Anderson Quest: Killing Vampires and Werewolves and Leprechauns (Hellsing/Bloodborne)
- Thread starter Tricia
- Start date
- Location
- A Place Miserably Bereft of Cats
[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.
Do not traumatize elder god daughter.
[X] Take her with you
-[X] Into the Sleeves she goes.
Do not traumatize elder god daughter.
menosay
Quietly laughing at nothing in particular.
[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] Into the Sleeves she goes.
Strunkriidiisk
THE LEGEND
- Location
- Canada
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Mmm, good point. Well, into the Sleeves anyway. Maybe it'll kill her, but I doubt it, and we get an affronted talking-head sidekick.
SV5195R
C-Weapon
- Location
- Russian Federation
[X] "Ye're a real disappointin' vampire, ye knowthat? Freaky disembodied talking head thingaside, I mean. Even that crimson fucker couldn't quite do that." Grumble about not getting adecent fight.
[X] Take her with you
-[X] Into the Sleeves she goes.
[X] Take her with you
-[X] Into the Sleeves she goes.
- Location
- USA
[X] "Ye're a real disappointin' vampire, ye knowthat? Freaky disembodied talking head thingaside, I mean. Even that crimson fucker couldn't quite do that." Grumble about not getting adecent fight.
[X] Take her with you
-[X] Into the Sleeves she goes.
Right, Traumatizing the Eldritch being who we've made friends with would be a bad idea wouldn't it?
[X] Take her with you
-[X] Into the Sleeves she goes.
Right, Traumatizing the Eldritch being who we've made friends with would be a bad idea wouldn't it?
LostDeviljho
Flame Dragon Princess
- Location
- The glorious Pacific Northwest
- Pronouns
- Any
[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] Into the Sleeves she goes.
Tabi
Expert Jissou Abuser
To be entirely fair, the Church Hunters sort of do the exact same thing.
Annalise was just a bit more proactive and public about it. And come to think of it, former Hunters of the Dream pretty much actively went looking to drown themselves in it. I guess we'll have to kill Miss Crow while we're at it, eh?
"Alright."
"... Thas' it?"
"Its my castle. If you can get rid of the poor souls still haunting this place and fill it with the joy and happiness of innocent children, then by all means."
"... er..."
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StoryJumper
Believer of the Multiverse
- Location
- New York
[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] 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.
Jack Hansan
Well, that happend.
- Location
- Inverness, Scotland
[X] "Ye're a real disappointin' vampire, ye knowthat? Freaky disembodied talking head thingaside, I mean. Even that crimson fucker couldn't quite do that." Grumble about not getting adecent fight.
[X] Take her with you
-[X] Into the Sleeves she goes.
[X] Take her with you
-[X] Into the Sleeves she goes.
tchae
Cyborg Lincoln is watching
- Location
- Newcastle, England
[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] Into the Sleeves she goes.
Nix's Warden
Welcome to Hades
- Location
- United States
[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.
Yes. Because I really doubt the talking head is what we traumatize Ebrietas with. Really guys? Really?
[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.
Yes. Because I really doubt the talking head is what we traumatize Ebrietas with. Really guys? Really?
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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.
[X] Take her with you
-[X] Into the Sleeves she goes.
Strunkriidiisk
THE LEGEND
- Location
- Canada
- Pronouns
- He/Him
You included the 'ask Ebrietas' segment; you don't get to act all righteous.
Nix's Warden
Welcome to Hades
- Location
- United States
Dude I MADE the 'ask Ebrietas' segment. I just didn't realize that my post was incomplete. What it was meant to say was:
Yes. Because I really doubt the talking head is what we traumatize Ebrietas with. Really guys? Really?
That. Seriously Ebrietas has seen alot worse then a still living head. Besides she has to figure out the dark side of God and His Church sometime or another.
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
[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] Into the Sleeves she goes
menosay
Quietly laughing at nothing in particular.
