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Post by kimcora on Jun 3, 2015 22:05:37 GMT -5
Rosalind liked that Antony didn't seem the righteous type and that he was helpful with his knowledge. He was street smart here, that much was obvious by his advice about where they needed to go after this lantern. She tilted her head at it and wondered just why she would need to go back to that weird dream world...hell wasn't this a dream? She shook her head, trying to throw it out of her mind since she needed to just get through this. Survive and get back to Felix. She watched him draw his sword and instantly she tensed, taking out the gun and looking ahead curiously to see if she could see what he was talking about. She didn't find this group on the main road, but she would hardly argue with him. She followed quietly, watching her step on the slick pavement, noticing it smelled of something foul, like death drenched the city. How was it that people could live like this? Was this opposite Yharnam always this dark, even before this sick experiment? She was caught in her thoughts when something made a sick screech that made her pale. She panicked when she saw the massive heap of a bird, her mouth falling open as she backed up against the wall of the alley way to get far back from it. She didn't like birds, hated them for a good reason that she wouldn't go into. They were the last thing she expected she would be fighting here. Antony dealt with them quickly, making her relief show when they were dead. "Gross." She said, as she tried to play off her startled fear that made her react negatively. Usually she could control herself, but not when things jumped at her like that. She peeked ahead, trying to find if any monsters came forward. "How did they not hear that?" She crept forward, her attention on everything around her. She went forward to find that a cluster of things were in view, seeming to be abandoned carriages and household things. "Everyone is infected here?" She asked back, right before a loud smash sent her skittering back to find one of the infected smashing through some boxes. She quickly shot at his head, clipping him below the eye and making the monster wail and move back clutching it's face. She puffed out a breath taking another shot at its forehead and dropping it. She pushed some of her hair away from her face and looked back at Antony. "They are crafty..." She muttered, eyes narrowing as she checked around the corner for another and was happy she didn't find anymore.
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Post by vamperious on Jun 3, 2015 22:12:46 GMT -5
Antony readied himself for when the creature got closer however she shot it well enough away from them, not that he was complaining. "Not so much crafty as they are brutal. Be careful- next time your shot might lure the whole hunting party- try throwing rocks or some other object at one. Get the drop on it instead." He advised to her since the gun had once- when he had opted to use it as a lure- attracted and entire group of hunters over and he was killed quickly. So he adapted to using rocks to throw, light ones that could be found everywhere form the loose cobblestone streets. "Not all are infected here, some are hunters, men of he church or even the Vilebloods, maybe a few other creatures even. Only the citizens are infected honestly, though there was more then one experiment Rosalind. Many things are wrong here.You are just here for a cure remember? No need to help nor cure anyone else but whom ever you came to get it for." He said with a more humored smirk knowing he himself thought that well at least he told himself that in the beginning. However as it went on he discovered so many atrocities that he was disgusted and wanted to help, not that he knew how. He didn't sheath his weapon as he took a few steps from their alley way and glanced at the main road seeing at least five in the clearing- a sniper on the carriage top as well. "Alright, you take the sniper and the two shooters there in the circle, I'm going down to get the one with the shield and the one with the rather large pitch fork. Got it?" He asked wanting to be sure she had the plan before he went out and found himself shot to death- not having any blood viles at the moment.
