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Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Well. I'll make a post by tomorrow.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Perhaps I'd not make a post, as it alone would be quite short on my part. But I could send some reactions on PM on how Marcus reacts to Victor's comments.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Marcus felt a familiar smell through the back. Gunpoweder filled his nostrils and made him nostalgic to times when his gang hand first time gotten hands on them pistols. Feeling as they put bit too much powder, then the pellet. Spark, flash, kick and a hole in a wooden fence. That power filled him again. The rifle was now operational. However he could shoot only once before reloading, so he had to make sure that the shot counted.

He opened the pouch and started to pour slight amount of gunpowder down. As he carefully shook the pouch, he listened at Victor talking about the Night of the Hunt. Whatever that meant. That outside was full of either allies or enemies. But his determination to keep the Blood Saint safe was unbreakable. Marcus started to believe that helping Victor keeping her safe would turn beneficial. Perhaps a good word to the White Church.

The Warrior started to ask something as Marcus pulled the gunpowder pouch shut and reached for the pellet. He was asking about the madmen. "Who they were? “ He asked. A valid question, and something that Marcus had not considered asking before. When he had gotten outside he had prepared to fight them, but as they had ran away he had felt only relief. He had considered only killing them, not what they were after. The Warrior was smarter than that, however. He had found something interestin, out of picture. And he pressed on. "What they were-" he continued, but made a pause.

Torquil had taken an interest to the lantern. The weapon, artifact, whatever it was was still full of ghastly light. Marcus had taken a ramming rod from beneath the barrel and pushed the gunpowder down tight. As he removed the rod and dropped the pellet in, he saw the lantern fill with blue light. Torquil had just snapped his fingers inside the lantern. Somehow he had activated the lantern and now it was going to do it’s magic.

Marcus took a step back, pulled the weapon on the floor and put the stock against his shoulder. He aimed above and to the left of Torquil, prepared for whatever would come. ”Careful Torquil! It’s going to... ” Marcus yelled, but he never finished the sentence. Partly because he didn’t know what it was going to do.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Marcus glanced towards the clinic and it’s mess. The memory of the fight inside still in mind, he glanced over the cots and beast’s body to see where the rifle could have stayed. A small shiver ran through his spine; Marcus in a reflexlike motion turned his eyes and head slightly to watch Victor. His face had a sight of displeasure. He saw small movement of his lips but couldn’t make out what he was muttering. The experienced hunter unnerved him. Marcus didn't dare to keep the stare, so he quickly turned his eyes away.

Focusing again to find the rifle, on the floor he now noticed another rifle. It wasl quite similar to the one he had held some time prior. He walked towards the rifle and noticed two pouches. Another one had opened out and spilled some pellets on the floor. Marcus grabbed one of the pellets and rolled it between his thumb and index finger. Round and small enough to fit a rifle. Good quality pellets, similar to what he had used back in the gang times. Marcus collected most of the pellets from the ground and put them inside the pouch, before tying it shut.

He paused for a moment to listen what Vicor had to say. Seemingly he was ready to go with this plan. Lead civilians to shelter after killing the madmen that had priorly tried to kidnap them, and then he would move to Cathedral Ward. A place where Marcus could get better armaments. Marcus liked the idea. Though he was confident with his sword and rifle, he had seen the Fire Dancers use complex, deadly weapons to great effect. He remembered a cane that had hit his gang member’s head, then turned into a whip of blades that went around his neck and sliced it open. And an axe which gained twice it’s length suddenly. And looking at Victor’s enormous sword, there were probably many artifacts that the church might offer to a hunter like Marcus. As long as they got there safely.

Draco pointed out that a saint among them would attract attention. And sure, Marcus could imagine such a thing. He had heard of their blood and such had been reason for people to come to Yharnam from far and wide. Marcus had never had a sip of such a blood but it’s value was known. However in times like these there might be demand, but reward for such a blood wouldn’t be much. And looking at Victor, the risk for such an action would be too much. And even if he somehow survived from such a task, Church would send men after him for sure.

Going through this thought he remembered his sister and the hunter that had hurt her once again. And somewhere deep inside a sense of guilt hurt him like a sudden cut from a sword. Marcus, suffering from this tought, hastly grabbed the rifle. He took two deep breaths to get whole thought out of his head. Trying to act calm he placed the rifle hanging from his shoulder by a leather strap that was attached to rifle’s side. Still trying to keep calm he then grabbed another pouch and tried it in his hand. As Marcus turned to see Draco, he squeezed it a little to get a figure if insides were powder and smelled the pouch’s opening to try to get an aroma, if it were gunpowder. He grunted as an approval to Draco's suggestion.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

I'll throw a post on monday evening.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Marcus listened very carefully to the man with the scar. Marcus’s eye stared at the Draco’s – as he called himself – eyes, listening as this blacksmith and huntsman pleaded for help. A hunter that kills hunters. At least killed someone called Stefan. A church giant fighting beasts was now more attractive fighting partner to the hunter, according to Draco.

