|
Post by kimcora on Aug 2, 2015 21:19:09 GMT -5
Rosalind's eyes traveled past the white cloth clad being to the altar before her that was lit in candles. A statue of a being towered over her, watching the being bent as if in prayer. She could barely see something shadowy on the altar, something too far for her to really make out. It looked out of place in the serene candle light, just like the person. Suddenly her voice called its attention, reveling a woman that looked aged and worn, almost emaciated. Rosalind tensed at her shout, especially since the tone to it was that of injury, a person in pain. It drew a sadness to her heart that fell into her expression, though she hardly moved closer. Something wasn't right here...and she could feel the hairs standing up on her arms and neck. Suddenly she saw something come over the woman, an almost sad fondness in her look. "My baby--My Lawrence." The words made Rosalind take a step closer, her confusion momentarily showing. Was this woman talking about Antony's father? Or...When she heard metal clatter to the ground Rosalind looked back to him, catching a full sight of his horrified look of shock. She herself looked surprised, especially to hear this woman was his mother. For a moment her heart sank, her mind running through scenarios a million miles a minute. This was his mother--that meant he found some of his family. But, this also meant he found his mother, half starved and rambling in an empty church. He hardly looked happy either. The sound of a scream and then a gross, gurgling spatter made her turn, in time to catch the woman's transformation into a massive horned beast. It roared at her and Antony, its giant paw holding something close as though it was a precious treasure. She moved back when the beast reared, roaring out a screech as it prepared to lunge. She high tailed it back wards, knowing the beast was coming for her and had a good range. She looked up and saw Antony wasn't moving, just standing there with a terrified look on his face. She couldn't fathom what was going on in his mind, but the image of him standing there looking lost in that dark room stirred a fright inside her as well. "Antony move--!" She ran into him, knowing him back and to the ground before his mother--the beast--whatever it was could hit him. The tiles of the floor smashed under her fists, kicking up dust and debris enough to show the hit was powerful. It would have smashed her and no doubt killed her like a bug. She didn't spare time to look at Antony since he was unarmed at the moment. Her first instinct was to protect him, as she tried by drawing her cane. She tried lashing out at the beast, seeing blood pool trickle from it's hand, though she whirled around with incredible speed that shocked Rosalind. She was unable to back pedal out of the way before a claw came at her, catching her shoulder and swatting her to the side like a gnat. "Shit!" She hissed when she hit the floor in a slide, gripped her shoulder a it ached and bled. She however worked herself back up to stand, her cane stiffening into the whip so she could draw her weapon. It was obvious Antony's mother wasn't going to stop attacking, not in this state of frenzy. She...was a monster like the rest. A pain hit her heart at the idea, a sorrow at the idea that had this been Felix--she would have never harmed him. "We don't want to fight--please stop!" She shouted, trying to reason with the thing even though deep in her mind she knew it was futile. She still would feel like a terrible human being for not trying, especially since this was someone Antony knew and loved...
|
|
|
Post by vamperious on Aug 2, 2015 22:42:32 GMT -5
He was frozen, horror struck at the idea that his mother was really there- another victim of this horrible place. His mind was too busy to hear much less use his eyes to see what was going on right then- until he felt some thing ram into him hard throwing him back. Eyes locked on the beast that would be his mother, he felt something hot roll down his face, though when he touched his face- expecting blood he found clear salty tears. Getting to his feet quickly, he looked around, knowing by the weight and how comfortable his fall had been he knew he was unarmed. He glanced about on the floor for his sword finding it by the dogs feet however he wasn't so sure this wasn't a bad nightmare here in this nightmare. It wasn't possible but his mind wouldn't let him think other wise. He heard Rosalind trying to talk to the beast but he knew it was useless. This wasn't his mother any longer- now it was just another beast to kill as they were hunters. He was a little stuck at the moment but he knew this was how he needed to think about this... Antony glanced over at Rosalind knowing she was injured by her tight expression, hopefully she remembered her blood vials. he jumped in front of an attack and used the sheath of this sword for the block and it actually worked- the parry working to his advantage as it stopped the momentum almost before it could accumulate and damage. Rolling he grabbed his sword from the ground by the beasts feet and rolled out of the way again as it swung at him, missing. "Its nothing more then another dog here in hell! Stop trying to reason with it!" He shouted at her more to comfort himself that this wasn't soem one he knew- it was just a beast. He still had soem tears coming from his eyes as he took a few strikes out on the beast however it was breaking his heart to do so, with every strike it felt like he was hitting himself too. he had once prepared himself for this but he had never taken into account the emotional toll this was going to take.
