Bloodborne : Trial and Error

[vamperious]

"What Ever happens...
You may think of it all
a mere bad dream..."

  Said the sordid man before he placed the needle in his arm again, getting some sort of sick humor out of this mess. He knew where he was going-having done so before for a similar reason though that was before they changed the rules it seemed...He was going to the place of Nightmares- Where it was always the Night of the Hunt...Dark Yharnam...Hell...

Eyesight blurry, the feeling of nostalgia in this sick place spread through Antony as he sat up- careful of his surroundings. It was oddly quiet around making him uneasy- pressing him to get up all the faster. When he first arrived he would have thought it a good thing, now it was dangerous. Looking about with Blue eyes that caught what little light there, he saw he was in a familiar place, making his gut clench a bit. He was in the first floor sick room of the Orphanage. This place was terrible place, it once took children in then it used them as experiments- making him feel sick just thinking of the fate of the poor children had to have endured here. 
Many hunters' never made it out of the sick house, getting slaughtered before they even get a chance often enough. He had been lucky to have someone looking over him for some odd reason but he was grateful, though this time the room was empty and silent. Before he placed his feet on the floor he made a plan to get out of this repulsive building quickly, needing a weapon, it seemed as his eyes scanned the room. He hadn't felt a weapon on his back meaning it must have been back at the Sanctuary, the Hunters' Dream that is. A metal pipe sparked his attention as he stood and retrieved it, before heading to the door. Noting all the blood that was around, he had to take a guess someone in the next room had bleed out- hell in every room that happened some were just lucky enough to be in that small window of time to get out alive. Opening the door quietly,stepping lightly as he moved around a corner and saw  an unfortunate hunter who hadn't made it. A creature large in stature and sheet size, long teeth and claws, hair all over- he knew this creature and loathed it more then anything. It was a werewolf, its' dark fur covered in blood as it enjoyed its meal and competently ignored him.
A steady breath left him before he charged forward and swung the bar at the creature's leg. It turned its' nasty head, mouth a snarl to him, making his stomach flip at there mere smell of it- much less its breath.He swung the bar again before dodging back know it had its' full attention now. Claws and fangs flashing in the little light there, he did his best to bat it off. The bar was beginning to bend a bit under the weight of the blows. Making a rash decision he dodged left, the creature colliding with a massive shelf of books- turning slowly towards him, as if stunned. He however rammed the bar through it's skull, making it growl and give a high pitched squeal before it fell over dead. 
Much to his relief a familiar sight sprung from the wooden floor boards, covered in gore yet the little pale messengers didn't seem to mind as they gathered about the lantern. "Hello again." He mused to himself as he knelt by the lantern, feeling the blood, cold and soaking his pants. He reached out and touched the light, feeling a sense of sinking as he was taken to a safer place...

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Upon arriving, he couldn't help but smile in seeing that the place was untouched by the outside. Looking about it was the same, down to the cracked church windows, the smell of nature mixed with books, dust and blood. To his right were the tombstones with the messengers there- those were used to traveling. Odd to him but it was how this 'dream' worked. Every time like going to ones death. Glancing right he saw the fountain with more messengers, seemingly bathing but simply they were waiting. Antony didn't know if he had to restart in this mess since he was last here he was more or less beheaded by a man he had grown to know better, Gerhman. The man had promised him the dream would end and he had his own little cure to go with him, never wanting to return here. However Antony was back and not exactly pleased he had to go through hell for a fake cure, he wasn't overly pleased so he was sure to have a word with Gerhman. Feeling a little anxious to get started again, he took a few steps but stopped before the steps. To his right was the doll, Her eerie beauty not having faded in the slightest, though he knew she was a doll or a puppet- the strings being pulled and manipulated by someone else. She only ever asked what one desired but couldn't help them,it was creepy at first before he got accustomed to it, even Gerhman was leery of the doll. The dull lifeless look on the doll's face made him think of his sister, Genevieve. Her current state that he left her in to help her, he felt pained a movement to think of it. Standing there he seemed to be spaced out as he looked at the doll with the dark beauty but he was really wrapped up in his own dark thoughts.  

...Sitting by his sisters' hospital bed he vowed to bring her a cure, long ago...A soft smile on his sisters' face as she told him it was fine and not put himself in danger, however knew he was going to for her health. He almost wished he had heeded her words long before then, instead he left her in a new place this time- hopeful to return, if she even remembered him. He left her this time, muttering dark things, whispering things he knew nothing of. Speaking of a dark world, things not known to others here, but he knew them- they belonged in the dark nightmare he knew existed, his sister however never made it there- how did she know of some of these things?...