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Post by kimcora on Jun 10, 2015 20:03:18 GMT -5
Rosalind's eyes widened some at the news that hunters killed him, though she was unsure if he meant infected ones or the people like them. Why would they be trying to kill one another? She shrugged thought off in favor of just taking the advice. She preferred to attack from a distance, keep things far enough away that they couldn't hurt her. She would prefer to have a better gun, something that would definitely do better damage than this old dusty thing, but she would take her loses here and suck it up in favor of surviving any way she could. She watched Antony, talking about the people here that weren't infected, however they seemed more mysterious and dangerous in a way. The false humor in his look made her assume she wanted nothing to do with them and that she was okay with. But to think she had to walk away from this place...to just leave it like this. She knew she owed these people nothing, but she felt a bit wrong about this. To just take a cure and leave...it was not exactly right but what was here? She kept close behind Antony, almost smacking into him when he suddenly stopped to peek around the corner. She leaned over him a little, trying to get a good look at what he was talking about. Snipers? These assholes could aim guns? She gulped at the idea of getting her ass handed to her by getting shot in the face, but she digressed. "Okay, I think I can get close enough, but no promises." She said, since she knew the little gun had very little range. She decided she should go first since she was the one taking care of shooters after all. She crept up, keeping close to the wall as she came to the carriage just on the outskirts of the circle. She was about to take a step forward when she noticed a sleeping infected with a gun on the other side. Holding her breath she moved in on him, bringing the cane back and knocking the creature over the head with it. The thing slumped after a few hits, making her sigh some and move to get somewhere a bit darker to really get an eye on the other two shooters. They looked lanky and easy to take care of, that is if you could get close. She decided to take a page from Antony's book and grabbed a cobble stone from the street, angling it from the stairs she was crouched behind. She gave it a toss, pegging one of the gunmen in the side of the head. He miss fired in the heat of the moment, the noise drawing the attention of the other infected that looked around making noise while looking for what to kill next. Rosalind made a small noise of glee, only to have the other gunman spot her and instantly take aim. She dove behind the stairs when a shot rang out, kicking up cement dust where the high caliber round hit. She hissed between her teeth a small curse, hearing another shot ring out when the other shooter got on point with the other. She tried to time it just right, waiting till she heard another shot before she dove for the next safe area forward, a flipped over coach. She heard a bullet smash a window and the sound of footsteps coming her way. She knew Antony could take care of the walking ones, she just didn't want to end up a pin cushion for the big guy with the pointy pitch form or look like cheese from bullet holes.
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Post by vamperious on Jun 10, 2015 21:50:51 GMT -5
With a nod, he let her slip past him and watched as she made it to the stairs before he crept out and glanced over the railing from a shadowed area, avoiding the attention of the infected.Watching as she was going to get herself into trouble he frowned, she had thrown the rock at the innermost gunmen- drawing all the attention of all five beasts. He dropped over the edge there behind her, sword at the ready as he waited near an upright carriage with a long shadow. His long black cloak making it easier to blend in the shadows to the dog like creatures.As he saw one of his own targets take a step around the carriage he smiled. Antony had an idea however he was lacking any mazeltovs. He decided to lure it back farther from the group however- knowing it was easily taken care of- he could have taken this whole group out by now already, but then Rosalind wouldn't learn. He waited a second longer then whistled, the creatures' head bobbing up to look his way- completely ignoring Rosalind now, its attention on him. After a few steps it didn't seem to find anything so it turned around to go back to the large warm fire it wanted to warm its fur by however its' eyes caught something- a hunter! It was about to call out that they had found something to kill, however it felt a sharp pain in its gut- looking down to find a large sword threw it, it gave a grunt then fell to the ground in a slouch feeling its life force leaving quickly as it spread across the ground. Antony's sword glowed a few seconds- collecting the souls from the creature since all creatures here had an equivalent soul to a number for later. He would explain that later perhaps to Rosalind since it was slightly complicated. He gave her a nod to let her know she could go for another shot, since they seemed to have forgotten about them again. "They have a very short attention span." He whispered as he crouched next to her behind the flipped carriage.
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Post by kimcora on Jun 10, 2015 22:46:55 GMT -5
Rosalind's stomach churned when she heard someone getting closer followed by another shot in her direction. She muttered a small string of motivation, wondering if she could take this guy on by herself when he rounded the carriage. She was happy she didn't have to when she got a load of the weapon he was carrying, mostly because a sharp whistle distracted the monster. She quickly reached for her gun, but remembering what Antony said made her stop. She didn't want to draw the others over there after all. She bit her lip hard, working the cane out to get ready for a fight when the thing started to turn around. When it spotted her and made to shout the others over, Rosalind flinched, expecting this to end badly. She was pleasantly surprised to find he was stopped by Antony running it through with his sword, something that should have been sick to her, but at the moment it felt like sweet relief. When he crouched next to her, she gave a him a breathless nod of thanks, before she peeked up over the carriage. All was quiet and as he said the infected milled about as if nothing happened. "Well it hasn't slowed their reflexes really. Those snipers are good shots. I can get the one closest to me. But the other takes around a 6 count before he shoots. Think you can get in and cause a bit of scene and get to cover?" She asked, checking her gun quickly before grabbing the cane. "Okay. I wish you luck." She winked at him before she slipped around the fallen carriage. She moved up the stairs and into a small alcoved area, watching the sniper fiddle with its gun. She quickly whipped out the chain, allowing it to grab hold of of the sniper by the torso. She yanked him back and went to town ending it before moving very far away from the body. However, the other sniper caught sign of movement and fired at her. The bulled grazed her shoulder, drawing a grunt from her that was a muffled shout. She hit the deck and made her way towards the other side, hoping Antony had some strength to take out a few of these guys so she would have a clear ability to strike at the sniper.
