Dark Jack

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Indeed it is, @bloonewb. Just go ahead and write up a character, and I'll be available if you need anything for doing so.

I don't want you to take this the wrong way, @rocketrobie2, but that's incredibly disappointing; not because I'm disappointed in you, I want to stress that as much as I possibly can, but because I was really looking forward to a character actually trying to go to the Hunter's Dream.
Um... though now I'm a bit at a loss as to what to do. I guess I will just have to wait until someone is ready to post...

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

I'm working under the assumption that you not telling me otherwise, as I requested in my previous post, means that you want to post IC again before I do anything else, @rocketrobie2. Am I right in this assumption, and if so, do you have some kind of loose ETA on said post?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Mostly just giving the choice to leave room for Nigel's reaction to how the lantern feels and possibly change his mind, if he wants to. If he keeps staring into the lantern you can just tell me OOC, and I'll write up another post of what happens next.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Eastern Yharnam, Hunter's clinic, reception

When Nigel turned his attention towards the lantern after reading the message, Torquil grew restless over by the door, weighing the warning he had received from Marcus when Torquil had looked into the lantern himself against his curiosity as to what this mysterious device could be, as well as an explanation for the messages being delivered to them by the Messengers. He did not say anything, however, and Victor – his back still turned – did not seem to notice.

Looking directly into the lantern from up close, the blue light flowing from the lantern seemed to gradually expand from it, filling more and more of his field of vision as if it was rapidly erasing the world around him. At the same time Nigel would feel an unusual calm settling over him, all of his pain and worries fading into the background. He also felt drowsy.
Nigel would likely have little doubt from these feelings that looking into the lantern for even just a couple of seconds would almost certainly make him fall asleep. He could probably tear his gaze from the lantern if he wanted, but it had to be now; another second, and the hypnotic glow would envelop him completely.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Eastern Yharnam, Hunter's clinic, reception

Torquil closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath to control his emotions, though his reason for doing so surprised him. It was not that he was embarrassed by the distress or humiliation of not being able to communicate properly, even though he could form sentences just fine in his mind, but rather that he felt an unexpected and – he thought, as far as his limited retained memories allowed him to surmise – foreign sense of smoldering murderous rage building within him. Something inside him was not how it used to be; though Torquil was fairly certain that the beast-man in the back room had been the first human, or human-adjacent, thing he had ever killed, this nebulous something in him wanted him to attack and kill this man, too.
Luckily Torquil was (and assumed he had always been) a very patient person who was well-versed in showing restraint, so doing so was not all that difficult. It was still concerning, but at least it was controllable. Probably a consequence of becoming a Hunter.

“Don't remember,*” Torquil slurred, sighing to himself as he tried to carefully formulate himself in a way that could actually be expressed despite hims limited ability to speak. “Jaw... wrong. Long ago. Don't speak well.**”
Glancing over at Victor, who was apparently still rummaging through the rubble over there, albeit more hurriedly than before, Torquil decided that it was probably a good idea to change the topic to something potentially more productive. He halfway extended his right arm, using the hatchet in his right hand to point at the other message from the little men, over by the strange blue lantern.
“Read.”

(What Torquil actually sounded like:
*“Dohn 'member.”
**“Hiaw... ruhg. Lohg ahgo. Dohn speech well.”)

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Eastern Yharnam, Hunter's clinic, reception

Though a snarky comment such as the one the big man had just uttered, sarcastically suggesting to say “please” when asking for something, might have annoyed others or filled them with indignation, all it served to do with Torquil was to fill him with regret and resentment for the condition he found himself in. He had excluded the word “please” specifically because he had predicted that it would be hard for him to say intelligibly, and he had wanted this particular message to be conveyed as quickly and clearly as possible given how important it had seemed.
His jaw clenched in frustration at this, ironically making it even more visibly obvious that the right hinge of his jaw was not where it was supposed to be. How had he managed to live any kind of normal life before this, not being able to speak properly? Though in hindsight, maybe that could explain the obscure sense of loneliness he felt whenever he tried to remember his time before today, before he became a Hunter; that he actually had not been able to live a normal life, but had secluded himself somehow to avoid exposing his disability? Though with his memories the way they were, all he could ultimately do was guess.

Nevertheless the big man turned his attention to the little creatures' message. Torquil had no idea what to call him besides “the big man” since he had yet to introduce himself, though to be fair, no one had introduced themselves since the awakening of these last two Hunters. Torquil kept hoping that Victor or Arcturus, who could speak normally, would take the initiative and share his name, too, but so far they had not.
Over where he had crouched down, Torquil noticed that Victor had retrieved something from the debris over there: a sturdy, reinforced-looking box of somewhat ornate design, maybe a little under a meter long (2' 7”) and some thirty centimeters wide (one foot). Victor set it down next to him while he kept searching the debris around him. It did not seem that he had realized that the big man and Torquil were doing anything yet.

A moment later the big man finished reading the note and did exactly the thing Torquil had hoped to the gods he would not do: asked him a question. Gritting his teeth in frustration, finding it humiliating to have to communicate like an imbecile like this, he nodded toward Adelicia across the room and said, very slowly and with great effort to pronounce the word in a way that would be understandable:
“Saint.”
He wanted to convey more, like how Victor earlier had offered them Adelicia's blood and had left that offer open, but he wanted to keep it brief both for the sake of him not inevitably managing to mess up his speech again, and for them to keep the exchange subtle enough that Victor did not notice.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

@DrabberRogue How is it going? Do you still intend to post, or have your plans changed since declaring that you would do so?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Due to how integral she currently is to Victor's motivations, and how important Victor is to the characters for the moment, with them essentially seeming to have pinned their hopes on him showing them the ropes, I don't think I have much choice but to puppet her for the time being. Luckily her entire character up until Ashgan disappeared was mostly "stand back and wait for everyone else to figure things out", and such a passive character will hopefully not be as jarring to have stay in the background and mostly act as baggage for Victor until he can unload her.
That should hopefully not be too long, either, since he (as stated in this post a while back) intends to drop her at the first even remotely safe place they get to. From there, assuming Ashgan doesn't return, she will simply act as a behind-the-scenes continuous supply of particularly potent blood.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

I'd say go ahead.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

I'm going to once more take absence of objection as permission and post to keep things moving.

If one of your characters is actually going to read the Messengers' letter, you can just say so here and I can tell you its contents rather than "waste" a back and forth in IC for them to get it.

EDIT: You know what, that's stupid. It's incredibly unlikely that none of the characters will read the note. I'll just put it in a Hider; if your character doesn't read the message and you want to preserve believable ignorance, don't open the Hider.

The Messengers' letter

Written in the same exquisite calligraphy as the other note:
"Hunters will always want blood, need blood.
From it comes your power, but to others it brings the scourge."

Below this is a second message, however, written in recognizably the same handwriting, but much more hurried and messily than the first couple of lines:
"Beware the blood saint. She is even more addictive."