He left that thought for another time as he shook his head, taking a breath to focus himself, turning back to the steps taking a few of them only to stop as some messengers came forth and presented his old weapon to him. The large sword with a sheath that was massive and devastating in power and damage. With a smile he pulled Ludwig's Holy Sword from the messengers and put it on, the harness fitting as though he had only taken it off a moment. It felt familiar and comfortable oddly but he knew that was a good thing here in Yharnam. Taking a few more steps they presented him with a gun, not that he wanted it. He took it anyhow but when he went inside he put it on a stack of books never finding a use in it, so he was going to leave it there. Looking about he saw everything was like it was, however it seemed the old man was in, still the same old man, Gerhman looked over at him, a more suprised look on his old face, but it wasn't too happy looking. "Gerhman, its good to see you again. How have things been?" He asked in an almost mock cheery voice, getting a stern frown from the man in the wheel chair before him. "You shouldn't have come back Laurence." That got a frown of his own, not liking to be called his first name. "Its Antony, and I had little choice. You lied you seedy old bastard you and your church." He said in a harsh tone getting a pursed look from the man. "We did no such thing, you simply did as you saw fit, with closed ears. Now come here so I can send you back, you need not be here." He said practically telling him he wasn't going to let him be in the hunters' dream much longer. "Your kidding? I came all this way and signed a new contract just to get the truth- you can't possibly be thinking of sending me back when I haven't achieved what I have come to-" he began to speak his case to the man but he simply shook his head. "You don't listen well do you boy. you were here once before, what other one do you think to find here?" he asked him simply making him think carefully. "If none is to be found, then I want the truth of things so I can put my sister to peace with a clear conscious." he said in a serious tone since his family was very serious to him. The air was still tense the silence lasting a good few moments as they thought carefully over their thoughts, when a book fell off a pile- both turning to see who was there since most the time when in the Hunter's sanctuary- it was just the two and the doll...  

[kimcora]