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Post by vamperious on Jun 10, 2015 23:24:07 GMT -5
He nodded as she moved around the carriage and to her place, he knew what to do, he just hoped she did well with the job she had been given. he waited till he heard the shot, not knowing whose it belonged to but he was willing to take a change and charged out drawing instant attention from the rest of the group who began screaming 'Away!' at him like he were plagued creature. Sword swinging a bit he got closer to the large one with a pitch fork as he thrust it at him, he dodged it easily by side stepping and jumping over a barrel that was long broken. Taking a few quick steps he turned quickly bringing the sword around with him, adding momentum and sliced the creature in half easily, a shot however drew his attention as he missed- thankfully- in his direction. "Hurry up with that one!" He called out to Rosalind since he was a little put off about vials- she needed to learn this- however getting her killed right now wouldn't be good. He took another running step towards the dog creature with a shield but it batted him off, knocking him back a step or so. "Away! Away!" It shouted at him, its breath rather rank, he gagged a moment. Shaking his head, he shook that momentary shock of the senses off and brought his sword down to its first stage- smaller and faster as he cut it behind its' knees and knocked it over before quickly slicing off the arm and doing away with its shield- then its head. The gurgle let him know it was dead, glancing up however he ducked quickly not having seen this other creature there- seemingly in the shadows it seemed. Antony wasn't fast enough it seemed however and he was caught in the side- a gaping hole there- he could feel the rust and the grim on his skin- it burned his flesh, the air stinging the wound. Taking his sword swinging it to his back and attaching its second stage he halved the beast and groaned as he was forced to kneel from the pain of the wound. He began pilfering the corpse for some form of a vial- finding four on the one that took a good chunk of his side. He jabbed all four into his leg, a sigh of relief left him as it seemed the wound hadn't happened. His side healing almost instantly and he felt better- not contaminated or dying, the cold grip of death that was oddly familiar here. he went to the other bodies there that he ahd fell and looted about seven more vials from them with a smile, he could split these with her so she might live longer perhaps. Learning the lesson of eternal death was a hard one to learn so hopefully he could help her avoid that. He took a seat there by the fire a moment to catch his breath as he waited to Rosalind to join him down on the street to ask her how she felt she did.
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Post by kimcora on Jun 13, 2015 23:45:48 GMT -5
Rosalind slipped out of a side area, following the stairs down behind a burning mass that looked eerily like a scarecrow. The smoke kept her out of direct sight of the sniper, but not enough to prevent a few poorly placed shots to ping off the stone near her. She rolled her injured shoulder and had to bite down hard to ignore how much it hurt. This had been the first time she was shot and she was more than positive that there was something rancid on that bullet with the way the skin discolored around the scorched wound. She would treat it later, once she got Antony covered. She was about on the stairs when she heard a snarl from her left. Her head snapped in the direction with enough time to catch sight a mangey, half rotted looking dog crawling out from under a bit of rubble, looking ferocious and ready to tear into her. She had dealt with alley dogs before as a child, but this thing was freakier and very off putting with pieces of muscle and gore hanging off of its emaciated frame. It lunged without much warning, giving her time to stumble out of the way and just barely miss the attack. She spun around, grabbing the cane in an attempt to kill the thing with the razors. However, the dog was already going at her again with only enough time for her to deflect with the cane itself. The dog latched onto the cane with its snapping jaws, its front claws trying to reach past the cane to get at her while its hind legs clawed the air, catching her in places. Its weight and wriggling was offsetting her balance, making it hard for her to keep standing. She hissed when a claw caught her leg and tore open a nice gash, the pain fueling her to try and get the thing to the ground. She felt its weight struggling against her, the cane giving a creak that was not very reassuring at the force. She could tell her grip was slipping and soon the dog was going to have an opportunity at her vitals. However, a shot rang out, catching the dog in the side of the head and spattering Rosalind's face with matter from its skull. The creature slumped to the ground, showing her that within inches that bullet would have hit her if the dog hadn't been there. Assuming that was the cue that the sniper had sight of her again, she hurried to the first set of stairs she could find. Another shot hit the pavement near her feet, this time giving her time to get over to the creature that was reloading. In a show of some grace, despite her hampered running from the pain in her leg. She lashed out, catching the creature with the cane's bladed whip and dropping it. She puffed out a breath, moving over to a door frame to get out of the fray a moment since things seemed