|
|
|
Post by kimcora on Aug 2, 2015 23:49:02 GMT -5
Rosalind tensed when Antony shouted at her, his words sounding hateful to her, but she knew better than to argue. It wasn't her place to argue this. It wasn't her mother and not really her fight. But she wouldn't abandon him in this. Even if this was hitting too close to her, what with images of Felix becoming a beast rushing through her mind. That was her first time seeing someone transform into one of those things, hard feelings for what Antony must have been feeling. He was crying, she could see his tears from the light of the moon pouring in their battle space. She knew he wasn't a sensitive person or at least didn't show it. This was hurting him. She didn't know what this must have felt like, but she was doing her best to handle it well. She nodded and took aim. Bring at the beasts eye. Instead she clipped her ear, getting a response of the beast lunging back. The beast raised her hands above her head then slammed them down in a form that looked awfully like praying. She felt the shock wave knock her down a little, enough so that she use a vial to replenish some of her health. She felt her shoulder mending but her energy was still feeling a bit subpar. She would have to make sure they killed this thing soon if she didn't want to die again. She reached for her cane again but her fingers brushed the papers that Albert had given her. She gave them a once over before running the paper on the cane. Flames burst onto the metal, making the whip look gnarly and dangerous. She gave a bit of a curious look since it seemed now that it might do more damage. She lashed out at the beast and caught it cross the leg with the flames. It screeched and stopped down, trying to swat at the whip to get it away. Seems she didn't like fire...
|
|
|
Post by vamperious on Aug 3, 2015 14:14:36 GMT -5
Antony watched as Rosalind became a bit more resourceful in her fighting methods and move don to more heavy hits while it was distracted. The blood that was getting on his body was sickening to him, more then once wanting to retch but knew if he stopped to do so- he would die. His mother wasn't playing with him- she was there to kill him, her memories gone now. Charging the sword a bit he did an upward slash to her arm and made it hurt- badly since she was suddenly cradling it and moving back. They were doing damage in good amounts and keeping her in too many directions to properly focus- which was a good strategy for this fight. However they both knew this wasn't going to end pretty, and he wanted to end this- Rosalind didn't need this on her mind. The beast was limping and shuffling about the edges and only lashing out with the smaller arm when one of them got close- usually Antony. It was hurt badly and wanted to kill them still- no reason was left to it but kill or be killed. He held out his arm to stop Rosalind after a few moments of picking out the weakness and he knew she would understand that he wanted this kill. It was his mother after all- it was his responsibility. Taking his sword he charged it up just out of range- edging forward- knowing the beast- his mother- would take that moment to attack him. With in a few seconds it was over- his mother's blood all over him- her throat cut as he ahd intended to give her a fast death- he was pleased she died quickly, she wouldn't be suffering much longer. Antony hadn't been expecting what he would respond to this, they survived however he felt sobs trying to take over his body as he looked down at the body of the creature. Tears coming faster he shook his head and did his best to be quite, a hick up or so but nothing too bad. It wasn't bad to morn ones mother's passing- however he moved himself past the body and went to the alter, finding a large beast skull. It was odd looking but it seemed oddly familiar some how- like he knew something that he couldn't see. Reaching forward he touched the skull, hand shaking he made contact before his mind went blank and he heard voices and saw images he didn't know who was- but he did see his father- and his fall...His own wife had killed him to avoid him becoming a beast...and now they were both dead.