The sun was hot on Rosaline's back as she moved with some effort through the streets, trying to support the weight of a man that had passed out on her shoulder. People have her a few odd looks, but none that were too intrusive. After all, Yharnam was known for its special cures and it's healing elders. It wasn't uncommon to see a traveler caring for a loved one as they went to find cures. She moved with some grace towards an inn her teeth gritting at the expense of energy she was having to exert hauling him.
"Damn it Felix, you lard!" She grumbled through gritted teeth, tossing her eyes skyward to see that it was still high-day meaning she wouldn't miss the opportunity to see a doctor. She had been traveling for days now with Felix, the pair catching rides from merchants and other travelers headed to other destinations. Their last stop had them walking to the rest of the way. With the heat and humidity, Felix just couldn't take it with his already weakened form. He was out in a matter of miles, leaving Rosaline to struggle with him till she got into the large city. It was unlike the rathole village she was from, what with the people being either really poor or really rich. Hence why smugglers made a den out of it, another reason why she knew Yharnam was the place for cures. She dealt a while in knock offs of this miracle cure before things began getting odd. People were disappearing and some getting sicker, to the point even being out on the streets was dangerous. The village leaders claimed the sickness was some contagion caught in the filth, something Rosaline could believe seeing as she found herself dealing with a bout of sickness in her one and only friend. Felix began acting odd one night on a run for a buyer, a cough and shiver taking his frame to the point she had to leave him and continue the deal on her own. That night a fever consumed him, one so fierce she thought he might catch his death with how much sweat poured from him. Finally, the fever broke after a few days she spent nursing him back to some form of health, but it left him weak. The moment he began to cough up blood, she knew that her time was running short and she had to get ahold of this miracle cure these Elders spoke of. They said it came with a price, but that didn't matter. She would pay anything to save Felix...he was her's.
A child of the slums didn't often get to say that they had anything. Not that Felix was property, but more or less was her companion. They trusted each other, saved each other's asses a time or two, and for a while Rosaline felt she actually loved him. But that love was rejected, often times by his simple dismissal or a kind way of telling her he didn't feel the same. It bothered her, but still she forgave him. She would always forgive Felix...
When they reached the inn doors, a woman was there to offer help, though she looked a bit leery of Felix. Rosaline was quick to dismiss the worry, claiming it was the heat and nothing contagious. The woman nodded, offering to send for a doctor which Rosaline immediately took up. It would be expensive, but she had saved just enough for this cure let alone this travel. He would be well cared for, that she would be sure of.
She got him up to one of the beds, using the opportunity to have his weight off of her to breathe. She looked a mess from traveling, sweat and dust staining her clothing and her hair a matted frizz from the weather. She wanted to crawl into bed next to him and sleep, but knew she had to bathe and that he would be angry with her for being close to him while he was sick. Little did he know she had always been close but never succumbed to anything he had. She was never a sickly child either, something the orphanage felt a marketable trait rather than a miracle in her environment.
After bathing for a while, even letting herself use the pretty scents the woman had sent up, she dressed in something a bit more demur and form fitting, what she often wore when conducting deals for the smugglers in her area. If she was to make her case to the doctor convincing, she had to be willing to go see these elder ones quickly.
To wait for the doctor, she moved over to Felix, sitting at the bed side with a ginger carefulness, as not to wake him. The basin she prepared with a damp cloth was hardly a cure, but it at least kept his fever down. She placed the cool cloth on his head and while she used another to clean the sweat from him. She got to his shirt, ready to take it off, when his hand caught her wrist, catching her off guard with a jolt.
"Taking advantage of a sickly man?" He joked, pale blue eyes looking strained as if keeping them open was a struggle. Sweat trickled down his brow and nearly into his eye, making her have to dab it away quickly before it could. She smiled softly at him, glad to see he was awake and feeling well enough to crack jokes.
"No. I know you don't like surprises." She joked back, making him frown at her some, the look weakly stubborn.
"Like dragging me to Yharnam without even asking. One minute I'm in my bed and the next thing I know you have me tossed in the back of a cart." She stuck her tongue out at him, though his words drew her back to that night. It was only days after he had developed signs of sickness, the coughing and vomiting starting to take a tole on movement at all. The night he had succumbed to an immense fever, so bad he was soaked in sweat. She stayed up for days watching over him, despite his protests and warning her to sleep somewhere else. She didn't listen and it seemed for a good reason. She woke up in the night to check on him, only to find he wasn't breathing....he had choked on his own blood. It was by the grace of whatever god was out there that a trader passing by was able to bring him back. He thought he was being roughly woken up...not being carted off to a doctor after dying for a few minutes. She never told him and wouldn't for fear that would make him push her away. He seemed to think she cared about her own survival, that she would be devastated if she caught whatever it was he had.....But in all truth, she didn't care at all. She could imagine with him if it meant she wouldn't have to life without him, her only friend and family...
"Yes just like that." She said with a giggle, making Felix have to smile. He could never stay mad at her long and she knew that and thuroughly worked that to her advantage. In only moments a doctor was at the door, checking over Felix with ginger and careful hands.
Rosalind paced, keeping watch on Felix as the doctor did his little tests and evaluations. It seemed the old man sat taking notes for ages before he closed his book and motioned for her to follow him into the hall. She did so reluctantly, sparing the now coughing Felix who had curled up on his side in pain no doubt. He always said coughing hurt...
"Miss, please sit..." He said, his eyes downcast and demeanor that of a church partitioner about to deliver a heavy burden. She stood stiff, her eyes narrowing some at being treated like a delicate wall flower. She could take this...
"Tell me, please doctor." She said, making the man fidget some with his jacket.
"I'm afraid I can't help him my dear. It's consumption. Very serious in fact, I believe the last stages....He can't be expected to live from it, not even with my medicines. They would only delay his suffering." Rosalind's eyes widened, her eyes flicking to the doorway where she could see Felix in the crack of the door. Felix, her Felix, dying? She shook her head, not accepting this. There was a cure, she had heard of it. That's why she was there. Not for some silly remedies a doctor could give, but this blood cure the Elders had....
"You don't understand doctor. I was hoping you could point me in the direction of the Elders. I want to get ahold of that miracle cure everyone is raving about..." She said, making the doctor's eyes widen. He looked shocked that she even suggested it, let alone that she was even asking about it. It annoyed Rosalind, to the point she wanted to make this senile old fool talk. She got the feeling when he looked away that he was about to tell her no, fueling her to pull out the large purse of coin she had. "I'm willing to pay anything." She said, her eyes focused on the man in front of her with the utmost concern. She was deathly serious, she would give anything to save Felix. Anything in the seven hells, even her own life.
The doctor seemed reluctant but it was obvious the money made up his mind, much to Rosalind's relief. "Well..." He said before shutting the door behind them and begining his long rant on exactly what she needed to do.
~~~
Rosalind awoke heaving on a metal slab, her eyes wide and her heart pounding from fear. Her hair had shaken loose from it pony tail, lying in thick waves around her and moving as her head whipped in different directions to take in her surroundings. She was in what looked to be a bloody lab, hell maybe it was a library or something....She had never been in one, but she assumed that they didn't have all these needles and tubes...medical equipment...Her brow furrowed, before she sat up gingerly, rubbing her head. When the Elder Ones had said she needed to go somewhere dangerous and far away for this cure, she hardly expected she would get there like this. Hell, she didn't even remember traveling. She just signed a contract and then....things were fuzzy after that, some man and blood...was it blood? He said something about transfusions and things being...odd she couldn't really remember it correctly....It was an odd exchange, one she thought would end in refusal and her being sent away. Two of the hooded beings that were with the one speaking to her told the one she was not worth the "Paleblood". However, the one that had an almost feminine voice that was speaking to her actually vouched for her. They eventually relented, telling her she would have to give something in return for the cure, for her to sign herself over as some sort of hunter....That the blood she would take would solidify the pact.
Rosalind huffed, pushing herself from the table achy and chilly. She realized her clothes had changed and that she was no longer carrying her dagger. Now her clothes looked a bit dated, tight to her body with clean movable fabric that smelled of dust. Her frown was evident at the odd choice, but she let it go. She wouldn't be there long after all, she was just there for a cure. She moved out of the room of tubes, electricity and gore and into a hall. Her eyes shifted at the rather dark space, watching the corners of the rooms with an eerie feeling that something was going to jump out at her. This place was creepy and dark, almost like a bad dream one would have as a kid...she didn't like dark and this was begining to make her incredibly uncomfortable. She made her way into another room that was down the stairs, her eyes squinting some as she peeked around the corner. Instantly bile bubbled into her throat at the sight of a body mangled and torn to bits on the ground looking as though it were ripped to shreds by some beast...She bit her lip to hold back her urge to vomit, especially when her shoes squeaked on a puddle of someone's blood. Amongst the gore she saw something curious, a lantern in the floor that looked to be lit by some ethereal light...That seemed like an indicator that maybe she was going in the right direction. She moved inside, hugging the wall like it was her best friend. She moved along the odd machines till she finally reached the lantern, jumping back with a gasp when she saw a dead beast on the ground, looking to be a giant wolf-man that was bigger than her and maybe even a bear. It looked mangey and torn, its brains bashed in by something that looked to be a pipe drenched in gore stabbed through its face. She winced before glancing at the lantern that was perfectly clean even next to all the mess...
She went to walk past it, but something caught her ankle, making her shriek. She looked down in time to see a group of odd little white creatures climbing on the lantern, one offering her a piece of paper. She nodded at the odd little creature before warily taking the note.
"Touch the lantern..." She muttered before looking at the lantern there and giving it a quick once over. It didn't look dangerous...and besides she was new here....She needed to take all the advice she could get...
She reached out and touched the lantern, her fingers only skimming it before a white light engulfed her....
~~~
Rosalind awoke face down in the dirt, her head lifting achily as she tried to reason where she was. "This fricking place has a thing for knocking people out...." She growled, pushing herself up off the ground and dusting her clothes off. She saw that she was no longer in that odd bloody place, but instead what looked to be a church yard, much like the one she had gone to see the Elder Ones in. She walked forward with some worry, her eyes skimming the place for any sign of life or danger. She wasn't sure what she got herself into, but this...this was dangerous....
"Remember, Felix needs this..." She muttered before sighing and walking ahead with more confidence. On her way to the steps, she noticed some odd tombstones and near them a realistic looking doll. Rosalind wasn't sure why but despite how pretty the doll was, it struck her as....strange. She kept away from it, moving up the stairs to the church where she hoped to find someone, anyone that could explain what the hell was going on. Instead she ran into those freaky little creatures again, this time a pair of them laying weapons at her feet. "Choose." A note said by them, making her frown at her choices. There was a saw looking blade, an axe and...was that a cane? She picked it up, looking it over with a funny look. Before she could put it back however, the little bastards disappeared, leaving behind a gun. "Hey! Wait!" She complained trying to find where they went. She couldn't fight with a cane! She huffed realizing getting them back was useless so she slipped it into the holster at her side before picking up the gun. She excitedly checked it for bullets, but of course the chamber was empty....
"Great..." She muttered before working her way up the steps and into the old cathedral. The doors gave way for her some, only enough for her wiggle through before they shut behind her. She could hear people talking and didn't want to disturb them, well not till she was sure they weren't out to kill her. She moved a bit to the side to get a better look at the pair, finding a freaky little man in a wheel chair, the one that she felt like she had seen before, and another taller man, but then again anyone was tall next to the creepy man in the wheel chair. She moved forward a bit to see if she could hear what was being said, but a book nearby got tipped over and hit the ground with a thump. She winced at the noise, instantly straightening when the pair looked in her direction. She tried to play her snooping off better, standing proud and walking forward easily with a certain pride in her step. She gave the man a glance over, finding he had a handsome face and very pretty blue eyes. Before she could get distracted however she looked to the man in the wheelchair, her lips pursing as she looked between the men. "I would like the cure, please. Who do I talk to about that?" She asked the general vicinity, not really wanting to waste time if these two didn't have an answer for her.