clear on her end and she knew Antony could handle himself. She sat down gingerly on the stairs, hissing between her teeth at the way her body ached from the maltreatment. She felt the taxing affects of all the running and getting knocked around, knowing her body wasn't used to this kind of torment. She took one of the blood vials that Antony handed her earlier, looking it over a moment before doing what she knew she would have to to heal. With some force she shattered the vial on her shoulder, letting out a bit of a cry at the initial pain of the impact before a strange bubbling warmth sunk into her skin. She looked and found her shoulder mended, as if nothing were there. Her eyes went to her leg and she found it to had melted away, almost as if nothing had happened. She tried moving it and only found the strain of loss of stamina, much to her relief. She managed to motivate herself to get up off her perch and made her way to the side of the walkway, finding Antony sitting by the fire with a calmness that was almost unsettling to her. Then again, how else did she expect him to act after surviving time in this place? She slid down the side of the carriage the sniper had been standing on, lightly jogging over to him with a smirk that hinted a bit at her more playful nature. "Worn out already? Wasn't this just a warm up for you?" She asked, the tone joking and not trying to be rude. She just found that the situation was too tense and quiet for her liking.
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Post by vamperious on Jun 14, 2015 8:53:10 GMT -5
Antony looked over at her as she came forward to him with teasing words. She was one to talk, he was fine simply was waiting on her in the quiet areas full of dead bodies by the fire- it was safe there for now. "A warm up indeed. I'm a little out of practice- its been a few years since I've been here. Never mind me, here are some vials for you- out of the fray we got some blood vials- they always come in handy." he said as he passed her four of them, leaving himself with three since he ahd already rightly used four himself to heal the damage the spear had done on its' critical hit. He stood up and readjusted his weapon harness as he looked about at the silence. "I think you got most of the practice here- next time however draw from the edges of the enemy pool- it will cause less problems. You won't always have me around you know." he said with a smirk to her letting her know he was there to help her but not to her cure- that was going to be her own personal struggle- he was there for a truth in things- meaning he could help her before he went off. "Oh and when you feel ready to show me your skills- let me know. I have something to bring you to." he said with a smile thinking of the boss in the district they were in. When he first stumbled on it it had terrified him beyond words. He had learned to really hone his skills after that just to kill the beast. Antony began moving down the street- swinging his sword twice down on a creature who was sitting on a step seemingly sleeping. It gurgled and slumped over before Antony smiled and offered Rosalind to go up first since he found it funny- since she hadn't responded well to the birds earlier- he wanted her to get over her fears so shew as walking into a small murder of crows- three at most- nothing she couldn't handle.
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Post by kimcora on Jun 14, 2015 21:51:05 GMT -5
Rosalind took the vials and made an interested face, since she was happy to see more of these since they did an amazing job of healing. She realized it would be important to use them sparingly, especially since she was sure more injury was bound to come. She shoved them into her side bag before using her sleeve to clean up her face again, realizing she probably looked like a mess, kind of like his side was tattered from an obvious prior injury. Her eyes looked him over and tried to search for further injury, realizing she had been staring at him a bit too much when he spoke again. She looked up at his face when he gave her advice and then warned that she was eventually going to be on her own. She raised a brow at him, her lips pursing as she thought about that. "Really? I see...It will be awfully lonely around here..." She said as she walked with him over to the stairs, her attention going to the area ahead of her. He said something about skill and having something to bring her, making her lips twitch. "So. I take it this won't be a happy surprise." She said as she followed him to where he killed a creature before offering her to go first up the stairs. She looked over her shoulder, her attention on his face. "You know, you look pretty cocky when you smirk. Makes me think you know something I don't." She was walking along but paused when she heard a croak that made her body go rigid. Feathers fluttered up and she skittered back. She made a disgusted face, her hand instantly going for her cane. She gave Antony a glare but it was cut short when she had to dodge a crow flapping at her. "Screw you! You knew these gross things were up here didn't you!" She snapped, kicking at one of the birds, only to have it's beak clamp down on her foot, making her hiss and flail to get it off as she smacked it with the cane to get it to turn loose. When it did, she darted back, her body trembling a bit as she actually took up a stance slightly behind Antony. "Don't just stand there. Kill it, them--uggh." She felt her body tremble at the revolt she felt for the creatures.
