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Anderson Quest: Killing Vampires and Werewolves and Leprechauns (Hellsing/Bloodborne)

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Tabi said:
Who were, basically, the predecessor of the current city and the Church. Only the said descendants kinda fucked everything up because they didn't have all the information.
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That's a bit disingenuous. Best I can tell, they actually got closer than anyone else to "successfully" integrating Above and Below; they just fumbled the landing with Mergo. At that point, the civilization either committed mass suicide, Polynesian-native style, or abandoned the mortal realms for more rarefied planes of being. In either case, a few remained behind, leaving descendants in the form of the Bell-Ringers.
 
GardenerBriareus said:
That's a bit disingenuous. Best I can tell, they actually got closer than anyone else to "successfully" integrating Above and Below; they just fumbled the landing with Mergo. At that point, the civilization either committed mass suicide, Polynesian-native style, or abandoned the mortal realms for more rarefied planes of being. In either case, a few remained behind, leaving descendants in the form of the Bell-Ringers.
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My personal interpretation of the Pthumerians was that they were the humanoid equivalent of an ant hive– underground dwellers organized into a eusocial caste system where every member performed one specialized task from birth till death– Diggers Dig, Watchers Watch, Keepers set your face on fire, etc.

That explains why the Diggers and Watchers are still around when we explore the Chalice Dungeons: the Pthumerian ruling caste was lost in the Blood Moon apocalypse, leaving the worker drones to expand tombs on autopilot for eternity...

...on a tanjent, do you think we'll ever get to encounter Valtr in this RP? Frighteningly savage and surprisingly sane, I'm sure he and the good Father would hit it off instantly.
 
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    • You produce a bayonet and toss it up and down as you process her words, less as a power move and more to give yourself something to do with your hands. It's definitely a solid pitch, as is to be expected from someone with decades to plan it out, and that little bit at the end has the showman in you nodding appreciatively. That said, she's clearly not giving you the whole story and like fuck you'll take the time to read everything downstairs. Being judge, jury, and executioner is always fun, but sometimes it's better to leave the first two to a higher authority.

    "Ye paint a pretty picture, but ultimately, I'm not the one who'll decide your fate."

    "Oh?" she says. "And who is?"

    "The Man Upstairs." You replace the bayonet with a cross and toss it at her underhand. "Catch."

    The cross bounces off her helmet with a ting and slips neatly through her hands on its way to the floor.

    "Nice reflexes, Yer Highness."

    "We can barely see in this thing," she snaps.

    "Fine, fine," you say as you walk over and pick the thing back up. "Okay, count o' three this time. Gonna put it right in yer lap, so be ready."

    "Very well," she grits out, cupping her hands at the indicated spot.

    "Alright then. One, two, two-and-a-half-"

    "Get on with it."

    "Three."

    You lob it directly into her hands, which immediately crackle and belch smoke. She gives an incredibly un-queenly yelp and flings it away, flapping her stricken palms in the still air as your grin grows ever wider.

    "That was the test, Annalise. Looks like ye failed."

    "You're making a mistake," she hisses.

    "No," you reply, scraping your bayonets together and raising them in your favorite pose, "I don't think I am."

    "You can't even scratch the surface of Cainhurst's knowledge without my help. I know more of this wretched world than any ten of your 'disciples' put together."

    "Maybe, maybe not. Don't make a damn bit o' difference." You let fly and pin her to her seat, blood as viscous as Logarius's oozing out of the wounds. She tries desperately to stagger to her feet, but neither her arms nor her legs can support the weight.

    "How blessed is anyone who rejects the advice o' the wicked and does not take a stand in the path that sinners tread, nor a seat in company with cynics, but who delights in the law of Yahweh and murmurs His law day and night." You stalk slowly forward, footfalls echoing to and fro among the observing statues. "Such a one is like a tree planted near streams; it bears fruit in season and its leaves never wither and every project succeeds."

    She struggles to remove the offending bayonets, only for you to add four more to the bargain. The throne buckles and rumbles with her thrashings.

    "How different the wicked, how different! Just like chaff blown around by the wind, the wicked will not stand firm at the Judgement nor sinners in the gatherin' o' the upright. For Yahweh watches over the path of the upright, but the path o' the wicked is doomed."

    "Stop!"

    "AMEN!"

    You strike her head from her neck with a single blow. Her body slumps as the ironclad noggin fights the ground and wins, leaving a medium-sized crater and a lingering crunch. You nearly tip over on your first attempt to lift it; Logarius's Cone of Shame suddenly makes a lot more sense.

    "Are you quite done?" the head suddenly huffs. You're sufficiently used to vampire bullshit that you don't start, but you do take a few moments to hold it over your head and look for where the air is coming from.

