Crepscularity
Mado-derp
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[x] Seru
This reminds me of that time Sam Fisher got pissed.
This reminds me of that time Sam Fisher got pissed.
Father who art in heaven. Hallow is your name. Your kingdom come. Your will be done here in Yharnam as it is done on Earth. And in Heaven. Lord Father. Please let me be not lead into temptation, but deliver me from Evil... Lord. Please guard their souls, that were so cruelly used for unholy works. Let them be sheparded into safety and love, that they may know never any more pain.
Ah, okay then. I don't really have an issue with it, just want to make sure, is all.I wrote that from memory, twisting the Lord's prayer to suit my needs?
is not from scripture, but instead a sincere prayer. I wrote what I would ask in that situation.Please guard their souls, that were so cruelly used for unholy works. Let them be sheparded into safety and love, that they may know never any more pain.
Appropriate musicThe weird thing is, you're not angry. Anger implies irrationality, heightened aggression, an inability to properly articulate your thoughts. You are one-hundred percent calm.
"Well. Alright then. Ye might want ta go somewhere else really fast."
Gale whimpers. They may have pissed themselves.
"Now."
That seems to bring their chickenshit instincts to the forefront. They take off like a shot in an impressive display of drunken coordination, avoiding the mulched remains of their comrades with mixed success. You take a deep breath and fill your hands with steel, muttering indistinct prayers to yourself. Your feet are so heavy that you're almost surprised the stone steps don't crumble beneath them.
"Anderson."
Oh dear, you've gone and crushed the bayonets in your hand. You've still got plenty, though. Always more when you need them.
"Anderson."
"Eileen," you say, shoving each word through your teeth, "please get out of my way."
She meets your gaze and does not wilt.
"Don't do anything rash, Anderson."
"Wouldn't dream of it. I'm one-hundred percent calm."
That seems to satisfy her. Or maybe not. Doesn't matter; she's fallen in behind you either way. You know what you're doing.
A sickly blue humanoid creature watches you in the corridor above the stairs, its pinprick eyes the sole discernible features on its distended, undulating head. As you approach, it turns and scurries away into the room beyond. Neither you nor Eileen make a move to intercept it.
The Orphanage is a massive garden, lined with bulbous, man-sized flowers. The creature, along with another of its ilk, eyes you from the center, surrounded by thick columns. Moonlight streams in from the open roof, highlighting the oily sheen of their skins. They're somehow both gangly and bloated, visible ribs contrasting sharply with rounded bellies.
As you watch, the many bulbs bloom, depositing more and more of the things until there's a veritable legion of them, staring at you as one. Amniotic fluid drips from their limbs and you hear a faint, scratchy rumbling in the air, like a choked-up engine or a sick animal. You spread your arms wide, adopting a reasonably non-threatening pose in defiance of every screaming neuron in your brain. You are one-hundred percent calm.
"If any o' you understand me, give me a sign. Anything."
One of them, standing alone in the center and dry as a bone, makes the slightest motion. In near-unison, the rest begin to march, arms outstretched as they approach in piecemeal rhythm. The nearest one grabs gently onto your arm, and there's a second of hope.
Its grip turns crushing. There's nothing in its eyes, not before or during or after you take its head off with a single swing. The rest don't break step, and the thing in center just watches.
No bombast this time. No frivolity, no unnecessary drama. One blade per head.
Boss Battle: Celestial Emissary
They don't collapse when you hit them. They sag, as though some vital spark is sliding slowly out through the fresh holes in their heads. When you hit the one in the center, its body swells unevenly, bones lengthening and skin stretching until it simply bursts and showers the dead garden in milk-white ichor. The few that made it through your volley die with it, all without a sound.
Prey Slaughtered
There will be time for consecration later. There have to be more of the Choir. The assholes with tentacles for brains couldn't have been all of them. You think Eileen might be saying something. Doesn't matter.
No other doors. There's a lantern, though. You light it, and in its amethyst glow you see another foyer through a nearby window. You rear back and destroy it, leaping in with blades drawn and crushing another of the "failures" beneath your feet. Your glasses nearly fly off your head as you cast your gaze about for any trace of the fuckers responsible.
You're on the upper floor of the Grand Cathedral. There's nothing here but corpses, gorging flies, and the still, silent form of Vicar Amelia down below. Your bayonets clatter to the ground and you take deep, heaving breaths.
"No. No, come on, no. There's gotta be some of 'em here. Someone's gotta answer for this. This isn't funny."
They're hiding somewhere nearby, right? They managed to slip past you through that window you couldn't open without breaking. They're somewhere in a corner, knowing full well what they've done. Maybe in that room back there they couldn't have gotten to without breaking the glass.
"Don't fuck with me. This isn't how it's supposed ta go. This isn't fuckin' fair."
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To be clear, what are you saying we should do, and to whom?After he finds tentacleboss daughter of cosmosbitch, this whole place should be burnt to the damn ground. Or at the very least the garden.
Good job at getting the opposite tone of the character down. In a 'comedy' character, its hard to make them 'serious'. You did a good job.
[X] Seru
I don't want to kill Ebrietas.Wait isn't Ebrietas located past an elevator at the end of the top section of room Anderson it in?
Can't he go to it and kill the Great One that the Healing Church did all it's terrible actions for to make Anderson feel better?
Why not?
The general consensus is to try converting her. Ebrietas is
Alright first things first, Rom was once human.
Keep this in mind, we'll be coming back to it later.
Now due to the 'experienced' minds in the old blood college, no one trusted the Old Blood. That is to say, they viewed it as a dangerous substance that could damage the user if abused uncontrollably.1 With this sure knowledge they did the only sensible thing2, find another way to ascend to godhood on the back of human experimentation. In order to accomplish this feat they 'lined their minds with eyes', this worked about as well as you can expect.
With the head of the college brain-dead, Micolash crazier that a crack-addled fruit bat, and everyone else dead or transformed into monsters from the darkest depth of his nightmares, all seemed lost. That is until one of the poor bastards actually achieved 'enlightenment'.
This wayward soul was once a mortal woman, but with her transformation she would become one of the 'deities', a being of unimaginable power and grace, with the true knowledge of the world and the cosmos surrounding it.
She did indeed gain this knowledge and insight, and do you want to know the first thing she did with this information?
Form the strongest barrier she could to keep those crazy fuckwits out of our portion of existence.
Her entire being was directed toward this task, because what else was there? She had seen the truth, she had gained enlightenment, she had learned the place of the gods, and she was horrified.3
So if you're keeping score that's two eldritch monsters with better moral framework than the local church. Kinda puts things in perspective huh?
1. You know, kind of like, oh I don't know, Meth? Yes I'm still beating that dead horse, this is Yahnarm, the poor bastard will be back up in about another hour anyway.
2. Besides packing their bags, selling everything valuable, burning the college down and retiring on a nice island far far away with the loot and insurance money.
3. Ol' Ebby might share her attitude, because not only does she help humanity with no strings attached, but she can be seen either mourning the corpse of Rom, or trying to use powers beyond our ken to turn back time and revive her.