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

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SMMI said:
I'm a little shit at learning new forum set ups and haven't figured out the "copy this person's text but without quotations so that it parses better for the vote tally thing" and I've been a bit too lazy to erase the quotation sections.
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Your votes will pretty much get ignored then. It doesn't "parse worse," it ignores anything in a quote box.

You can always just vote for the name of the person who made the vote you're supporting, if copying the actual vote is too much trouble.
 
Can't not vote for this. For probably one of the last opportunities to proselytize we might have.

[X] Talk
-[X] "Well, since y'er here, 'ave ya herd the good word about our Lord an' Savior, Jesus Christ?"

We've got bibles and crosses for days. We also have a lot of wounds that could use regenerating.

I wonder if Ebrietas would have anything to say about this?

... And, I really hope this doesn't automatically lead to a the-new-Gehrman ending just from picking Talk... I mean, I don't think so of course, but at this point I'm just kind of worried ya know? We're right at the finishing line. Worry seems appropriate.
 
Garlak said:
Can't not vote for this. For probably one of the last opportunities to proselytize we might have.

[X] Talk
-[X] "Well, since y'er here, 'ave ya herd the good word about our Lord an' Savior, Jesus Christ?"

We've got bibles and crosses for days. We also have a lot of wounds that could use regenerating.

I wonder if Ebrietas would have anything to say about this?

... And, I really hope this doesn't automatically lead to a the-new-Gehrman ending just from picking Talk... I mean, I don't think so of course, but at this point I'm just kind of worried ya know? We're right at the finishing line. Worry seems appropriate.
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Might not be so bad. We'd get to (try to) convert every single hunter that visits us, support them, and give them last rites.

Pretty priestly, I'd say.
 
Garlak said:
... And, I really hope this doesn't automatically lead to a the-new-Gehrman ending just from picking Talk... I mean, I don't think so of course, but at this point I'm just kind of worried ya know? We're right at the finishing line. Worry seems appropriate.
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Judging by what happened with Ludwig's sword, I think Anderson has God-powered defenses against mental subversion.
 
I just want to have a chat with an unknowable cosmic entity really.

Maybe ask the messengers for some tea too? I'd like to see moon squid with a tiny little teacup.
 
Higure said:
Your votes will pretty much get ignored then. It doesn't "parse worse," it ignores anything in a quote box.

You can always just vote for the name of the person who made the vote you're supporting, if copying the actual vote is too much trouble.
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Thank ye kindly, I'll make sure to do so in the future.
 
defenestrator said:
Though that was an Ignoble end for the First Hunter.
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I dunno about that. Dying in an epic confrontation with the man that out-huntered every other hunter except the Old Man himself?
It may not have been the bloody clash of strength and steel that is so romanticized, but the important thing to remember is that in the end, it was him or Anderson. And Anderson couldn't match him in a straight brawl.
Not even the Hunter from the game can do that, even with maxed stats.

Also:
[X] Talk
-[X] "Well, since y'er here, 'ave ya herd the good word about our Lord an' Savior, Jesus Christ?"

Because talking is the time honoured tradition for buying those few extra seconds that mean the difference between life and death.
And who knows? Maybe we can convert the elder diety from beyond the stars to be christian. Or at the least, have a talk with Ebrietas.
 
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    • You stow your bayonets away and nod. "Aye, works for me. Want anythin'? Tea, coffee, bloodshake?"

    no.

    "Figured I'd ask." You clap your hands together. "Well, since ye're here, have ye heard the good Word about our LORD and savior, Jesus Christ?"

    yes.

    "Y'see, He...wait, what?"

    read tome while caretaker slept. benevolent progeny and extension of vengeful deity. uses torture implement as holy symbol. stories contradictory. Its head tilts. earnest question or delaying tactic to heal wounds.

    You shrug. "Both, I suppose. Couldn't hurt ta ask."

    deception forgiven. no impact on final outcome. It rises on its haunches, surveys the dying mass of flames, and waves an arm. At once, the fire winks out and the Workshop stands whole once more, white flowers blooming anew as though nothing had happened. destruction forgiven.

    "Well, ye've definitely got the bit about turnin' the other cheek down pat. Got some more copies here in case ye'd ever like some o' yer own. Wouldn't want ta force Hope ta share." You helpfully wave a handful of Bibles back and forth beneath its stare.

    unnecessary. contents memorized. It prowls forward with the dominant gait of an apex predator, stopping above where Gehrman fell. caretaker crafted summoning bell. suggested outsider untouched by blood could succeed where others failed. likely deception. results still satisfactory. It delicately extends a claw and prods the cross, observing the resulting wisps of smoke with apparent curiosity. caretaker crafted several new weapons during night. elected to use original arms. claimed familiarity more important than stopping power. possibly also deception. results still acceptable.

