[JK] YES! FINALLY! Ebreitas, Hope, both of ye grab a torch. We are going to help the old crook burn everything.
Anderson Quest: Killing Vampires and Werewolves and Leprechauns (Hellsing/Bloodborne)
- Thread starter Tricia
- Start date
SV5195R
C-Weapon
- Location
- Russian Federation
[X] The Hell are you talking about? Ebrietas, what's going on? Why is the damn workshop on fire?
-[X] Getting along like a house on fire is supposed to be a metaphor! I should know. The Pope told me himself after the third time a wing in the Vatican went up in flames.
-[X] Getting along like a house on fire is supposed to be a metaphor! I should know. The Pope told me himself after the third time a wing in the Vatican went up in flames.
- Location
- Chicago
I don't have anything specific actions to vote for. I do have some thoughts on things Anderson will need to address in the near future.
–Gehrman made a prosthetic leg for Anderson's ally back in Yharnam. Who's to say he didn't make a Amygdala-cutlet leg for himself? That fires Lasers? Or Spikes? Or laser spikes?
–In a fight between Gehrman and Anderson, clever uses of their skills and abilities will determine the victor. Gehrman knows about Anderson's Ludwig blade, bayonets, Special Sleeves™ and Great One weapons. He's never seen Anderson's exploding bayonet chains, his Bible Wards, or his regenerator abilities. If Anderson fights defensively at the start of the duel (i.e., like a person who can't regenerate), he may be able to surprise German with his resilience and get some hits in.
– We still don't know how Anderson woke up from death in the Hunter's Dream, and by extension, the Yharnam Dream (though he's not linked to the dream by a contract). Does he have a physical body that can exist outside of the Dreamlands? Who transported him from the Hellsing-Verse to the Bloodborne-verse? Why did he get transported, but not the other characters that died during the attack on London?
Or maybe there are others who came to Yharnam from London, lurking behind the scenes...
–Gehrman made a prosthetic leg for Anderson's ally back in Yharnam. Who's to say he didn't make a Amygdala-cutlet leg for himself? That fires Lasers? Or Spikes? Or laser spikes?
–In a fight between Gehrman and Anderson, clever uses of their skills and abilities will determine the victor. Gehrman knows about Anderson's Ludwig blade, bayonets, Special Sleeves™ and Great One weapons. He's never seen Anderson's exploding bayonet chains, his Bible Wards, or his regenerator abilities. If Anderson fights defensively at the start of the duel (i.e., like a person who can't regenerate), he may be able to surprise German with his resilience and get some hits in.
– We still don't know how Anderson woke up from death in the Hunter's Dream, and by extension, the Yharnam Dream (though he's not linked to the dream by a contract). Does he have a physical body that can exist outside of the Dreamlands? Who transported him from the Hellsing-Verse to the Bloodborne-verse? Why did he get transported, but not the other characters that died during the attack on London?
Or maybe there are others who came to Yharnam from London, lurking behind the scenes...
I just had a dream about this a few days ago. Anderson vs Gehrman happens, then Alucard shows up in the middle of the fight watching the mayhem. He doesn't even join. He just watches and makes comments.
Lazurman
This is fine.
- Location
- Classified
- Pronouns
- He/Him
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Alexander89
Pet the pretty kitty? Y/N
- Location
- Italy
[X] The Hell are you talking about? Ebrietas, what's going on? Why is the damn workshop on fire?
-[X] Getting along like a house on fire is supposed to be a metaphor! I should know. The Pope told me himself after the third time a wing in the Vatican went up in flames.
-[X] Getting along like a house on fire is supposed to be a metaphor! I should know. The Pope told me himself after the third time a wing in the Vatican went up in flames.
- Location
- Poland
Silly, Gehrman made himself a full Amygdala Exoskeleton, or armor powered by blood
Dont forget the Harpoon a' Justice
- Location
- Apocrypha
Clearly we are about to witness what The Shovel does.
All of you are forgetting about Gehrman's tricked-out wheelchair:
you literally just quoted me referencing it tho
You made half a reference. Doesn't countyou literally just quoted me referencing it tho
Edit: Actually it's less than a half, since the wheelchair kinda brings the whole ensemble together
Alright, concededYou made half a reference. Doesn't count
Edit: Actually it's less than a half, since the wheelchair kinda brings the whole ensemble together
- Location
- Chicago
I just reread the earlier conversations Anderson had with Gehrman. Anderson idly chatted a few times about how he could survive stabbings and grow back his fingers, so Gehrman is aware of Anderson's Regenerator powers, and that overkill is the best policy.
There is one other question that comes to mind: will Gehrman even want to (or be forced by the Moon Presence) to kill Anderson? Anderson isn't linked to the Dream in the usual sense, and 'accepting his death' may not expel him from the dream.
It all depends on what or who brought him to the Dream. (God? A Great One? The Crimson ***KR?)
NitroFumetsu
Blaze of Glory
Best thing he could do is, at a key moment, pick up the wheelchair he left behind and start swinging it like Logarius Wheel 2.0. Complete with two wheels. Chainsaws concealed in the wheels.
- Location
- California
X] The Hell are you talking about? Ebrietas, what's going on? Why is the damn workshop on fire?
-[X] Getting along like a house on fire is supposed to be a metaphor! I should know. The Pope told me himself after the third time a wing in the Vatican went up in flames.