|
|
|
Post by kimcora on Aug 3, 2015 16:46:09 GMT -5
Rosalind was careful to stay out of the way of the beast’s claws, the monster's attacks becoming faster and much stronger. She let her eyes wander to Antony when she could between swipes since she knew that this whole situation was screwed up. He was fighting his mother…even if she had become a beast. She could see the blood on him and felt her own stomach churn at the blood on her. They were besting her and it wouldn’t be long before the beast was dead. Rosalind kept telling herself that this was better, that death would be better than the suffering. His mother had been suffering when they found her. She had looked so sick and distraught. Even if it was sick, maybe death would be better than living as this thing. Rosalind felt her arm tremble a bit at the sight of the beast limping from Antony’s strike, her howling only getting more ferocious and harsh. She was backed into a corner now and Rosalind could feel that this was almost over. She went to grab her gun, but Antony stopped her. She looked to him with some concern, but she could only nod and move away when she realized what he wanted. He wanted to finish this. She stood ready to help if needed, but the sight of Antony charging his mother told her that he wouldn’t need it. She looked away when he went for the throat, her mind painting a picture of what happened just by the sound. She looked up and saw his body tremble from crying. She felt her eyes stinging from just watching the heart breaking scene. No child should ever have to kill a parent…She kept quiet, knowing he needed a moment. And a moment it was, since suddenly he headed over to the altar. She went forward, wiping her eyes free of tears as she looked down at the beast that was once a woman. She watched the body dissolve into blood, leaving behind a shiny metal that was coated in blood. She picked it up, looking it over with a curious frown. After cleaning it off on her shirt, she saw that it was a rather large locket. She looked up to see if Antony was paying attention, but found he was still looking at that altar. Seeing she wouldn’t be caught snooping, she opened the locket and found it to be fairly aged pictures of a family. A man was on one side, one that looked reminiscent of an older Antony, a beautiful woman, a little girl and a younger little boy, one who she assumed was Antony. They were a beautiful family…She closed the locket and gave a small sigh, knowing she shouldn’t have snooped but she had to see if this was something useful…It was obvious she needed to get it to Antony of him to do with as he pleased. With a quieter step as to not take away from whatever he was doing, she came up beside him and gave him a touch to his shoulder. “I found this…” she said as she looked around him a the skull that was there. He was touching it and it looked to be gross and decaying…She bit back her disgust and instead tried to think of how to show him her sympathies for his mother’s death. She wasn’t sure how to communicate her feelings well, not with things like this. She never was around sentiment much as a child and this was definitely a moment that would require her to tactful with what she said. “I…I’m sorry for your loss.” She said softly before placing the locket in his hand and moving back, unsure if she should leave him to mourn or to stay there. She was at a loss and that much was very obvious.
|
|
|
Post by vamperious on Aug 3, 2015 21:25:05 GMT -5
When she touched his shoulder he glanced over at her a bit sadly, a feeling of being numb starting to set in as he had learned to let happen here in this hell. Her words were soft and oddly comforting to him. She wasn't as heartless as she was trying to make herself out to be, he already knew this but it was nice to see it. He gave her a nod since smiling wasn't something he could do quite yet. "They are both gone..." He said softly to her, opening the locket and brushing a finger tip over the photo fondly almost, a pain starting to bubble in his chest again. His hand shaking slightly he did his best to not cry again, but it was hard. "My mother Amelia Vicar,and my father Lawrence...they are both past now- they have moved on from this world, they are in a better place." hes aid as he glanced between the puddle of blood and the skill there on the alter- trying to explain little things to Rosalind. He felt himself starting to loose his grip on his emotions and sank to his knees on the floor, sitting back and sitting into his bloodied hands. He needed a moment to cry, any man would, he just killed his mother and learned his own father was dead. Memories were still hitting him freshly and it was hard to keep them suppressed, old times when he was a child with his whole family... The church was cold and he figured Rosalind would have left but would have been grateful if she stayed, he needed soem one there right then.
