Anderson Quest: Killing Vampires and Werewolves and Leprechauns (Hellsing/Bloodborne)
- Thread starter Tricia
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....that might just be the case
[X] Keep talking
-[X] The Fishing Hamlet. What'd they do to drive a stone cold badass like Maria off the deep end?
-[X] Whatever happened to that son of a bitch Bergholt Stuttley Johnson?
-[X] Would you like me to go and make sure the brain is dead?
-[X] The Fishing Hamlet. What'd they do to drive a stone cold badass like Maria off the deep end?
-[X] Whatever happened to that son of a bitch Bergholt Stuttley Johnson?
-[X] Would you like me to go and make sure the brain is dead?
- Location
- Pittsburgh, PA
My read on it is that the Brain only really noticed your presence when you Made Contact, and the Rune is it recognizing that you are a Hunter - one of the chosen pets of the Paleblood Moon. It's like a dying man recognizing that the person near them is a policeman or construction worker, but because it's a Great One (or something similarly sublime), even that faint strand of thought burns itself on the face of reality in the form of a Rune.
Runes are an attempt to express the thoughts of the Great Ones; when you get the Milkweed Rune from Saint Adeline, it's because she cries out a fragment of eldritch knowledge as she dies, depserately trying to express what her new state allows her to perceive. Ludwig's "true mentor" grants you the Guidance Rune when he falls as a way of offering you its tutelage. Even the Vilebloods' Oath Rune is a crystallization of their Queen's attempt to forge a new Truth in the blood, her will to bend the Old Blood into the shape she desires for it made manifest in the higher dimensions.
- Location
- Chicago
An interesting thought occurred to me:
Times passes inside the Nightmare of Mensis at a rate of 3600 hours (150 days) per 1 second in the outside world.
Jolly Old Saint Micolash mentioned that he went through an insane fugue that eventually looped back around into sanity.
If we'd gone straight to Yar'ha'gul from the Rom encounter, we'd have probably run into Micolash during his "Kos, or Some Say Kosm" phase.
So contrary to how it usually goes, backtracking worked to our advantage!
Times passes inside the Nightmare of Mensis at a rate of 3600 hours (150 days) per 1 second in the outside world.
Jolly Old Saint Micolash mentioned that he went through an insane fugue that eventually looped back around into sanity.
If we'd gone straight to Yar'ha'gul from the Rom encounter, we'd have probably run into Micolash during his "Kos, or Some Say Kosm" phase.
So contrary to how it usually goes, backtracking worked to our advantage!
menosay
Quietly laughing at nothing in particular.
[X] Keep talking
-[X] The Fishing Hamlet. What'd they do to drive a stone cold badass like Maria off the deep end?
-[X] Whatever happened to that son of a bitch Bergholt Stuttley Johnson?
-[X] Would you like me to go and make sure the brain is dead?
-[X] The Fishing Hamlet. What'd they do to drive a stone cold badass like Maria off the deep end?
-[X] Whatever happened to that son of a bitch Bergholt Stuttley Johnson?
-[X] Would you like me to go and make sure the brain is dead?
3600-to-1 implies that time moves at 1/3600th speed in the Nightmare. Hence, one hour in the Nightmare is, at most, one second in the real world.
Malaquez
[MUFFLED EUROBEAT]
- Location
- Singapore
Many things can happen in an hour.
WinterLantern
Smoked bird
- Location
- North England
[X] Keep talking
-[X] The Fishing Hamlet. What'd they do to drive a stone cold badass like Maria off the deep end?
-[X] Whatever happened to that son of a bitch Bergholt Stuttley Johnson?
-[X] Would you like me to go and make sure the brain is dead?
-[X] The Fishing Hamlet. What'd they do to drive a stone cold badass like Maria off the deep end?
-[X] Whatever happened to that son of a bitch Bergholt Stuttley Johnson?
-[X] Would you like me to go and make sure the brain is dead?
Highwind
To Rise From The Ashes
- Location
- Brazil
We still did waste a lot of time before coming here, probably the equivalent of a few weeks or months inside this Nightmare. I mean, one hour outside is the equivalent to two-and-a-half days inside and Anderson did backtrack and fuck around a lot, enough that the Night of the Hunt should've ended already if it weren't for the Great One fuckery being used to lenghten it, so at least six, probably around twelve hours, maybe even a full day.
That's between two weeks and two months of waiting for a Hunter to show up so Mic could do his number. That's a hell of a lot of time to wait with little to do and with your only company being those mannequins, who aren't exactly great conversationalists. I suppose being crazy might not be quite as fun without an audience that can properly appreciate it.
And it's also possible Micolash lost control and decided to go crazy before the Night of the Hunt started, which gives him even more time to decide being crazy isn't fun anymore.