I don't think the talking head would disturb Ebrietas at all, but given her personality being asked to help permanently end the life of someone who is not an active threat, or any kind of threat at all really, on the other hand might well be traumatizing for the innocent little non-euclidien horror.
Portable Royalty
"Steps what?"
"Ah, nothin'," you say, rolling her head around in your hands for the sake of being annoying. "Just some nostalgia. Now, what am I ta do with ye?"
"You could start by re-attaching Our head and leaving. We present no threat and you can't get anything of value out of Cainhurst without the help we are, for obvious reasons, no longer willing to provide without compensation. You gain nothing from leaving Us like this."
"I get some entertainment," you reply. You start to juggle her, but your wrists immediately veto the idea. "It's not like I got any out o' that fight. Ye're a real disappointin' vampire, ye know that? Freaky disembodied talkin' head thing aside, o' course; even the Crimson Fucker didn't manage ta pull that one off."
"Oh, We're sorry," she says, sarcasm flowing unabated through the iron shell, "would you have preferred We politely ask Logarius not to screw half a tonne of metal to Our skull?"
You shrug. "Would it've helped? I mean, I didn't know the guy save for our little disagreement outside and, between you and me, I don't think 'e was quite in his proper state o' mind."
She's silent for a moment. When she speaks, it's with a voice somewhere between stages four and five of grief. "You are a uniquely irritating individual, Father Anderson."
"So I've been told. Alright, in ye go."
"Wait wha-"
You pull your sleeves back up and march outside. Man, if you can talk and/or bribe Simon into giving you your bust privileges back, you could do some real damage with Little Miss Chrome-Dome here.
With a flutter of paper, you leave Cainhurst and its sins against both God and architecture behind. You ride the heavy winds along the coastline and, with only a few run-ins with hungry bass, touch down among Byrgenwerth's partially-reclaimed tiles. Simon, feet dangling over the water, waves you over.
"How did it go?" he says, offering you a pear from the supplies you brought them. "Did she give you a medal?"
"By certain definition o' 'give' and 'medal', yeah." You drop the pear in your sleeves, reach in, and produce the head.
"-impertinent blasphemous ignorant whoreson-"
You dump her back in and replace her with the pear before she can get a real head of steam going. Simon looks at you oddly as you wipe it on your coat and take a bite. Not bad for something grown in the middle of a horrific burning nightmare hole.
"What?"
"What was that?" he asks.
"Severed head o' Cainhurst's Queen. Still figurin' out what ta do with her." When his expression doesn't change, you wave a hand. "Don't worry, she's evil."
"What, objectively?"
"Yep!"
"Oooookay then. Look, we're going to have to deal with that at some point, but for now, the women said they only had a couple more tests to do."
"Aight. I'll give ye the scoop while we wait."
You only manage a small scoop rather than a proper waffle-cone-filler, as it's not long before Ebrietas swoops in from somewhere around the lake's center with Yurie in tow.
Hello, Father Anderson! How was Cainhurst?
"Enlightenin'. More importantly, what's the verdict? Ye manage ta get in touch with Rom?"
Ebrietas droops a little.
No. I think Yurie can explain it better.
"My hypothesis was correct," says the woman in question. "Rom is entirely devoid of rational thought and entirely impossible to circumvent. Ebrietas and I tried every frequency, every cipher, everything that could possibly be used to convey a message. No response." She sighs. "If you want to get past her, you're going to have to kill her."
[] Keep talking
-[] About?
[] Go after Rom
[] Go somewhere else
[] Write in...
"Ah, nothin'," you say, rolling her head around in your hands for the sake of being annoying. "Just some nostalgia. Now, what am I ta do with ye?"
"You could start by re-attaching Our head and leaving. We present no threat and you can't get anything of value out of Cainhurst without the help we are, for obvious reasons, no longer willing to provide without compensation. You gain nothing from leaving Us like this."
