She looks forward.

I was ensuring you knew what the objective was if you consider that small talk — and if you do, then I don't know what to say to you. But whatever. Forget I asked.

edited 21st May '17 8:28:46 PM by Boxen

Group 2

Sounds like my kind of god. How did he steal it?

"Uh...well, they say..."

   "He tainted the land with his evil and forced the continents to be raised into the sky."   

Group 2

That's amazing. If I weren't a follower of Akuma Shogun, I would worship Malpercio right now.

   "Bite your fucking tongue."   

"Marno!"

edited 21st May '17 8:37:32 PM by Randomman5

Group 2

What? I, uh, touch a nerve or something?

   "...Don't worry about it."   

Group 2

Okay. (continues heading to the church)

Yharnam

Group 1

The beast's eyes widen as the final blow is dealt, giving a bloodchoked growl.

It spasms for a moment, but eventually, it stops.

-Frigid-

You feel it. You're being watched, by prying, suspicious eyes. Whilst not eyes of bestial hunger, it feels... colder, somehow. Disgust.

Group 2

Up ahead, you see a group of four men. Their faces covered in grey, ashen fur, and sluggishly patroling the area.

But among their ranks is not a man, not anymore. Much taller than the rest, this one stands out like a sore thumb. His hands have curled into horrible claws, and his entire body is coated in a shaggy fur. His clothes hardly fit him, and they merely dangle off him helplessly. It appears to be armed with a farming plow; perhaps not the best weapon, but from something that powerful looking, it no doubt doesn't matter.

Group 3

As they depart, Eileen leaves a final message, before heading her own way.

"When the moment comes, do not stand there, shaking in your boots. A hunter must hunt, after all..."

The further they go, the louder the music box from before plays. And not only that, but a... somewhat soothing aroma wafts through the air, something that puts the nerves at ease.

Hwew... am I glad you're with us...

-Cautiously approaches the fallen beast, nudging it with his foot-

The music iiiisss... following us...

She stops in her tracks, then removes her bow.

The wanderer relaxes, but he looks around, regardless, for anything that could be lurking in the shadows.

"This may be a trap."

Yeah...

...

-luis heads in the direction of the music box, hoping nobody notices him gone since he's probably in the back-

-laughs

That was badass! We just iced a fuckin' bona fide werewolf!

-A short distance away from the victorious gang of beast-bashing ruffians, Mr. Referee silently watches from concealment, monitoring the activity of these bloodthirsty demons post-battle-

.....

Yeesh...

(flinches as he sees his Pokémon's handiwork)

(Grayson grunts, dispelling his Dragon Claws - seems the dragon isn't cringing at the destruction, not like his Trainer)

Y-yeah, yeah, so... why did you guys not wait up for me at the maze? I said I was gonna be back!

??? You can fly, dawg! I figured you'd catch up!

Group 2

(Planetman nods to Zelda. He focuses and his right arm turns into the machine gun he absorbed earlier.)

Group 3

(Winda's calm as a result of the fumes in the area, but still a little wary, though. She clutches her staff in case anything suspicious heading her way.)

Hey, well, look what woulda happened to you if we were half-a-second late!

(motions to the Dead Beast)

Oh, boo-hoo-hoo, a werewolf woulda bit me! In what world is being a werewolf a problem??

Central Yharnam

Group 1

The beast remains dead. you could just- drink it dry here

... With the time you have to investigate this area, it... appears to be a clinic, of some sorts. Bags of (you guessed it) blood, tables, medical tools... but this part seems long abandoned.

But up ahead, up some stairs, is a boarded up door, suggesting it may not be so abandoned...

Group 2

Perhaps by a newly enhanced sense of smell, or perhaps by sheer dumb luck, the half-turned larger Huntsmen shoots a look in their direction.

And gives a horrid roar, alerting the rest of the relatively-human Huntsmen.

"...?! Beasts, watch out!"

They all pull out flintlocks, fumbling, screaming obscenities. Except one brave soul, who merely lifts his torch and rushes the group.

"It's all your fault! All your fault!"

Group 3

... Eventually, you come across a house, with lights coming from within. Inside, you can hear the music box at its loudest... as well as, crying. A child, a little girl.

-Stares at the house, unmoving-

...I don't think we should go in there...

Her arm flies for her quiver. She pulls an arrow from it, pulls the drawstring, then fires it at the rusher.

He looks at Co'dro.

"We move forward?"

Oh, come on, that's just an urban myth. We all know that getting bitten by a Lycanroc doesn't turn you into one of 'em, it just kills ya!

...

(Grayson looks up from the beast he killed, and up over at the stairway leading to the boarded door)

(...can the eight-foot-tall not-really-dovah fit through said stairway)

Group 2

Okay, but it's your funeral, boy! (fires miniature stone footballs out of the machine gun arm at the man and laughs maniacally.)

Group 3

W-why...? I, uh, think someone's in danger?

edited 22nd May '17 4:42:00 PM by josh6243