|
|
|
Post by kimcora on Aug 3, 2015 23:05:24 GMT -5
Rosalind paused when he looked to her, her heart squeezing at how sad he looked. She didn't like seeing other's in pain, but there wasn't much in this situation that she could do to change his hurt. This was a situation that would require something else from him...She froze when he told her that they were both gone. That meant his mother and father were dead. She bit her lip hard watching him shakily caress the picture, mostly to keep her awkward words at bay since she was sure it would come of wrong. She instead listened, trying her hardest not to look saddened as he said that his parents moved on somewhere better. It was a heart wrenching statement, one that made the room around them only feel as though it was thick with a fog of sorrow. The silence was deafening till he fell to his knees, the sound echoing in the church that was void of life beyond them. His tears drew something out of Rosalind she didn't know she had. It was a feeling that she didn't really understand and instead let it push her actions for a moment. Despite feeling she might need to leave, she sat on the floor, pulling her knees close to her as her shoulder touched Antony's. She closed her eyes, a small prayer escaping her lips like a breath, one she had learned from being around the churches in her hometown. It was a prayer of love and loss, one she used while Felix slept, just in case he didn't wake up the next day. When it finished, she opened her eyes and looked at the altar, feeling something inside her festering there. It was a worry and an anger towards this place, the darkness that took two lives and countless others. She wasn't sure what this nightmare really was, but she intended to figure it out. Not just for the sake of Felix's cure, but for others like Antony who didn't deserve to lose more to this place...
|
|
|
Post by vamperious on Aug 3, 2015 23:16:35 GMT -5
He felt the heat form her sitting there by him as he cried. It was actually a soft comfort he was missing, craving since he couldn't understand why his sister got worse. Now the knowledge of his parents passing in such a terrible way, it made him fear for his sister- the only family he had left. For what felt like an hour he finally stopped crying and let out a heavy sigh. he glanced over at Rosalind and nodded to her a small thanks. "I needed that- thanks for now leaving me." she aid quietly as if he spoke too loud he might break. They both shakily rose and went over to the lantern in the middle of the room and went back tot he hunters dream, finding it empty but for the doll, or seemingly. Antony mumbled about taking a nap since his head was fuzzy leaving Rosalind to look around near the church.
((Figured Rosalind could hear Gerham's nightmare about wanting an escape from this hell))
|
|
|
Post by kimcora on Aug 3, 2015 23:53:11 GMT -5
(((Before I finish the post are we talking this?)) www.youtube.com/watch?v=ferXCT8j70ERosalind let Antony cry as he needed it, her eyes shutting to block out the image of that wretched skull and the headless statue pouring something down on them. It all felt so wrong and for a moment she wished she would wake to find herself in bed in her home. Felix would be fine and this all would have been a terrible dream. But the aching in her chest let her know that wasn't the case. When Antony's crying began to ease, she looked to him, her hand at her side and wanting to reach out to him. She kept that from happening for the simple fact of giving him privacy. She blinked when he thanked her, something she hadn't anticipated since she felt she really didn't do anything. She gave him a small smile, though it faded when she had to stand. Her legs felt a bit numb and her ass was hurting from sitting on the cold tile. However she sucked it up and went with him back to the dream. When Antony said he was going to take a nap, she nodded, her eyes on the church where she wanted to go to ask that grumpy old man in the wheelchair a question. She had yet to really speak to him this whole time and now, she wanted to get some answers. "Alright take your time. I'll be at the cathedral. Let me know when you want to head out." She said, before taking the stairs with a bounce in her step since she was impatient about getting to the bottom of just what this old man knew. She made her way into the chapel, her attention going to her surroundings only to find them empty. Her eyes caught sight of an open side door, one to a pretty field of flowers it seemed. She walked along in soft awe, mostly because she needed a distraction like this from the pain she felt earlier...She leant to grab a flower, a smile on her face, but her happy musing over how pretty it was was stopped when a voice disrupted the calm. "Oh Lawrence...Master Willem...somebody, help me!" She tensed, her senses focusing on the area to look for danger. She recognized Antony's father's name spoken from the old tired