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Post by vamperious on Jun 14, 2015 23:23:18 GMT -5
Antony couldn't help the smile when she commented about his smirk. laughing when she cussed at him over the infected birds he watched her try to handle the birds only to realize she had no intention of killing them- but escaping. She moved herself behind him making his face go a bit slack from the smile he had before. "You do realize that there will always be birds here and I won't be here to kill them all the time...you understand this right?" He asked her wanting her to understand that he was trying to help her but it seemed she was too scared of mere birds, but then again he had a slight fear but it was more of a hatred of dogs from this place. With a heavy sigh he took his sword and slashed down in four easy sweeps they were dead. He turned to look at her, his face rather emotionless as he looked her over. She looked scared and out of place- though she needed to over come that or she was going to die a lot. "You will meet me on the other side of this clearing...Get to me in one piece- then we continue on. You can't get stronger if you don't fight Rosalind- take that advice if any." he said as he jumped over the railing easily landing on some crates, crushing them. He glanced back up at her and gave her a hard eyed look. "No matter what,You are to make your own way thew this clearing- You can call for my aid but I won't lend it- not till you show me you are willing to actually fight and face your fears. Hunter Rosalind." He knew what was in that clearing as well, a large giant- but if she was smart she would avoid it, since it was out of the way- however there was a villager, and a dog or so- nothing overly hard to kill. he sheathed his weapon and took off at a sprint threw the area more about the edges only to edged in a battle- unhappily it was the large giant- whom was once banging on the doors there under the bridge but it seemed it was out to play and he was on the menu. It swung its dull blade about at him, and stumbled a lot, he simply took a lot of power strikes at the creature- knocking it off balance by slashing it behind its fat knees and having it hit the hard ground. He took its head before it was able to get up and he was more revealed that it picked him then her but she could have benefited from that fight more then himself. He continued on being more quiet this time waiting for a hound to pass before he slipped by waiting by the gate there out of sight of the creatures waiting for Rosalind- if she died she would come back and have to continuously struggle to get to him- he wasn't going to help if she wasn't willing to help herself first.
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Post by kimcora on Jun 16, 2015 23:19:52 GMT -5
Rosalind paled as she watched the things die, her body actually revolting at the mere thought that the birds got near her. She hated crows, hated them with passion, from their oily feathers to their glassy, beady eyes. She stared at the corpse a moment, her stomach churning at the sight of blood oozing from it as it disintegrated into a bubbling heap. She felt like she might be sick, but kept it in since she didn't need a second reason for Antony to look down on her. She wasn't ashamed of her disdain and fear of them, mostly because who wouldn't be afraid of the rats with wings that were like a beacon of the hopelessness that an orphan was left in. She got to watch friends die of sickness, injury and accidents, only to have those disgusting little monsters pick them apart before the body was even cold. It was not a pretty sight, scarring enough that she refused to have anything to do with them. She wouldn't explain that to a soul, not even Felix and she wouldn't justify it here for this nightmare either. She was pulled from her petrified fear when Antony spoke up, telling her he wouldn't be there to take care of the crows for her. She passed him a look that was briefly a bit far off before it hardened into something a bit colder. She didn't like the hard eyed look he gave her or that he was now running off to teach her a lesson in survival here. That wasn't the point of all this right? She just wanted her cure and to leave. She didn't need him patronizing her about how to survive in this hell hole when it seemed survival was just a fleeting thought, at least till the next big thing decided to bash your skull on the pavement... She let out a breath, her head bobbing in a nod since she knew she was being unfair to him and needed to calm down and just do this. He was trying to help perhaps...And that was all she could really ask for. She watched him make quick work of the giant lug, her mouth falling open some at the display because of the sheer size difference. She didn't like the idea of taking on something twice her size, mostly since she was already sure that she couldn't take on the ones her size to begin with. "Make it across the clearing he say--fight Rosalind he says--how the hell am I supposed to fight everything here on my own?" She muttered under her breath, moving further with was steps that were practically the tread of a very wary woman. Laughter broke the quiet when she got close to one of the houses, something that made her have to pause and blink to make sure that was what she was hearing. When she was sure it was people talking and laughter, she made her way over to the door. She swallowed hard, before knocking, curious to see what was