[vamperious]

Blue eyes on her he looked the new arrival over waiting to see if she was part of the church or was she a new hunter? She ahd beginners weapons on her and that made him frown, yet another person come to curse their loved ones with death or insanity, he wished none to that fate, knowing the pain of such. She seemed proud as she came forward, looking them both over. He wondered a moment if she was there to leave this place, to beg Gerhman to let her leave, she didn't seem the type to fight with the light weaponry after all. It wasn't to be however when she asked about the cure, and who to talk to about that. Gerhman looked her over and gave her a sickly humored smile. "The 'Pale blood' is what you are seeking. The Elders said to expect a chance arrival." Antony frowned a this words and looked at him with a dark glare a moment before turning to look at the woman, wanting to tell her that there was no cure. Before he could open his mouth however Gerhman spoke again, his words making him stop, glancing back at him. "If you seek the truth in things boy, you will travel with her and find it. Teach her- I have no time for such things now. The church calls me." He said before he wheeled himself into another room. If one were to go after him however he wouldn't be found- seemingly have disappeared into thin air.
Antony forced himself to take a breath, to help him calm down, his hands in tight fists as he was feeling cornered into doing things again that he didn't want to do. Taking a hand he ran it through his hair to get it back and out of his face as he composed himself to be more cordial. "Greetings are in order it seems. I am Hunter Antony who is it I am addressing?" He asked smoothly however there was an edge to the last part as he was wondering if she was a puppet of the church or an actual hunter who came seeing the simple 'cure'-blindly. 