voice, but nothing else made sense. Nothing was here attacking, no monsters to fight. What was this person so worried over? She walked down the path towards the path, hearing some incoherent sobs before she made it to the source of the noise. Gehrman was in his chair, looking to be sleeping from where she was behind him. She could see his sleep was fitful, to the point he trembled, making his chair rattle slightly. "Unshackle me, please, anybody..." She heard him say and she blinked in confusion. She did;t speak however since he began to speak again, this time more in a sorrowful plea. "I've had enough of this dream....the night blocks all sight..." She didn't understand the last line, but his speaking had ended in favor of those mournful sounds. Unable to deal with his suffering and now curious for answers, she went forward though kept some space from the man. "Gehrman...Are you alright?" She called, unsure of what to say since she hadn't really conversed with the man before. Antony did most if not all the talking....
|
|
|
Post by vamperious on Aug 4, 2015 9:47:32 GMT -5
(( Yes here is a better one for visual-- link )) Antony watched her skip up the steps but he laid down outside- where the weather was always nice here in this dream. He rested his head on the doll's lap, who offered it to him as she sat over him, looking to be resting herself since she was a doll. He was really hurting and it was more then obvious he needed a break from this mess. --------------- Gehrman was having the same night mare where he watched everyone he knew leave him there in this hell- alone and stuck. He however startled away when he heard a hunter asking if he was alright- making him wonder if he had been sleep talking. He gave her a dirty look before straightening up himself in the chair and grumbling a reply. "What now?" He asked not really being rude he was just caught off guard.
|
|
|
Post by kimcora on Aug 4, 2015 23:56:54 GMT -5
The crotchety response earned Gehrman a look that was hardly civil itself. However with a huff, she at least curbed her annoyance from her voice. That was the last time she worried over that old man. Even if she was curious about what he meant by all that mumbling...He had been calling out to Lawrence and some guy named Willem, something about ending a dream. It was a confusing thing to hear, especially since it made no real sense to her yet. "Antony and I just got back from the church...Found Amelia there as a giant monster and Lawrence was a decaying skull. There was no queen there and no cure. Just a nasty surprise I suppose you were privy too with that odd man Alfred... SO, I have a few questions for you." She said as she moved around to look the man in the face, since even with him sitting he was a very tall man and she was a shorter girl. She wasn't sure how to converse with this man, especially since she found he gave Antony such cryptic answers anyways...But she would try her best for his sake and hers. "I come to ask for guidance actually. What is my next step in finding the cure I seek? Antony is...resting and I need a direction to follow. I don't have time to wait...he can understand that." She said, looking briefly conflicted though that was lost to the knowledge that Felix was lying in a doctors office somewhere choking on blood. He needed the cure the church promised her if she came here. Antony would be alright without her for a little bit, especially since he needed time to himself no doubt.
|
|
|
Post by vamperious on Aug 5, 2015 11:49:55 GMT -5
As Rosalind went on about Lawrence being dead and finding Amelia- both of Antony's parents he frowned. He ahd asked that the foreign father keep Antony from the church- his own father had asked him to do so now it seemed it was inevitable. However this could be his way out- his only chance of escape. "You have not ventured far enough to find the pale blood. It is a shame about his parents. I had asked the Father to keep him from that sad fate but It seems it wasn't too be." He said in a kinder tone since he was feeling bad for his old acquaintance. "The queen is in Old Yharnam... Beware of the hunters, they don't take kindly to others there." He told her easily, however he wasn't too sure she should have been going alone. "And take Antony with you...He could use someone there for him where other can not be." He said before turning his wheel chair away from her- obviously done speaking. ------ Antony woke with a start- feeling like he was falling, though he was flat on his back on the short wall. He knew he hadn't been asleep more then a few minutes so, he knew sleep wasn't going to come for him, sitting up he rubbed his face with a cold hadn't and frowned at the ground. He was hoping Rosalind hadn't run off with out him, he didn't want her getting killed. He understood that she was going to give her space since he was having a hard time but he knew he had to put this own feeling aside to help her find her cure.