Marcus disliked the idea that he’d be helping people. There were a lot of dangers outside and to worry about some people was not in his greatest interest. However there was two points in favor to his quest. There was a shelter and there would be a bigger group to make it there. Marcus was worried that such a group would attract beasts, but perhaps they would target the civilians instead?

But this thought was tossed to a corner soon. Discussion had went to someone identifying a hunter by scent alone. And then the now-alive Hunter had revealed a truth. There was a scent. Marcus took, as a reflex, a deep breath in through his nose. And sure enough, Marcus smelled the blood; But there was another scent present. He had smelled that all the evening, but he hadn’t thought about it until now, but there was no mistaking it. Just to be sure, Marcus rose his arm closer to his nose.

A memory came into his mind. This smell. Now that he thought about it, scent was familiar to him: He and his sister running in sewers and the scent of the assaillant is stronger than the filth in sewer, as he grabs his sister. She screams and the hunter playfully says “Got you...”.

And Victor then said the harsh truth that brought Marcus back to the real world. What Marcus had perhaps suspected and somewhat known until now, but now that it was said out loud it was more sombering. It was now true. He was a hunter. They were now hunters. The smell proved it, the feats moments ago proved it, what the huntsmen had said proved it. The effect was much stronger than he could have guessed. His mind was blank. He saw as Draco emoted towards his nose, but Marcus couldn’t understand the emotion or care about that.

His senses came back when Draco was speaking about the shelter. Victor would do anything to keep the woman safe, at least according to his own words. Draco was quite good with his thoughts. This proposition mioght get the veteran hunter and his enormous sword with them. Marcus was bit doubtful. Victor was a member of a White Church, which was a rival to the Black Church that Marcus had contacted. He didn’t know if the two Churches were connected in this room of cots filled with nightmare-ridden patients. Would-be hunters or woudl-be dead meat, whether the treatment worked or not. But at the moment it was Victor that could lead him to some answers.

Marcus lowered his sword until his arm was relaxed and turned to Victor. ”I need answers to this whole mess, so I will follow you. But if there are beasts that want her delicious blood and a hunter out there that wants to hunt you… ” Marcus said and turned to Draco. “Then better to cooperate. For now.” He finished. He took few steps towards the room with cots. He wanted to find the rifle that the huntsmen had left behind. Or rather which Marcus had yanked from them. In case he’d meet them again, he’d ask them for gunpowder and bullets.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

@DrabberRogue?

I'd like to make a post, but that'd come on weekend.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Marcus reached to grasp the parchment from the little men. But his hands grasped nothing but air. Marcus flinched, then carefully reached to the parchment to touch it. His fingers went through the parchment like it was but thick smoke he tried to grab. This unnerved Marcus more than he wanted to admit, and he flinched backwards. He made a quick look at the Warrior, but he had been shifting his focus from the blood-clothed hunter to the mummified being in two parts. “ “I secure the bell, too. The warrior had stated. Marcus nodded and then turned his head back to wonder the issue with parchment.

Grey men seemed to understand his problem. Even more so, they seemed to want to help, even showing some… Joy and excitement as if they had been waiting for years to be useful. And thus they opened the scroll for Marcus to read. Disappointingly little amount of text to Marcus, who wished more clarity to the situation at hand. Then Marcus started to read. He was not good at it, as he had never had any need for such a skill. On streets his fists and daggers were message enough to the opposite side. This skill would have never been acuired, if it wasn’t for a gangmember of his old gang. One of the more smarter ones made effort to teach his gang how to read. Marcus always wondered why man with such smarts was with them, but appreciated the lessons. He still had to speak the words out loud slowly to form the words in his mind, to understand them.

“Glance calmly upon the lantern's pale gleam,
and find safe haven within the Hunter's Dream.”

Marcus frowned a little after saying that out loud. He read again, now more silently as he was more familiar with the parchment. This couldn’t have been everything, just a riddle, a meaningless phrase. But there was nothing else on the parchment. Marcus had to think for a moment about what he read. Parchment clearly referenced to the lantern that was in front of him. Guided Marcus to look deep inside, calmly, to the ghastly light. But the latter part was nonesence to him.