[kimcora]

Hands on hips, Rosalind looked at the two men, ready to start on what little mission they had for her. Confidence was key here in a time when really she should have been cowering there was a reason this place was so gore right? It meant people died there right? Well, she wouldn't be one of those people if she could help it. And it seemed like this guy, this pair at least had survived this place and one was in a wheelchair...Well that boded well for her right? She watched the creepy man in the wheel chair as he spoke, moving a bit to fold her arms to hide her unease. She instead got a bit excited when he said Paleblood, her brows rising. "Yes--That! That's what the Elder things said I needed." She said but was drowned out by the creepy wheelchiar guy talking over her. She noticed the pretty boy getting an attitude with the man in the wheelchair, something she wasn't sure was wise but she wouldn't argue. Maybe this guy was evil or mean or whatever...she didn't care as long as she got what she needed from him. She let the odd man wheel away, leaving her with the guy with the pretty eyes to aparently be some sort of guide to her in this place. She wasn't sure she wanted to trust a stranger out of nowhere, but that didn't mean she couldn't be cordial. Well, at least to get a feel for these people and just what she could expect here. The edge at the end of his tone made her frown, her eyes narrowing at him. She didn't like the attitude. She was just there to get the cure and leave, not partner up with someone who didn't have to help her. She would just take this truth or whatever and be on her way.
"Rosalind. And yeah I think I'm one of those too. Or at least that's what that contract said." She said spacing out a little before shrugging. "Anyways, now that I know what I'm working towards, just point me in the right direction and I'll be on my way. I've got to get back to that place and get this Paleblood thing soon." She said, adjusting her armor before glaring at the cane at her waist. "Stupid little imp things gave me this and an empty gun, no bullets. The hell is a cane supposed to do? Did you see that bloody wolf thing? It was taller than a bear! They expect me to beat it with a cane like a crass old man." She said before she batted her eyes in realization that she was talking too much. "Right, so Antony was it? About the direction. I don't rightfully know how I got here exactly." She rounded up the conversation, making sure he understood that she intended to be on her way instead of hanging out in this quiet little church.

[vamperious]

He noted her look, and how her eyes narrowed at his tone meaning she had some pride, she would need it. He knew she was defiantly a new hunter by her words and how she was confused about how she had gotten there. He was thinking of what to tell this girl since there was honestly no cure here to be found only further misfortune, though she seemed optimistic. The comment about wanting to go alone however marked her as not bright- if she had seen that monster dead then she knew this wasn't going to be a picnic. "The Lantern, You must have touched it. It is how we travel here to this place- the only real safe place there is left in this dream, the Hunter's Dream that is. As for the werewolf, Yes I've seen it- I also killed it- though I'm glad it didn't respawn and kill you before you could stumble your way here." He said in a slightly humored tone hoping to come across a bit nicer since he often came across as rude. The mention of her cane weapon however, on he ahd seen once before at his own decision- he knew it was a sword. He had a firmed once who used one- it was magnificent though that was long ago and they were long dead. "That cane you say is useless is a weapon, tap it on the ground and I'm sure it will transform as it is a special weapon. I don't know how it exactly works since I use a much heavier weapon then you would." He said explaining as he moved closer to her however he didn't stop at her instead he went to the right of her to a cabinet of sorts, opening a drawer with boxes of silver bullets that he had neglected since his first adventure here in Dark Yharnam. "You can have my bullets, I don't use guns." he stated easily almost as if he were trying to make up for his easier rudeness though he wasn't. He didn't honestly care if the woman found him rude, if he was going to be exploring and kept running into her he was hoping she got stronger and maybe even learned the truth so she would help him. He ahd decided that telling her the truth he knew would be fruitless as she was prideful and looked rather stubborn but what could he do but let her learn for herself that this wasn't a cake walk... He did turn to look at her however after a moment. "As for a direction, there is no right direction honestly. You either find it or you don't. Usually its the latter and you find a lot of rather unpleasant things in between finding things- its not the most enjoyable experience I can assure you."

[kimcora]