|
|
|
Post by kimcora on Aug 6, 2015 9:16:40 GMT -5
Rosalind frowned when Gehrman acknowledged he knew of his parent's fate and had even tried to cover it up by enlisting a Father's help. It upset Rosalind for reasons she could understand and some not. How could they keep something like that from him? They left two children not knowing what the hell happened to their parents for how many years? What did they hope to gain from that? She bit her anger back, choosing the high route of listening as Gehrman said she hadn't gone far enough to find the cure and that the Queen was in some place called old Yharnam. She wasn't sure just how far he meant for her to go, but she felt she had fought through enough to warrant finding some clue that this cure wasn't bogus in a city full of the sick. Well at least they had a direction to follow to get Antony's truth he was seeking. Maybe this Queen, real or fake in her royalty, would have the cure or at least more answers for her. She paused when she was warned against leaving Antony behind because of him needing someone. She was unsure why people thought that person should be her...or why the idea of leaving him struck a bit of guilt in her. Rosalind wouldn't do so to be mean. She just wanted to get her answers faster--she wanted to get to them before she lost someone very dear to her next...She shook the thoughts of Amelia's pain from her mind and didn't mind leaving Gehrman without another word since she felt her tongue was caught. She couldn't really think of what to say and thinking hurt at the moment. In all honesty, she wanted a distraction at the moment like Antony was sure to appreciate. She went out of the chapel and down the stairs, catching sight of Antony awake by the doll. "Got your nap in?" She asked, a half smile coming to her lips, one that was slightly practiced since she was trying to dispell some of the gloom. It wouldn't do much but maybe he would be glad to hear there was more they could do. "Gehrman said Old Yharnam is where we should try. Said that lady, queen, whatever is there."
|
|
|
Post by vamperious on Aug 7, 2015 10:10:37 GMT -5
When he heard Rosalind speaking to him he nodded, a sarcastic smile more or less on his lips. "What I could get of one. " He said before standing and listening to her tell him where they were off to next however he paused a little confused. "You want to go to Old Yharnam?" He asked looking skeptical since that was the only place where hunters killed one another to protect the sick- the hunters were the hunted- and he was sure she wouldn't make the cut- however he had once braved it but me was clever and struck a deal t pass threw unharmed by the hunters. "If you are so certain we will go the back way in- the front isn't the most welcoming in site or smell. I know Djura- he will let us pass through- but only if you can run it." He said looking at her more questioning her stamina.
|
|
|
Post by kimcora on Aug 9, 2015 21:31:45 GMT -5
Rosalind knew he wouldn't sleep perfectly but she at least hoped he would have gotten something. She liked that he at least had a smile, sarcastic or not. She frowned when he gave her a confused look about 'wanting' to go to Old Yharnam. Of course, she didn't want to go to any of these dangerous places. Not unless they lead her to what she wanted. Not to mention what Antony needed. He was skeptical of why she would want to go. But didn't he know that answer? Sh listened to what he had to say about where they would go and this Djura that would let them pass. His question of if she could run that made her narrow her eyes some, a smirk on her lips. "I'm a tough girl and I can handle it. Besides that, I only do what I want...especially since this will benefit us both." She said before she tilted her head, her look becoming more serious. "But I would like to know what we are walking into. Gerhman said that the hunters didn't like visitors and you're not making it sound like a walk in the park. What is going on in this Old Yharnam?" She asked since he had been there and she hadn't.
|
|