"I get some entertainment," you reply. You start to juggle her, but your wrists immediately veto the idea. "It's not like I got any out o' that fight. Ye're a real disappointin' vampire, ye know that? Freaky disembodied talkin' head thing aside, o' course; even the Crimson Fucker didn't manage ta pull that one off."
"Oh, We're sorry," she says, sarcasm flowing unabated through the iron shell, "would you have preferred We politely ask Logarius not to screw half a tonne of metal to Our skull?"
You shrug. "Would it've helped? I mean, I didn't know the guy save for our little disagreement outside and, between you and me, I don't think 'e was quite in his proper state o' mind."
She's silent for a moment. When she speaks, it's with a voice somewhere between stages four and five of grief. "You are a uniquely irritating individual, Father Anderson."
"So I've been told. Alright, in ye go."
"Wait wha-"
You pull your sleeves back up and march outside. Man, if you can talk and/or bribe Simon into giving you your bust privileges back, you could do some real damage with Little Miss Chrome-Dome here.
With a flutter of paper, you leave Cainhurst and its sins against both God and architecture behind. You ride the heavy winds along the coastline and, with only a few run-ins with hungry bass, touch down among Byrgenwerth's partially-reclaimed tiles. Simon, feet dangling over the water, waves you over.
"How did it go?" he says, offering you a pear from the supplies you brought them. "Did she give you a medal?"
"By certain definition o' 'give' and 'medal', yeah." You drop the pear in your sleeves, reach in, and produce the head.
"-impertinent blasphemous ignorant whoreson-"
You dump her back in and replace her with the pear before she can get a real head of steam going. Simon looks at you oddly as you wipe it on your coat and take a bite. Not bad for something grown in the middle of a horrific burning nightmare hole.
"What?"
"What was that?" he asks.
"Severed head o' Cainhurst's Queen. Still figurin' out what ta do with her." When his expression doesn't change, you wave a hand. "Don't worry, she's evil."
"What, objectively?"
"Yep!"
"Oooookay then. Look, we're going to have to deal with that at some point, but for now, the women said they only had a couple more tests to do."
"Aight. I'll give ye the scoop while we wait."
You only manage a small scoop rather than a proper waffle-cone-filler, as it's not long before Ebrietas swoops in from somewhere around the lake's center with Yurie in tow.
Hello, Father Anderson! How was Cainhurst?
"Enlightenin'. More importantly, what's the verdict? Ye manage ta get in touch with Rom?"
Ebrietas droops a little.
No. I think Yurie can explain it better.
"My hypothesis was correct," says the woman in question. "Rom is entirely devoid of rational thought and entirely impossible to circumvent. Ebrietas and I tried every frequency, every cipher, everything that could possibly be used to convey a message. No response." She sighs. "If you want to get past her, you're going to have to kill her."
[] Keep talking
-[] About?
[] Go after Rom
[] Go somewhere else
[] Write in...
KnightIcarus
Snark Knight
- Location
- New York
[X] Keep talking
-[X] Ehh what woud've happen' if I kill her? Would the entire realm would suddenly go mad? Would it rain showers of gold? Would it solve the issue of the talkin' head in my sleave?
-[X] Ehh what woud've happen' if I kill her? Would the entire realm would suddenly go mad? Would it rain showers of gold? Would it solve the issue of the talkin' head in my sleave?
- Location
- The Beginning of the End
[X] Keep talking
-[X] About that disappointing talking head in your sleeves.
-[X] About that disappointing talking head in your sleeves.
[X] Keep talking
-[X] Well if Rom lacks a brain then why not give it one? I have me one Undead Monarch's head, still talking and swearing up a storm in my sleeves. If we work together I'm sure we can transplant her brain into yon beast.
-[X] Well if Rom lacks a brain then why not give it one? I have me one Undead Monarch's head, still talking and swearing up a storm in my sleeves. If we work together I'm sure we can transplant her brain into yon beast.
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