behind the door of someone who didn't appear to be infected. "Excuse me...I-I am a bit lost and I was wondering if you knew a shortcut around this plaza--" She called out but was interrupted by a rather snotty scoff. "Must be new around here. Dreadful thing. Those new hunters are always trouble..." A woman said rather loudly before another woman giggled though it sounded vindictive. "It's not our fault she is running about on the night of the hunt." "Maybe if they did their jobs properly we wouldn't be in this mess. Lazy." The women fell into laughter again that was just as boisterous and loud as before, making Rosalind's fists clench at her sides to keep from ripping the door off its hinges. What the hell was wrong with this place? She moved away from the door and marched towards a stair way that lead down to where the dead giant lay. She heard cawing nearby and darted in the other direction, being still in the shadows for a moment to check her surroundings. The cawing thankfully got fainter, but there was the sound of footfall echoing off the stone. She caught sight of a creatures, walking with one of those mangey mutts. There seemed to be only a pair of each, something that was less than relieving since she didn't like up close and personal with these things and had only really ever dealt with one on one with them. She took in a breath before heading out from her cover and over to a nearby wall. She sunk a little to avoid detection, but the dogs nose seemed to pick up on someone being nearby. She saw its rotted lips pull back into a grisly snarl and instantly she felt along the ground. She was surprised to find a bottle, probably of some old wine brand. She peaked around her coverage, finding an open alley area that if she was careful and threw the bottle hard enough it would draw the dog away. She took in a deep breath, her hand tightening on the bottle before she turned and threw it. The shatter did as expected, making the dog go after it in a snarling fit. The creature with the dog looked confused, well as confused as it could look, staring after the dog intently. Seeing this as an opportunity, she got to her feet darting into the small area. She lashed out at the creature there, catching it off guard with a well placed double hit with the cane. The creature dropped, only to reveal another lumbering over to her quite quickly. Surprised by the speed, she dodged back, using her momentum to throw herself out of the way. She hit the ground in a roll, scraping herself up a little in an attempt to avoid the hit. However, a quick survey of her surroundings found that there was no where to hide really from this creature with a rather large cleaver, but there was also the sound of a distant howling that she didn't like one bit. She saw the creature fixate on her again, readying another attack at her that was more forceful than the last. She tried to dodge, narrowly missing the next swing but only by a hair. Trying to think quick, she slid out of the way of another attack and darted for the stairs back the way she came. The creature caught on before she did, flailing out with the cleaver. The blade hit her back, creating a large gash and knocking her face first onto the ground. She scrambled sorely to get to her feet, her nose bleeding from the impact with the cobble stone. She felt light headed and disoriented, probably from the force of the impact on her head. She worked her way onto her back despite the pain, reaching for her gun and quickly taking aim at a pitching image of the creature. She took a shot that seemed to clip something since the creature moved back and away from her. From fatigue and obvious pain, her body went shaky and then limp, leaving her in a pool of blood as her mind reeled over how to handle this. She had to kill this creature and...where was the dog? Her question was answered by a growl from somewhere near her, followed by the rotted face of the dog entering her vision above her. It growled menacingly before lashing out at her, swallowing everything in red and pain before a bright light filled her vision.... A death and finally a victory later, Rosalind marched her way out of the small area, her eyes searching with a glare for Antony. She made her way to a set of stairs, climbing them despite her unease at hearing howls beyond them. She stopped at the top of the stairs, her eyes scanning the bridge she happened on in time to find a pair of large werewolves. She balked at the sight, her heart dropping to her stomach. "Nope, aint no way in hell I'm surviving that." She said to herself, backing off and deciding to look for another way. She already dealt with the painful and very real experience of dying and then waking up alive again....it was...wierd and she wasn't sure how to process it beyond simple acceptance at this point. A small fear crept into her mind that maybe she was really dead...that maybe this dream was all some kind of hell for the things she had done. How else did she explain dying and then coming back? She sunk to the ground by the post, breathing hard into her hands as a panic set in and she was having trouble focusing. She knew she needed to get on her feet and out of here, but she didn't have direction or a way to go. She just had some convoluted purpose that she wasn't even sure was even attainable at this point. She shook off that thought. No, she had to have hope for a cure. It was the only thing that would keep him alive and she wouldn't lose that. Not now or ever.