--[X] Ebrietas, if you can get Hope to tha' church, take er' there. It ain't safe here.
-[X] Getting along like a house on fire is supposed to be a metaphor! I should know. The Pope told me himself after the third time a wing in the Vatican went up in flames.
--[X] Ebrietas, if you can get Hope to tha' church, take er' there. It ain't safe here.
The Offer
You gape at Hope. Neither she nor Ebrietas can meet your gaze.
"The Hell are ye talkin' about? Ebrietas, what's goin' on? Why's the damn Workshop on fire?"
Hope's gaze sinks further down and Ebrietas curls further in on herself. As the flames roar behind you, you switch tactics.
"Gettin' along like a house on fire is supposed ta be a metaphor. I should know; the Pope told me himself after-"
"Gehrman set the flame," Hope interrupts. "It is how he marks the end of a Hunt. Go to him, Hunter Anderson. He has your reward for your long struggle."
You bite your lip and cast your gaze between her and the fire, which writhes and warps as its feast dwindles. Blackened pages slip through growing holes, reduced to ash before they hit the ground. You reach into your sleeves to pull out a fire extinguisher, only for Hope's wooden fingers to fall around your forearm. Her grip is not uncomfortable, but there's an authority to it, as though her feet hide roots as thick as telephone poles beneath them. She stares directly into your eyes, seeing everything behind them while you struggle to read even the surface of hers.
You match her stare for several moments before turning to your only disciple present.
"Ebrietas?"
Hope said Gehrman will explain, she says in her version of a mumble. She said this is all for you.
You take a deep breath, count to five, and sag as you let it out. Hope releases your arm and clasps her hands together once more. As the roof sags and shatters, you turn towards the open gate and walk into a field of white that the ashes refuse to sully. The adrenaline your shock granted you is gone, your legs sagging and stumbling as you walk up the slope. Gehrman sits smiling in his wheelchair, the flowers around him untouched. You have no idea how he got there. You're so Goddamn tired.
"Good Hunter," he says in the same monotone as Hope, "you've done well. The night is near its-"
"Why'd ye burn the Workshop?" you grunt. You ran out of patience for Dollar Store Crypt Keeper monologues hours ago.
His smile shakes, but stays moored. "Oh, that? It'll come back. It always does. It's more symbolic than anything else." He crosses his arms on his lap and leans forward. "I can't even imagine what you've been through tonight, Father Anderson. What you've accomplished is nothing short of incredible. Now, I offer you a reward:
"The peace of death that was stolen from you."
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"The Hell are ye talkin' about? Ebrietas, what's goin' on? Why's the damn Workshop on fire?"
Hope's gaze sinks further down and Ebrietas curls further in on herself. As the flames roar behind you, you switch tactics.
"Gettin' along like a house on fire is supposed ta be a metaphor. I should know; the Pope told me himself after-"
"Gehrman set the flame," Hope interrupts. "It is how he marks the end of a Hunt. Go to him, Hunter Anderson. He has your reward for your long struggle."
You bite your lip and cast your gaze between her and the fire, which writhes and warps as its feast dwindles. Blackened pages slip through growing holes, reduced to ash before they hit the ground. You reach into your sleeves to pull out a fire extinguisher, only for Hope's wooden fingers to fall around your forearm. Her grip is not uncomfortable, but there's an authority to it, as though her feet hide roots as thick as telephone poles beneath them. She stares directly into your eyes, seeing everything behind them while you struggle to read even the surface of hers.
You match her stare for several moments before turning to your only disciple present.
"Ebrietas?"
Hope said Gehrman will explain, she says in her version of a mumble. She said this is all for you.
You take a deep breath, count to five, and sag as you let it out. Hope releases your arm and clasps her hands together once more. As the roof sags and shatters, you turn towards the open gate and walk into a field of white that the ashes refuse to sully. The adrenaline your shock granted you is gone, your legs sagging and stumbling as you walk up the slope. Gehrman sits smiling in his wheelchair, the flowers around him untouched. You have no idea how he got there. You're so Goddamn tired.
"Good Hunter," he says in the same monotone as Hope, "you've done well. The night is near its-"
"Why'd ye burn the Workshop?" you grunt. You ran out of patience for Dollar Store Crypt Keeper monologues hours ago.
His smile shakes, but stays moored. "Oh, that? It'll come back. It always does. It's more symbolic than anything else." He crosses his arms on his lap and leans forward. "I can't even imagine what you've been through tonight, Father Anderson. What you've accomplished is nothing short of incredible. Now, I offer you a reward:
"The peace of death that was stolen from you."
[] Submit your life
[] Refuse
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The Fourth Monado
S U B A R A S H I I
- Location
- Away
[X]...Wut.
-[X] Explain. Now.
So, an announcement.
I'm going on a fishing trip late this month. I'd like to finish the quest beforehand rather than leave a cliffhanger. How am I going to do that? By finishing the quest the way I started it.
That's right, bitches, we're going daily. Votes close at 9:00 PM ET every night.
I'm going on a fishing trip late this month. I'd like to finish the quest beforehand rather than leave a cliffhanger. How am I going to do that? By finishing the quest the way I started it.
That's right, bitches, we're going daily. Votes close at 9:00 PM ET every night.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Mmm. Is a write in not allowed for this one?
This is all the choice Gehrman will allow.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Refuse
- Location
- United States of America
[X] Refuse