    "I don't suppose ye could tell me Steps Two through Ten?"

    [] Take her with you
    -[] Where?

    [] Try to kill her harder
    -[] How?

    [] Ask her about things
    -[] What?

    [] Write in...
     
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    • [X] "Ye're a real disappointin' vampire, ye know that? Freaky disembodied talking head thing aside, I mean. Even that crimson fucker couldn't quite do that." Grumble about not getting a decent fight.
    [X] Take her with you
    -[X] Into the Sleeves she goes.
     
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    [X] "Ye're a real disappointin' vampire, ye know that? Freaky disembodied talking head thing aside, I mean. Even that crimson fucker couldn't quite do that." Grumble about not getting a decent fight.
    [X] Take her with you
    -[X] Go ask Ebrietas if she can figure out a way to make sure this fucking heretic stays dead.
     
    [X] "Ye're a real disappointin' vampire, ye know that? Freaky disembodied talking head thing aside, I mean. Even that crimson fucker couldn't quite do that." Grumble about not getting a decent fight.
    [X] Take her with you
    -[X] Into the Sleeves she goes.
    -[X] Go ask Ebrietas if she can figure out a way to make sure this fucking heretic stays dead.

    Should've known. Centuries-old vampire queen, and I(we) vote to lop her head off? It's like we've never fought Alucard before! :p
     
    [X] "Ye're a real disappointin' vampire, ye know that? Freaky disembodied talking head thing aside, I mean. Even that crimson fucker couldn't quite do that." Grumble about not getting a decent fight.
    [X] Take her with you
    -[X] Into the Sleeves she goes.
     
    [X] Take her with you
    -[X] Go ask Ebrietas if she can figure out a way to make sure this fucking heretic stays dead.
     
    [X] "Ye're a real disappointin' vampire, ye know that? Freaky disembodied talking head thing aside, I mean. Even that crimson fucker couldn't quite do that." Grumble about not getting a decent fight.
    [X] Take her with you
    -[X] Into the Sleeves she goes.
    -[X] Go ask Ebrietas if she can figure out a way to make sure this fucking heretic stays dead.

    Addendum:
    -[X] If we can't make her dead, an existence as a disembodied librarian should be a fitting punishment.
     
    [X] "Ye're a real disappointin' vampire, ye know that? Freaky disembodied talking head thing aside, I mean. Even that crimson fucker couldn't quite do that." Grumble about not getting a decent fight.
    [X] Take her with you
    -[X] Into the Sleeves she goes.
    -[X] Go ask Ebrietas if she can figure out a way to make sure this fucking heretic stays dead.
     
    [X] "Ye're a real disappointin' vampire, ye know that? Freaky disembodied talking head thing aside, I mean. Even that crimson fucker couldn't quite do that." Grumble about not getting a decent fight.
    [X] Take her with you
    -[X] Into the Sleeves she goes.
    -[X] Go ask Ebrietas if she can figure out a way to make sure this fucking heretic stays dead.

    Is it cruel of me that I want to stuff a vampire queen into the interdimensional sleeves of a Catholic priest? Not in Anderson Quest~!
     
    [X] "Ye're a real disappointin' vampire, ye know that? Freaky disembodied talking head thing aside, I mean. Even that crimson fucker couldn't quite do that." Grumble about not getting a decent fight.
    [X] Take her with you
    -[X] Into the Sleeves she goes.
    -[X] Go ask Ebrietas if she can figure out a way to make sure this fucking heretic stays dead.

    Well that went about as well as could be expected.
     
    AnonymousRabbit said:
    Yes, put her in the sleeves of infinite holding. She will se the Truth.
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    It'll certainly be a fascinating experiment as no sentient being has ever been placed in The Sleeves before.

    I expect that she'll either be driven insane (even by Yharnam standards) or be erased from existence. Either/or, really.

    [X] "Ye're a real disappointin' vampire, ye know that? Freaky disembodied talking head thing aside, I mean. Even that crimson fucker couldn't quite do that." Grumble about not getting a decent fight.
    [X] Take her with you
    -[X] Into the Sleeves she goes.
    -[X] Go ask Ebrietas if she can figure out a way to make sure this fucking heretic stays dead.
     
    You know. We could just put her head in the room with That Bust. Facing it. Leave her there to contemplate her truest sin for as much of time as she takes to get a fresh body.

    ... But no, no. Into the sleeves. No way that ends poorly.
     
    [X] "Ye're a real disappointin' vampire, ye know that? Freaky disembodied talking head thing aside, I mean. Even that crimson fucker couldn't quite do that." Grumble about not getting a decent fight.
    [X] Take her with you
    -[X] Into the Sleeves she goes.
     
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