Marcus’s grip from the sword tightened and his senses sharpened as he heard some noise coming from behind. He turned around. First he saw Torquil, axe in hand and fascinated by the lantern next to Marcus. But that hadn’t gained Marcus’s attention. Then he noticed the dead hunter, in his bloodied glory, rise. Now Marcus saw something sticking from his tigh, a syringe or a vial. He was first like just woken from a horrible nightmare and realizing now that this was not a dream; Then he backed to the corner, fists up as if whole world was against him. But something made a slight change in his expression as he took a look to the woman. Made him go at ease.

Them Marcus heard more rattle from behind him and turned to see… A new face, something Marcus had never seen before. A man that had no nose but instead an ugly scar in it’s place. He was a tall man and pale as a moon in the sky. But what captured his eyes was the pitchfork that he was wielding. It was almost a work of art, not to be used by a normal farmer, it was too sturdy. It was more a weapon than a tool. Marcus was bit tense at the sight of this. He couldn’t tell if he was a hunter or not, or an enemy. But he had came from where the four others had ran, so Marcus guessed he was somewhat an acquaintance to the four.

He heard the hunter behind him scuffle again. A quick look revealed that the hunter was again more defensive. Perhaps this was due to fact that he was close to the woman that had made him relax. Marcus didn’t want this situation go out of hand before he got some answers. So took took again the glance to the Ugly Manm rising his sword, taking a tighter grip from it and pointing it towards the man.

”You. Who are you and why are you here?” Marcus said in a demanding voice. ”And what do you lot want form us?” he continued. A question that had puzzled him for some time now.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

@DrabberRogue if you want, I can imagine Marcus saying scroll's content out loud if asked or muttering by himself the words.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Marcus held steady as the men ran away. Marcus showed no intention, no motion or no attempt to follow them alone. Perhaps he could have, with the new powers he had aquired, but he didn’t want to risk the battle and possibility of injury or even death. Though Marcus remembered that they had wanted them alive. An odd group it had been; member with a sinister bell, a beast and rest were other yharnamites. Marcus wondered if they wanted to kidnap unwakened ones for blood knows for what purposes. Only thought that Marcus had was to have them woken up somewhere else and taught as members of some sinister army.

As men had Ran away, Marcus heard footsteps behind him. The Warrior got closer to him, sure with his steps and well composed to the. Torquil also had arrived, wielding an axe.”We should get our bearings, determine where exactly we are..." The Warrior stated. Marcus nodded. He too wanted to know where they were. He knew where he wanted to go, to the Black Healing Church. From them he had received the… Blessing or curse of hunters, Marcus didn’t know which. And from them Marcus would get advice of what they would do with him. Them. Marcus wondered if the Warrior and Torquil were also going to work for the church like Marcus planned, now that whoever their guide in their awakening should have been was not present. Come to think of it, he wondered if there was present anybody that they could talk to? Or had the assaillants killed everyone else in the building? One of many things that Marcus did want to find out. If alive they could also satisfy the Warrior's wish to know their location.

The Warrior continued. "...and why we were..." he continued, but never finished. Marcus turned to see whether he was going to finish, but noticed that the Warrior had just seen the bloodbath that was outside. A sight that had also made a strong impression to Marcus too, even thought he was an experienced bandit and seen his share of bloodbath. But the moment ended and the warrior composed himself. He had taken an interest to the man on the floor, who was most likely owner of the enormous weapon next to him. Marcus wondered for a moment to grab that weapon, but shook off the idea. He wasn’t sure if he had the strength to wield such a weapon like it’s owner clearly had ahd, judging by the bellringer’s corpse that was in two parts.

Marcus wondered about the Lantern that was in front of him, away from the blood, death and destruction. There was a skeletal arm coming from the ground, surrounded by many of the little men. He was living in an alien world now, with beasts and otherwordly beings as the Echo had been. And these men, with their equipment. He wondered if the lantern was similar to the bell, an instrument for hexes, spells and enhancements. Such a thing would be valueable, if Marcus would know how to use one.

Then he noticed the scroll. Marcus looked at the two little men that were holding it. They were in turn looking at him. Marcus felt uncomfortable inside his garments. He preferred to ignore these otherworldly creatures, not interact with them. However Marcus hated to admit, but in this situation they offered a lifeline to grab. Hence for this once, he gave the little men a careful trust ”Best to grab whatever we can before leaving this place. That huge sword, whatever those men have, and that lantern.” Marcus said, nodding to each object of his statement as he said them out loud. ”I’ll grab the lantern.” Marcus continued. Before starting to inspect the lantern however he went towards the scroll and reached to grab it.