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Post by vamperious on Jun 17, 2015 16:03:19 GMT -5
Antony was getting a little tired of waiting, having killed few things that had wandered his direction to pass the time. He hadn't heard anything or seen her yet- he figured that this part of the stair was obvious once you rounded the building but it was obvious with Rosalind not being there that she didn't know to come round the building. With a sigh he straightened his sword holster and ventured out to find her, looking a few times in darker places to see if she was creeping about in a more stealthy manor but it seemed she wasn't. He ended up clearing the entire clearing himself again- minus the giant with the cleaver- seemingly Rosalind had gotten killed a time or so- finding large patches of blood in a place or so. Head jerking in the direction of the great bridge that lead to the healing church- he heard a roar, making him smirk. 'Ludwig must be cranky tonight.' he thought with a shake of his head as he remembered his father telling them stories or great hunters from the past who disappeared though he learned a few things. Heading in that direction to see if he could at least catch sigh of a body to see if he were going in the right direction to find Rosalind he found her sitting on the gross ground, there by the light post, looking stubborn yet miserable. He gave a slight frown at this and decided to speak, but not on her current state. "I said to meet me on the the other side not venture off with out me...You weren't on the great bridge yet were you?" He asked her wanting to know if she ahd been the one to anger Ludwig this evening. usually he was silent patiently waiting to kill what ever came near the gate but he was making noise meaning some one was there- thankfully it wasn't Rosalind.
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Post by kimcora on Jun 18, 2015 21:07:24 GMT -5
The roar made her jump, burying her face in her hands as she braced herself for something to swoop down and kill her. When nothing came, she breathed out though she tensed when she heard a voice above her. Rosalind looked up from he hands, her eyes narrowing at him. "I was taking a breather. My head is a little foggy. It'll do that when your head is ripped off by a dog." She said though her tone was soft and not snippy as she wanted it to be. She was angry with him for leaving her like that, but she knew that he had a point to it. She just didn't like being alone in this weird, scary and dangerous place. She got to her feet, looking over her shoulder at the bridge where she knew the wolves were. "Honestly I got a bit turned around and then I saw those things...They're massive beasts." She said, a small paleness coming to her at remembering the flash of their faces and sheer size comparrison of the werewolves. She offered him a look before she moved a little down the stairs. "We aren't taking those things on yet, right?" She asked, since she was sure she would get her ass handed to her since it took her two tries just to kill the creatures and their dogs...
