- Location
- Apocrypha
[X] Try to talk
Anderson Quest: Killing Vampires and Werewolves and Leprechauns (Hellsing/Bloodborne)
- Thread starter Tricia
- Start date
RecurringExtra
Designated Background Character
- Location
- Out of Focus
[X] Try to talk
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Try to talk
Keep it simple and broad.
Keep it simple and broad.
- Location
- Reno Nv
[X] Try to talk
Then speak about our LORD and savior jesus christ.
Then speak about our LORD and savior jesus christ.
[X] Try to talk
*shakes fist*
Curse you Tricia! I believed in you!
Boss Battle: vs. Mergo's Wet Nurse
"So," you say, sauntering up to the woman, "what brings a nice gal like you to a shitheap like this?"
She looks down on you, puzzled. She replies with a stream of melodious nonsense, something like Japanese mixed with Mandarin mixed with three vodka shots and a tire iron to the back of the head. She notices your own lack of comprehension raises her hands. The flesh on her wrists comes apart and blood droplets twirl into the air like a school of morbid fish. Once there's enough of the stuff, half of it forms into a miniature 3D image of a woman carrying an infant. As you watch, the other half becomes an elongated eight-armed monstrosity, which rips the child from the woman's hands and glides through the doorway before dissipating and returning to her venal system.
Huh. You wonder if Alucard ever uses that trick to make sex scenes. You bet your Catholic ass I do.
Annalise's words bubble to the surface of your brain and you point at the woman. "Lemme guess. Yharnam." You redirect your finger towards the doorway. "Mergo."
Her eyes widen and she nods frantically. You furrow your brow.
"Wait, that means ye're the one who fucked a Great One." When she tilts her head, you point to her again, say "Oedon," and rapidly move the finger in and out of a circle formed by the opposite hand's index finger and thumb.
It's honestly something to see someone that pale and with that much blood blush. She shoots blood out once more in a transparent attempt to change the subject. This time, a tiny red you leaps at the creature from before and decapitates it, posing dramatically on the body while mini-Yharnam grabs her baby. She turns to you, eyebrows high and questioning.
You nod. "That's the plan. But afterwards, you and I are gonna have a talk about doin' the dirty with false gods. Don't care if I have ta teach ye the whole English language first."
You fill your hands and step through the doorway, only for the sound of marching to draw your attention behind you. The hooded men from before, eight in total, have arranged themselves before Yharnam. She tells them something that sounds inspirational and they line up behind you, weapons at the ready. With a grin, you scrape your weapons together in a shower of sparks and they follow suit, swords and maces and torches crashing together in rhythmic thunder.
As you lead your new posse into the arena, you wonder how many of them there were when Yharnam first tried to get her child back.
The battleground is, as your first glance suggested, near empty. The sole exception is the baby stroller in the far corner, which looks like an obvious trap until whatever's in it starts crying. You turn back to your team, the apparent leader of which nods, and motion for them to stay back. Part of you wants to send one of them in as a canary, but the potential loss of manpower just barely outweighs the amusement factor.
You charge in, hoping for a quick and painless extraction, and something very big and very billowy swoops in to intercept. You bring your blades up just in time to catch a blow hard enough to send you skidding a good two meters. As you leap back to join your troops, who have arranged themselves in a well-drilled fighting formation, the creature hunches over the stroller and murmurs something soothing. From this angle, it just looks like a tall, lean bundle of robes, shifting slightly as the crying grows softer. Once it ceases, the thing rounds on you and unfurls itself.
Rather than a head, it has a long, thin, empty hood that sways atop a pillar of fabric. Moonlight plays among the six sickles, dancing between the shadows of its great black wings. You smile so hard that the muscles in your neck strain at your collar.
"Those are all goin' straight up yer arse."
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She looks down on you, puzzled. She replies with a stream of melodious nonsense, something like Japanese mixed with Mandarin mixed with three vodka shots and a tire iron to the back of the head. She notices your own lack of comprehension raises her hands. The flesh on her wrists comes apart and blood droplets twirl into the air like a school of morbid fish. Once there's enough of the stuff, half of it forms into a miniature 3D image of a woman carrying an infant. As you watch, the other half becomes an elongated eight-armed monstrosity, which rips the child from the woman's hands and glides through the doorway before dissipating and returning to her venal system.
Huh. You wonder if Alucard ever uses that trick to make sex scenes. You bet your Catholic ass I do.