Rosalind was surprised he didn't just ignore her ranting and send her on her way. Wasn't he mad with wheel chair man over sticking him with her? That was why she was giving him room to leave. She didn't need him if he didn't want to be there. After all, she wasn't helpless or a damsel that needed saving. The talk of the lantern, her eyes widened some in recognition and she nodded. She remembered touching that lantern the little imps were holding up and that's when she ended up there. So it was a travel point to this place, this Hunter's Dream. Well that was useful knowledge. She wasn't sure why she would need to be here in this odd place, but she accepted it as something that just came with the job. However his humored comment of her not being mauled by that werewolf made her lips quirk some in a smirk. "Seems you have a low expectation for what I am capable of, Hunter Antony." She annunciated his title like it was something with an air of importance before she pulled out the cane to observe what he was describing. She was about to speak when he suddenly came toward her. Her breath caught in expectation of him to say something, but instead he was going towards some cabinet in the corner of the room. His talk of bullets interested her as she headed over to him to see what he was working with in ammunition. The sight of a drawer full made her smile and take a handful, quickly loading them with obvious prior use. She liked guns and how they felt, since she could use them with some proficiency. But she wasn't sure how this old thing would work or even how accurate it was. His news of carrying a heavier weapon drew her eyes to his frame, stopping at the sword there. It looked like an average sword, but as she learned with this place, nothing was as it seemed apparently. She frowned at his description of the place made her look at him with a curious gaze. How long had he been here? Why was he here still? He obviously seemed to know a bit about this place...It was why she was heading his words instead of just brushing him off totally. "Well I wasn't expecting this to be easy if that's what your thinking. I can see that this place is wrong...it has an odd feel, like the air is stale and tense. I need to be stronger than this place, so I will be. I need that cure. No other option." She said before looking at him for a long moment. "You're helping me. Why? I have no illusions that you're even talking to me for my benefit. I take it by the corpse and gore that I saw on the way into this place that help isn't normal here." She said before fiddling with the cane to see what this secret weapon he was on about was. "I heard that man say you needed to find some truth and that you can find it traveling. I don't know what it is your looking for exactly....To be honest I don't even rightly know what to think of you." She said, meaning she wasn't sure if she could trust him and his help or if she was better off on her won. She tapped the cane on the ground and it sprung into a guided shark link of bladed chain that made her mouth open in surprise. "Hell, now thats flicking cool." She said, snapping it like a whip and watched the chain tendrils slice into a pile of books like confetti.

[vamperious]

At her saying his name in a more articulated way he couldn't help smirk a bit himself as she saw some humor in his own darkly acquired one. She took the amo with out battering an eye at it like she was used to ranged weapons, not that he minded. He didn't need them so all the more for her. He was looking else where, more at the upgrades bench to see if he could see what runes he had on his sword- if they even lasted these last few years that is. He glanced back at her however when she went on about he was helping him, actually asking him- then explained herself in how she saw things. She reminded him of himself when he came the first time- determined and hell bent in finding what he came for. "I am helping you because I know you came here for a reason, an important person you have to save. I did so long ago too, I feel your plight so I'm going to help out a bit- perhaps until you get the hang of things. I had no such help though I wished I did." He said with a small smile as he shifted his own body to turn and look at her properly. He took a breath as she played with her weapon, letting her get the grasp of it before she actually had to kill something with it. "Here, take this, it will help I'm sure. Its a blood vial- inject it into your leg- by the needle here- and it will heal you. Its similar to the cure but it only revitalizes you- it doesn't cure someone." He said explaining the blood vials as he passed her one from the storage cabinet. "And its actually nice to meet you Hunter Rosalind. My last few acquaintances here have tried to kill me. Trust only me, the doll, and Gerhman...No one else is to be trusted. Not the church, or even the other citizens." He said to her as a word of advise since he had to learn the hard way. He figured she would learn his particular weapon style when they went out to hunt but she seemed entertained by her own weapons special properties. 

[kimcora]

Rosalind had to say she was surprised to hear he faced something similar to her. Was it common place for people to come to this place in search of helping someone they cared about? She tilted her head some, wondering just who he had helped with the cure...She let that drop, mostly because it in a way fueled her to loosen her stance on not trusting him a bit. Maybe he was alright...Besides, she knew nothing about this place. If he was willing to help her at least till she could be on her own then she was game for this alliance. Anything that got her to what she wanted faster, she was willing to take it with open arms. "Thank you, Antony. Her hand closed around the vial of blood he handed her, making her look it over with wary eyes. So she had to stab herself to heal? There was such thing as healing? She looked it over before gingerly placing it in a side pocket she found on her belt. "I have to say that leaves me with a narrow margin of acquaintances here." She said, since he said that other than him, this German, and some doll no one could be trusted. Just how many people inhabited this creepy place, let alone how many were hunters like herself and Antony? "Citizens and church? People choose to live here? And just how many others of us are there?" She asked, since she didn't remember seeing anyone when she first arrived except the werewolf. "I don't really recall seeing anyone except the dead guy that got eaten." She said just to fill him in on her thoughts and how she was processing all this. No doubt he would want to be going soon and she was already getting antsy to get back to what she was needed to do for her to get one step closer to her goals.