Alumni History
"Think it's your turn again," you say as you drop your phone back in your sleeves.
"Hm. Mind if I ask about the thing you just showed me?"
"The picture or the phone?"
"The device. How does it work?"
"Well, it all starts with electricity..."
You scrape together a decent explanation of circuitry and binary logic from what bits of your college experience have survived your regular doses of head trauma. Nervous tics aside, Micolash is an excellent listener, asking enough pertinent questions beyond your expertise that you just hand him the now-dead phone and tell him to go nuts. The thing hovers above his hand and disassembles itself, allowing him to thoroughly analyze each component before ultimately creating an exact replica out of the nearby wall. He pulls the original back together and hands it back to you.
"This should keep me entertained for a while. Thank you."
"My pleasure." You toss it up and down a few times while he experiments with his new toy, occasionally sending blue-tinged sparks through it. The battery explodes a few times before he gets the voltage right, after which he beckons you to hand yours back over and charges it up to full.
"Impressive work," you say, flicking through some of your favorite old photos. God, those Vermont park rangers were pissed about what you did to Champ.
Micolash simply smiles. "Your turn."
You rub your chin, searching for a subject, and turn back to him feeling slightly guilty for what you're about to do to the mood. "What happened in the Fishin' Hamlet? I got the gist of it, but what in the world did they do ta break a stone-cold badass like Maria?"
Micolash's phone slides back together and drifts slowly to the ground while he fidgets with his latest cigarette. It takes him a few big breaths to muster up the resolve, the pungent smoke hanging lazily in the dead air.
"Kos was dead when they got there. Still not sure what did it. She was full up with parasites, big as your arm. They'd peel the villagers open and insert the parasites in various organs. They'd cut off limbs one by one and attach parasites at the stumps to see what would happen, would carve out specific portions of their brains and replace them with parasite tissue. Kept them alive the whole time." His customary energy drifts away with his next exhalation. "Used some of the data to make my equations. Not proud of it. Not proud of much, to be perfectly honest."
You sit in silence for some time before speaking again. "Your turn?"
He shakes his head. "Would rather you just asked me something else."
"Alright. Whatever happened to Bergholt Stuttley Johnson?"
He goes from downcast to doubled over, sputtering as he struggles not to swallow his cigarette. You thump him on the back while he coughs and help him through the fit as mannequins scramble to offer him water. A few glasses and as many whacks later, he literally shakes it off and regains his breath.
"Sorry about that. Never expected to hear that name again. You know he was actually a verb at Mensis? 'Take your time, don't Johnson it.' Or 'how in the world did you Johnson this up?'" He gives a rueful smile. "Probably should have listened to all the times they told me I was 'going Johnson.' I don't even know what finally happened to him; the way they tell it, he went up to some researchers that were working on a way to project themselves into the Great Ones' dimension and told them they were doing it wrong. Then he took out a hammer, hit their prototype, and vanished into thin air."
He leans back in his chair, some pep regained. "Gods, can you even imagine? Humanity lives out its time in the universe, accomplishing great things that ultimately fade away with it until our only lasting legacy is Bloody Stupid Johnson wandering the cosmos for all eternity. It's enough to make a man religious."
He laughs. You can tell it's his first time doing it in a while. "This is nice. It's fun to have someone to talk to."
"Aye." You get up to stretch your legs. "You want me to go make sure the brain is dead?"
"Nah," he replies, politely declining your next offered cigarette. "You're going after the thing upstairs. No matter who wins, the brain won't matter one way or the other."
[] Keep talking
-[] About?
[] Go after the thing upstairs
[] Write in...
"Hm. Mind if I ask about the thing you just showed me?"
"The picture or the phone?"
"The device. How does it work?"
"Well, it all starts with electricity..."
You scrape together a decent explanation of circuitry and binary logic from what bits of your college experience have survived your regular doses of head trauma. Nervous tics aside, Micolash is an excellent listener, asking enough pertinent questions beyond your expertise that you just hand him the now-dead phone and tell him to go nuts. The thing hovers above his hand and disassembles itself, allowing him to thoroughly analyze each component before ultimately creating an exact replica out of the nearby wall. He pulls the original back together and hands it back to you.
"This should keep me entertained for a while. Thank you."
"My pleasure." You toss it up and down a few times while he experiments with his new toy, occasionally sending blue-tinged sparks through it. The battery explodes a few times before he gets the voltage right, after which he beckons you to hand yours back over and charges it up to full.
"Impressive work," you say, flicking through some of your favorite old photos. God, those Vermont park rangers were pissed about what you did to Champ.
Micolash simply smiles. "Your turn."