    You furrow your brow and frown. "Ye sayin' he threw the fight?"

    no. fought to kill. merely observation.

    It rounds on you slowly while maintaining its distance. Its proportions are so bizarre that you honestly can't tell if it has a comfortable way to hold still.

    "So how'd you and Gehrman meet?" you ask. You've still got a handful of cracked bones and exposed muscle fibers to fix up. "Ye pass each other on a rainy night and see friendship in each other's eyeholes? Byrgenwerth make a booty call? I'm dyin' ta know." You cringe inwardly as soon as the last sentence comes out of your mouth, praying it understands figures of speech better than Ebrietas does.

    caretaker and associates beckoned. offered eternal hunting for return of desired associate. acceptable terms.

    "And what do ye get from this 'eternal Hunt?' What does one get for the squid who has everythin'?"

    death of great ones. consumption of echoes. hunters receive functional immortality. power to fight. symbiotic relationship. It peers over towards the central area of the Dream, where Hope stands with Ebrietas in her arms, and looms over you. child remains. unacceptable. hunt continues. new caretaker required.

    "Hey," you reply, frown deepening, "the Hunt's over. I won. Ebrietas isn't hurtin' anyone."

    always hunters. always a hunt.

    "I refuse."

    refusal forgiven.

    The great hands begin to close around you, only for a full-sized Ebrietas to cannon into the creature from the side. The two massive beings grapple with one another, tearing gouges out of each other's flesh, when suddenly the creature releases a massive pulse of energy that sends Ebrietas flying. Her wings thrum, attempting to carry her back into the fray, but another pulse slams her back. Again she rises, again she's struck down. You rush over as she tries to stand once more.

    "Stay down. Please. He's mine."

    You don't need to protect me. I'll protect you.

    "i bloody know I don't need to, but you have to protect everyone back home, Ebrietas, because right now I can't. Let me do this. Please."

    Her eyes wobble, looking between you and the lanky creature (hereby dubbed Moonfucker) that seems content to observe, before shrinking back to her miniature form and fluttering drunkenly back to Hope. Moonfucker watches her go, turns back to you, and tilts its head.

    unprecedented relationship between human and great one. curious.

    "I'm gonna put ye in an unprecedented relationship with the fuckin' ground, ye gigantic bastard." You fill both hands with blades and stomp forward. "Nobody hurts my fuckin' flock."

    You rear back to throw steel, only for Moonfucker to fix you with a glare. Your entire body freezes up, then slackens against your will, dropping the cluster of bayonets to the ground. It slouches towards you and cups you in a gentle embrace, lifting you up towards the blood-red moon.

    always hunters. always a hunt.

    You can feel it in your head like a stream of insects. You can't fight back. You can't close your eyes. You can't even scream.

    And then thorny vines erupt from your chest and wrench the creature's limbs away, burning where they touch. You fall to the ground, propped up by the torrent of greenery where your heart should be, and gape. The nail can't be in your chest. The bastard tore it out. Ebrietas said it wasn't in there.

    You didn't think you could just pull a piece of God out of your chest and everything would go back to normal, did you?

    The half-heard statement tumbles from your thoughts, consumed by the righteous fury pouring forth from you. It's hungry, too hungry to be satisfied by the thrashing flesh in its embrace. The thorns are in your mind, in your soul, straining and salivating. They can win this. Can win everything. The only question is whether you're willing to leave your flock behind again to feed them.

    [] Man of God

    [] Monster of God
     
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    • No thank you, I'm pretty sure we can monster later if we really need to, but I have a feeling we'll indiscriminately attack everyone if we go monster.
    [X] Man of God
     
    Oh shit.

    Moon Presence was not expecting to get fucked by thorns. It can win this, that's true. But so can Anderson. It wasn't the thorns that beat all those monsters, it wasn't the thorns that killed Gehrman, and it wasn't the thorns that became the father for two girls who'd already lost so much in one night.

    [x] Man of God

    Father Alexander 'Angel Dust' Anderson, Regenerator, will be enough.
     
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    [X] Man of God
    -[X] "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who sheperds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper, and the finder of lost children. And I shall strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger, those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers! And you will know my name is the LORD, when I lay my Vengeance upon thee!"

    *Edited vote* Credit goes to Xantalos
     
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