[vamperious]

Her thanks was new to him since he only ever really heard such things in the waking world. Even if it was still the Yharnam he was accustomed to- this dark nightmare wasn't quite right. At her questioning words about the citizens and other hunters' he frowned a bit. He wasn't exactly wanting to tell her that everything that she was going to be killing was a plague victim. All of the creatures here were once people, once he supposed mirrored the ones who once came from actual Yharnam, some he might have actually known. Pushing that thought from his mind he turned his attention to Rosalind, she needed to know what she was fighting threw here so she knew the cost of the 'cure' she was seeking currently. "Come along, I will show you the citizens and explain this place for you." He said as he began moving towards the door, speaking to her as he went down the steps to stop by the doll. "Its not that they choose to live here, its that they know no better.This is the doll. She will help you focus your blood echos that you collect. Don't worry she will count them for you-She is merely a puppet for some one else." He said as he looked at the doll in a sad manner since she reminded him of his sister. The doll remained lifeless as of yet, not moving, as much as he assumed since there was a new hunter present. heading a bit further down the path he stopped by the very first tomb stone and patted it almost fondly since he used that dumb thing most often here int he hunters' dream. "This large tomb stone here if out travel point, if he see here-." he pointed to the inscription on the stone that labeled places not names or dates of the deceased. The stone as he touched it had many place on it, though if the girl were to touch it they would disappear since she hadn't been there yet. "Since I have been here quite a bit, there are more points to travel to. For you it will only have one stop- the Orphanage- or the sick house honestly. Bastards here are sick." He said in a way to let her know that the place she woke up in wasn't some nice hospital for the places age- it was once a library in a way- that was changed into a medical lab for crazy experimentation on children. He pulled his hand from the stone and motioned for her to touch it then so that she could travel and he could meet her there. "Go ahead and travel to the sick house, I will meet you there Rosalind." He said easily before he reach out to touch the stone and selected the sick house on his own stone and went. His body turning to mist as he ash knelt down as he did with lanterns finding it less disorientating that way.
Arriving at the room there by the door he waited a few moments as he went threw what he had on his person, finding he had no Blood vials, 21 more bullets that eh won't use, and a weapon he wouldn't ever use. He didn't remember having it on his when he left but it seemed this place wanted two weapons at all times- no excuses. He would have to fix that when he went back to the sanctuary, perhaps trade it for an older heavy weapon- could he give this to the woman? Would she use it? Maybe only one way to tell, give it to her, maybe later when she learned how to fight. The weapon was from a creature, a 'boss' per se that he had to fight- too many times alone, just to find the 'cure'. He had killed what has been asked of him and he got out, not caring the truth back then, now he was back and wanting to understand what he did wrong in a way. Rosalind was in for an adventure all in itself when she even signed that contract. Now she ahd to figure out the dark and twisted trail out of here.

[kimcora]

Rosalind nodded when he told her that they were going to meet some of these people and get a feel for the world. She was ready to get a feel for all this and to get her feet wet in what this hunters business was all about. She straightened out the gun at her side, making sure the cane was back in place before she walked over to him to follow. The treck down the stairs ended in her catching sight of the doll that was apparently trust worthy. She listened to him talk about the people and she frowned a bit at his description of the people since t was an odd premise. People just wandering a place that didn't know better. What were these people? And besides, how could this odd place host citizens with all this gore? She glanced at the things as he pointed them out. She even gave care to eye the doll curiously, looking for strings to see if she could see who controlled it. Why did she get the feeling she didn't want to know? When the stopped at the bottom of the hill, she eyes The tombstone there. It was an archaic looking thing with names and places instead of people. She balked when she heard orphanage, her eyes narrowing at the term sick house used. Just what happened there? Her eyes dropped down and away since she didn't want to think back on her own experiences. There was no point in it since she didn't want to be seen as weak or pitiable. With some prompting, she moved forward to the tomb stone. She spared him a look that was briefly hesitant before she touched the stone and vanished.
She materialized on the hard floor, her balance being thrown through a loop briefly. She struggled to right herself and after a moment stood tall in the room next to the lantern. Her hands clasped into fists at her sides as she looked around the dark space, trying to find Antony. She thought she heard someone ahead of her and walked forward, following the noise. She made her way through the rooms, each one creepier than the next till she came to a door, one that lead to what seemed like the light of day. She hurried to it only to find it was a courtyard that was in dismal shape. She looked at the odd colored sky that looked like the sky after a coal fire. She tilted her head at the sky and looked off in interest of one of the gates, her eyes narrowing at what she thought was a moving shape. She moved forward to look out of the bars, her eyes darting around the area. She batted her eyes at the cityscape, noticing how large the area was. The city was like the one she had seen before back in her real world. But there was something very dark and almost sinister about the city. Enough so that it made her curious, but there was a nagging in her mind that was telling her it was dangerous. She tried to get the gate to budge, but it only rattled with an invisible lock. She tried it once more, making it rattle hollowly before she stepped away, going back into the room. She found Antony there and gave him a smile. "I'm glad to not wake up on my face. I got a look outside. It looks just like the city but different. How is that?" She said her hand on the gun and looking ready to proceed. However the question at the end made her look momentarily worried mostly because she had a scary thought that she had woken up to an end of the world scenario. That her friend was dead and the world had gone to hell...that wasn't likely but the fear was still there.