Annalise's words bubble to the surface of your brain and you point at the woman. "Lemme guess. Yharnam." You redirect your finger towards the doorway. "Mergo."
Her eyes widen and she nods frantically. You furrow your brow.
"Wait, that means ye're the one who fucked a Great One." When she tilts her head, you point to her again, say "Oedon," and rapidly move the finger in and out of a circle formed by the opposite hand's index finger and thumb.
It's honestly something to see someone that pale and with that much blood blush. She shoots blood out once more in a transparent attempt to change the subject. This time, a tiny red you leaps at the creature from before and decapitates it, posing dramatically on the body while mini-Yharnam grabs her baby. She turns to you, eyebrows high and questioning.
You nod. "That's the plan. But afterwards, you and I are gonna have a talk about doin' the dirty with false gods. Don't care if I have ta teach ye the whole English language first."
You fill your hands and step through the doorway, only for the sound of marching to draw your attention behind you. The hooded men from before, eight in total, have arranged themselves before Yharnam. She tells them something that sounds inspirational and they line up behind you, weapons at the ready. With a grin, you scrape your weapons together in a shower of sparks and they follow suit, swords and maces and torches crashing together in rhythmic thunder.
As you lead your new posse into the arena, you wonder how many of them there were when Yharnam first tried to get her child back.
The battleground is, as your first glance suggested, near empty. The sole exception is the baby stroller in the far corner, which looks like an obvious trap until whatever's in it starts crying. You turn back to your team, the apparent leader of which nods, and motion for them to stay back. Part of you wants to send one of them in as a canary, but the potential loss of manpower just barely outweighs the amusement factor.
You charge in, hoping for a quick and painless extraction, and something very big and very billowy swoops in to intercept. You bring your blades up just in time to catch a blow hard enough to send you skidding a good two meters. As you leap back to join your troops, who have arranged themselves in a well-drilled fighting formation, the creature hunches over the stroller and murmurs something soothing. From this angle, it just looks like a tall, lean bundle of robes, shifting slightly as the crying grows softer. Once it ceases, the thing rounds on you and unfurls itself.
Rather than a head, it has a long, thin, empty hood that sways atop a pillar of fabric. Moonlight plays among the six sickles, dancing between the shadows of its great black wings. You smile so hard that the muscles in your neck strain at your collar.
"Those are all goin' straight up yer arse."
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burningclaw2
The Power of the Tomato!
Should we try to introduce the word of God to the wet nurse?
meganeshounen
*tips glasses*
- Location
- Far East Asia
No matter how many times I see it, I keep having difficulty seeing the Wet Nurse's head.
Its hood looks like its robe and vice versa.
Alexander89
Pet the pretty kitty? Y/N
- Location
- Italy
Oh God Anderson. It's Alucard the one supposed to make tasteless sex jokes, not you.
Its the way it hunches, I think.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Ugh, is the baby still there, or is it...inside the Wet Nurse as the game suggests?
Should we try and secure it? Maybe get a ward around the stroller?
Should we try and secure it? Maybe get a ward around the stroller?
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
Ohhhh boy we squadded up real good! We got our own hoodie boys!! Yeyeyeyeye!
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Yeah, we might be able to distract the Wet Nurse by separating it from Mergo via a ward.
We probably aren't gonna be able to lure it away from this central area.
Remember, it has those temporary doppelganger things later on along with six blades. Our numbers are gonna become a little pointless if not used right with that.
We probably aren't gonna be able to lure it away from this central area.
Remember, it has those temporary doppelganger things later on along with six blades. Our numbers are gonna become a little pointless if not used right with that.
- Location
- Elsewhere
"And there's no-one alive who can comprehend my sexual preference."
No, no, no
You're going about it all wrong, you see.
Remember, this thing will do everything it can to protect the baby.
[X] Whelp, you have no plans on fuckin' up that baby.
-[X] So if it's gonna go all Carlina White, that means that no matter what it ain't gonna let tha baby come to harm, right?
--[X] Lessee if it's game to play laser tag.
You're going about it all wrong, you see.
Remember, this thing will do everything it can to protect the baby.
[X] Whelp, you have no plans on fuckin' up that baby.
-[X] So if it's gonna go all Carlina White, that means that no matter what it ain't gonna let tha baby come to harm, right?
--[X] Lessee if it's game to play laser tag.