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Post by vamperious on Jun 19, 2015 1:11:07 GMT -5
At her comment he nodded knowing she had gotten over whelmed in an instant. "I see you died- well more passed out in a painful manner. There is no such thing as death in this hell- only trial and error. No those beasts are for a bit later- you have some work to do first. You and I will be killing the same creatures...well its so get more blood echos- then we will go and get you stronger upgrades- I might even upgrade your weapon if you ask nicely." he said adding a small incentive for her. ----------- They did a lot of work- him working the harder creatures HP down low for her to take the last few hits- getting its echos- things went pretty quickly for them, finally getting back to the Hunter' dream after a few hours he relaxed on the small wall there by the doll who was now standing up waiting for them with a smile on her sad, pretty face. "I'm sure you were already introduced to the doll, When you were killed last time anyhow. One less thing to explain thankfully. " He said as he told her about how to improve herself a bit with what the doll offered her, letting her a bit more power, to help her fair better. After that mess he relaxed, laying down on the wall there by the doll, her sitting down and looking at him asking him what he desired and he shook his head. "I desire a better truth then what reality has given me..." He said quietly not sure if Rosalind heard or not but it didn't matter- she didnt care. "I can't give you what you ask." The doll replied simply to him, giving him her sad look that said she wished she could do more for him.He sighed heavily before shaking his head. "Its alright. That is why I came back, to perhaps free you as I have tried to free her." he said referring to his sister since he often spoke to the doll about her, not that he thought she cared- having dealt with many hunters. To his surprise however the doll spoke like she remembered and spoke with him on things before. "She will become something greater- speak with the Queen of Pthumerian-Yharnam will show you the way to great ones." She spoke softly to him with a smile as she brushed some hair from his face looking like a doting sister. Antony looked confused, not knowing of any queen- much less of a speaking city. "A city is made of stones- it can't speak- I know of no queen either- this place is inhabited by beasts..." He responded expecting more from her but she simply nodded and smiled, before changing her focus up the stairs. "I told you to go home already Lawrence." Said Gehrmen in an agitated sounding voice. Antony sat up and glared at the wheel chair bound man. "You said I could stay if I helped- I'm helping, if you would just tell me things would go much faster." he said, getting a humored look from the man. "Your father was the same way. Give me- Give me- Give me. Always taking and hounding after things- never waiting to see what he did. There are those who regret him as a Yahrnamite- others who followed him- many in fact- all ended up as he has. You must go and understand your mistake by coming here- I gave you the deal once- Whats to say I give you another of such promise and standard?"Gehrman said in such a way it sounded like it was all Antony's fault that things were as they were. As he spoke his glare grew at the older hunter. "Gehrman- watch your words. I don't need your two faced deals. If you won't tell me what I desire I will just go ask your filthy church. I'm sure some one knows who this Queen of Pthumerian is." he said in a more relative tone to the man, wanting nothing more then to wound him. "Ask all you want- none will answer your call." he said simply before turning his chair about and going back inside like he was finished speaking with the hunters. Antony stood up and with a glare went to the stones before glancing at Rosalind hoping she didn't ask him what that mess was about. She wouldn't understand much less know why he was being called a different name. "Come along breaks over- its time to go grind a bit more- your not powerful enough to confront the bridge." he stated in a bit of a hostile way but it wasn't directed at her honestly.
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Post by kimcora on Jun 19, 2015 22:52:30 GMT -5
Rosalind gave a huff and got up, realizing that she had little choice since she didn't want him running off again and leaving her. She followed obediently to the place to fight more creatures, finding that even though she was feeling fatigued, she was getting somewhat better. When they finally had enough blood echoes to leave after clearing the last area on his mental list, they went to the Hunter's Dream to see the doll. She listened to his explanations of how to work this thing, finding it rather interesting to hear that she could improve like this instead of through just straight up practice. After upgrading some of her things, she felt almost lighter, somewhat reinvigorated in the sense she didn't feel grimy and tired. She sat on the stairs near Antony and the doll, playing with her gun and watching the odd relationship he had with this doll. She was rather surprised to see him letting that odd thing close, especially talking to it as though talking to an old friend or something. How long had Antony been here before? She was about to ask a question when she heard him say something odd about the truth and something about reality denying it to him. She cocked her head, her brows furrowing. Just what did that mean? Was this that truth he was seeking? With more questions popping up than she ever liked having, she tried to speak up but of course was interrupted by weird wheel chair man getting snippy with Antony--or Lawrence? She blinked at the exchange and looked between the two like a cat watching a ping pong match. She paused when Gerhman mentioned his father being here, news that made her eyes widen some. So his father was a hunter? The bit about seeking information from a Queen and finally Gehrman's forbidding reply made her stomach churn. She winced a bit at his harsh tone towards her, knowing it wasn't necessarily meant for her but the situation. She gave him a sideways look before nodding. "Okay, but first...what was that back there?" She asked her brows furrowing some, knowing she probably shouldn't be prying but she was generally a curious person and too talkative not to voice her mind. She cleared her throat figuring that was rude in his bad mood and decided to back track. "Well, you don't have to answer that. Sorry I asked. I just--well I noticed you weren't okay with what he had to say..." She said stammering a bit, mostly because she never had worried before about explaining herself, but she was trying here to get along with the person that was helping her out.
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