You rub your chin, searching for a subject, and turn back to him feeling slightly guilty for what you're about to do to the mood. "What happened in the Fishin' Hamlet? I got the gist of it, but what in the world did they do ta break a stone-cold badass like Maria?"
Micolash's phone slides back together and drifts slowly to the ground while he fidgets with his latest cigarette. It takes him a few big breaths to muster up the resolve, the pungent smoke hanging lazily in the dead air.
"Kos was dead when they got there. Still not sure what did it. She was full up with parasites, big as your arm. They'd peel the villagers open and insert the parasites in various organs. They'd cut off limbs one by one and attach parasites at the stumps to see what would happen, would carve out specific portions of their brains and replace them with parasite tissue. Kept them alive the whole time." His customary energy drifts away with his next exhalation. "Used some of the data to make my equations. Not proud of it. Not proud of much, to be perfectly honest."
You sit in silence for some time before speaking again. "Your turn?"
He shakes his head. "Would rather you just asked me something else."
"Alright. Whatever happened to Bergholt Stuttley Johnson?"
He goes from downcast to doubled over, sputtering as he struggles not to swallow his cigarette. You thump him on the back while he coughs and help him through the fit as mannequins scramble to offer him water. A few glasses and as many whacks later, he literally shakes it off and regains his breath.
"Sorry about that. Never expected to hear that name again. You know he was actually a verb at Mensis? 'Take your time, don't Johnson it.' Or 'how in the world did you Johnson this up?'" He gives a rueful smile. "Probably should have listened to all the times they told me I was 'going Johnson.' I don't even know what finally happened to him; the way they tell it, he went up to some researchers that were working on a way to project themselves into the Great Ones' dimension and told them they were doing it wrong. Then he took out a hammer, hit their prototype, and vanished into thin air."
He leans back in his chair, some pep regained. "Gods, can you even imagine? Humanity lives out its time in the universe, accomplishing great things that ultimately fade away with it until our only lasting legacy is Bloody Stupid Johnson wandering the cosmos for all eternity. It's enough to make a man religious."
He laughs. You can tell it's his first time doing it in a while. "This is nice. It's fun to have someone to talk to."
"Aye." You get up to stretch your legs. "You want me to go make sure the brain is dead?"
"Nah," he replies, politely declining your next offered cigarette. "You're going after the thing upstairs. No matter who wins, the brain won't matter one way or the other."
[] Keep talking
-[] About?
[] Go after the thing upstairs
[] Write in...
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[X] Well, time to go kill a mon...
-[X] Oh merciful Lord in Heaven! What are you doing! You almost forgot the most important part!
--[X] "One last thing Micolash. Have you heard about our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ?".
-[X] Oh merciful Lord in Heaven! What are you doing! You almost forgot the most important part!
--[X] "One last thing Micolash. Have you heard about our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ?".
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Lone Courier 6
Devilish Fool
- Location
- United States of Quests
[X] Phone up Alucard. Ask him to find BSJ. It'll be good for a few laughs... He's still a heathen blood sucking jackass though.
Why not!
Why not!
Lone Courier 6
Devilish Fool
- Location
- United States of Quests
- Location
- the Moon
- Pronouns
- He/Him
you know what? some people really do deserve the extra mile that comes with a good proper alucard level fuckin
[X] Phone up Alucard. Ask him to find BSJ. It'll be good for a few laughs... He's still a heathen blood sucking jackass though.
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[X] Phone up Alucard. Ask him to find BSJ. It'll be good for a few laughs... He's still a heathen blood sucking jackass though.
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awwwwwwww
Evaunit02mark1
S-s-smell the Prey, S-s-start the Hunt.
It was a nice dream while it lasted.
CrossyCross
A+ RIDING
Truly, a genius beyond his time!
NeverDies
Classy Coleoptera ಠ_ರೃ
- Location
- Colorado
[X] Well, time to go kill a mon...
-[X] Oh merciful Lord in Heaven! What are you doing! You almost forgot the most important part!
--[X] "One last thing Micolash. Have you heard about our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ?"
A non-insane person!?! Mah preachin' senses are tingling!
-[X] Oh merciful Lord in Heaven! What are you doing! You almost forgot the most important part!
--[X] "One last thing Micolash. Have you heard about our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ?"
A non-insane person!?! Mah preachin' senses are tingling!
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[X] Go after the thing upstairs
I wanna ask Micolash some last-minute advice on the upcoming Wet Nurse fight, but I can't think of a properly witty way to phrase it.
Also, Sane!Micolash is a pretty chill dude.
I wanna ask Micolash some last-minute advice on the upcoming Wet Nurse fight, but I can't think of a properly witty way to phrase it.
Also, Sane!Micolash is a pretty chill dude.
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and now space.