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Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Morgaine couldn't help but spare a look at Victor while Dietrich talked. He was still shaken, an his sentiment was reinforced every time Dietrich thought to give him a glance. Something about the way Dietrich asked the question put her off, as if Victor were a defendant at court and her testimony could decide his hanging. Besides, she didn't want to be a part of the Church's little game of shadows. No good could come from the two of them ending up at each other's throats, especially not so early in their acquaintance. She took a deep breath, and set her heart to steel. Lying was never one of her talents.

"Well, I don't know what to say about that," Morgaine began. "I wasn't paying much attention to our journey's path." She stroked her chin, pretending to recall. "Well, it was chilly. Remarkable chilly, at that. I wouldn't be going outside without this robe you were so generous to lend me. We crossed through the wider road, memory serves me, into a big courtyard overlooking a sunken portion of the city. There was beasts down there, no doubt about it. Big, formless things. We could only catch their shadows and hear their endless howling. A disturbing sight, it must be said. Beyond that . . . I can't imagine much out of the ordinary. Not that I'd know much of ordinary here in Yharnam." She exhaled, slowly. "That's all I can say. Mayhaps the woman with us, Adelicia the blood giver, might know something more. If you can find her out and about at night, that is."

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Morgaine pretended not to notice the little interaction between Dietrich and Victor as she re-entered the larger room. It was humourous, admittedly, to see the big gruff churchman get gently scolded like a child, but it told her that there was something going on. At least, something going on that the two men very much didn't want her to know about. This annoyed her greatly. She wasn't the sort who enjoyed being kept in the dark. Was Dietrich's eye twitching? Something has gotten him unsettled, no doubt about that, and if she had to guess, it had something to do with her and her supposed "immortality".

"Right, let's go see your vicar," she finally said, after giving the two churchmen each an awkward glance. "I don't suppose I'd recognize a vicar were I to see one. What do they look like?" Really, was there truly a possibility in which all the men of the Healing Church were moulded of wax? Admittedly, the white church clothes weighed down on her shoulders far more than her normal clothes did. A snug fit they were, and to be quite honest, not nearly as tight as she had predicted. Certainly good for this dratted weather.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Huh. I never noticed the heels before. Does it look different in the game proper?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

One with the latch.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

"Well . . . don't go testing it," Morgaine said, stumbling over her own words. Her gut twisted. She couldn't make sense of what they were saying. Was this some sort of prank? Something they'd say to get the new people maimed so they'd learn a lesson of some kind? She wouldn't be surprised if this were all some elaborate in-joke within the higher circles of the Church hunters. She didn't suppose she would one day be laughing about it with them in some distant later night. "Well," she began, changing the subject. It wasn't her favourite thing, being the centre of the conversation. "If the vicar wants to see me, he'll have to wait a minute or two." She held up her church garb for effect, and strode off towards the private room, leaving the two men behind.

How was this ever supposed to stay clean? The whole thing was the same off-white all over, but most importantly, not the slightest bit red. Did their seamstress never consider that hunters would get blood on their clothes? Would be a nightmare to wash it all off, only to get it all bloodied up again. Morgaine shuddered at the thought. Not even ermine capes were this pale. It was so white it seemed to reflect light almost like a mirror. Well, there was nothing for it. This was a hunter's outfit. It'll serve her better now than her village garb. Slowly, she unbuttoned her vest, dropping it on the ground, and her shirt followed soon after, exposing her back to the cool evening air. It was rather chilly now, even more so in here than outside. They must preserve fruit in here when it's not being used by people. She was glad to have finally shimmied into her new clothes, warm and snug under all that silk. Although she could do without the hood, she already had one of her own. Wrapping her cloak about her shoulders and fastening the pin. Now she was truly safe. Brushing down all the wrinkles around the skirts with her left hand, she placed her right on the door before unlocking and opening it.

"Well boys? Fair enough for the ball, you wager?" She asked, putting a hand on her hip and striking a mock-pose.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

My next post will likely be a little late, as this week is quite important for me. Thank you for understanding.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Morgaine stepped back in shock as Dietrich opened up the cane into its whip form, caught dumb as he whirled the loose blade around before returning it to his original state, and all with his left hand besides. Obviously, the man had notable expertise in the craft of beast hunting. The cane arced majestically, twirling like a dancer's soul. Morgaine knew one some primal level that the cane was meant for her. It looked so intuitive, now thinking about it. She could learn to pick up this whip thing. It certainly looked more manageable than the other objects on display. Was it even humanly possible for her to lift that huge hammer, or that sword the length of her entire body? Her hands idly played with the cloth uniform, smooth as silk but somehow incredibly heavy like hardened leather. Could a beast even pierce it with its claws? That was likely, she supposed. A beast's claws could rend armour like paper, after all.

“As intriguing as spending the night with you sounds . . ." well, he was a charmer after all! Morgaine glanced up at his eyes, noting their constancy. He was an inscrutable man, no doubt about it. His eyes guarded his intentions dutifully. Did he even have a soul behind them? His main hand gripped his weapon tightly, as if the two were fused together into a single body. Maybe it was the case; he couldn't drop the weapon if he wanted to. That would make some activities . . . decidedly awkward. She bit her own tongue, wincing but not yelping. Hardly the time nor place.

"Immortal? Me?" Morgaine said with a raised eyebrow. She couldn't help bark a laugh at his last comment. "Well, I haven't died yet."

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Sorry; it totally slipped my mind until today. I'll try to be more punctual in the future.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

"That's right," Morgaine said, eyeing up the weapons with a curious eye. "Your man there, he picked us up. A couple of others too, but we can't say where they've gone. Must've just wandered off to somewhere we couldn't follow or . . s" she trailed off at the end. There were certainly a variety of weapons. Huge heavy swords like the one Victor's got, and massive hammers cut from stone, and that spear the other churchman was holding before he died. "You don't mind if I-" she said, reaching out and pulling a modest looking thing from the box. It slid out with a hiss of metal on metal, revealing a sort of walking cane with a sharpened edge. Almost a sword in disguise, by the feel of it. "Err, I suppose there's space." She took a few experimental swings at the empty air, getting a feel for the weight. This wasn't a harvesting scythe by any measure, nor a wooden club with which to chase foxes. This was a proper weapon, made to draw blood and kill. She obviously demonstrated little knowledge in its application. "Sorry . . . it's the being a hunter. New to all this, you see." She set the weapon down on the table sheepishly, before returning to the piles of clothes.

"I don't suppose the two of you gentlemen would know where someone is to get a bit of privacy," Morgaine said, finally settling on a set of clothes. It was certainly the widest option she'd seen from here, a bit more so in the shoulders than the waistline. These Yharnamites, they must worship the slender physique, but this one'll do, at least far more than any of the others. "Am I supposed to be following you about now, Sir Dietrich?" Not the worst way to spend her night, if she discovers she has the stomach for the spilling of blood. "Or would you have me stay with your lad?" She made a head gesture to Victor, her hands occupied by the clothing.

A kings' political marriage plan- closed

Me too.