[vamperious]

At her question of the city Antony turned to smile at her. He wasn't honestly paying attention when he came into this room- to find her since he was in another room."This is still Yharnam, I was born here-well not this place but the actual world, another reasons I'm a good alley- I know the people and the wildlife as well as the paths." He said with a small smirk at his titles for things. There were streets and such but paths were more effective here as well as safer then the main routes most intended to take. "The moon, its red and full in the sky. It will always look like that- for every night- and there is only night here is the night of the Hunt." He explained that fact to her, so she was well aware of her job. Never any rest always working towards ones goals, no resting. he glanced around and nodded, more to himself as he stepped around her, heading for the outdoors, threw the door she had come from. He was sure she followed him as he came out side and caught sight of the full red moon. Its color taunting him as the ground looked darker and all water reminded him of gore and blood. 'Welcome back indeed...' He thought to himself as he stepped threw a puddle and to another gate that she apparently hadn't seen. Pushing it open easily he glanced behind him and motioned for her to step up by him to look at the creature there hunkering down by a wall. It was tall, with patchy fur, gnarly limb, and looked gross and mangy almost. "That is a citizen of this Yharnam. They are plague victims- I will explain more about this as well go however first I want to see how well you fight. Go kill it." he said in a calm tone he told her to kill something. It wasn't usual by societal standards but here it was kill or be killed.

[kimcora]

Antony's smile was rather charming for his dark appearance and demeanor he seemed to have upon her meeting him. Something of a wounded warrior feel that made her curious, but she knew better than to ask...well for now at lest. She wasn't one to keep something off her mind long and she preferred to have answers rather than more questions. And it seems he decided to answer at least one of her many questions that she still had to find out about him. She was shocked to hear he was from Yharnam, since the city was rather foreign to her and she was glad to hear that she had someone there with her that knew where he was going. She was prone to getting lost with her wandering and she felt that here that was a death sentance.
She followed him to the gate, her eyes flicking upward at the moon and the hauntingly pretty blood moon. It should have been scary, but she had to admit that there was an allure to the darkness here. Not in the sense that it was anything to be admired, just appreciated as something strange. "Night of the hunt...okay...what are we hunting exactly?" She asked, fingering her gun and looking around her for any sign of another werewolf. Instead she was met with the sight of an odd figure crouched by a wall, something that looked like an unbathed lanky man on far away inspection. However when he stood up to full height, she saw the rot of his face and the odd, hollow glow to his eyes.  She took a step back, forcing her mouth from falling open at the grotesque sight that she could still tell was human only in form. Her eyes didn't leave the creature as it groaned in what sounded like pain. She fumbled for her gun, drawing it and pointing it at the person--man--beast--
Her eyes quickly snapped to Antony as he spoke, saying that was a citizen, a plague victim that she needed to kill. She was killing sick people? Why were they sick here? Wasn't this where the cure was? She gritted her teeth, shaking her head at him. "That's not an it. That's a person right? You said that's someone that's sick. You don't just kill sick people." She said with a bit of a heated look, her tone drawing the attention of the sick man. She saw him turn rather creakily, his body bending at an odd angle. She held her ground as it took one rickety step, beginning to come towards her at a lumbering pace.
"Look back off...I won't shoot if you turn around and--" She saw it had something bloody and sharp in it's hands, it's mouth agape with a gurgled sound of shout. She fired a shot and missed, the round pinging off the ground infant of the thing's feet. She reloaded and took aim again, this time landing a shot in the thing's gut. It only deterred it momentarily with a snap back before it was back in it pursuit, this time looking angry. It charged, the meat cleaver in its hands swinging down wildly at her. She rolled out of the way with an impressive little show of stealth though her landing was hardly graceful. She scampered out of the way of a heavy attack, trying to get at her cane from her side. "Back I say!" The thing shouted at her in a garbled human voice, freaking her out enough that a swing of its arm threw her to the ground. She rolled some out from under a swing of the cleaver, her eyes wide and her body trembling some as she got the cane free finally. She used its force to smack the thing over the head, sending it back pedaling and holding its head, crying out like it was in pain. The noise was disturbing, but she knew she had no other choice but to end this before she was killed. She restricted the cane, wiping it out and awkwardly piercing the creature at an odd angel, it's already low health killing it even with the pitiful aimed attack. When it dropped with an dying croak and gurgle, Rosalind was left standing there, heaving in breaths with blood on her cheek from a scrape she got dodging and wide eyes at the black blood that oozed from the man and got on her boots. "What kind of sickness is this?" She asked, getting flashes of Felix in the bed, heaving and shaking as the doctor tried to help him. Her heart squeezed, catching something in her throat that made it hard to breather properly.

[vamperious]

He waited patiently as she asked him questions still while engaged in combat with the simple minded beast. Her hesitation was admirable to him however as she still thought of them as people however she would learn quickly, that they were no longer human. he watched as she finally killed the creature, it slumping to the ground. He waited for her to look back at him with her final questions after she killed it understanding that thees beasts were hardly human. He stepped forward and said a small prayer over the body then looked back at her. "That beast was an it, not a person any longer. In their eyes we are the victims- we don't look like them. That is why they scream ' Away, or back' at us..." He said as he was simply explaining things she hadn't asked but would have eventually asked. "This is a plague that the Elder ones created, They were experimenting on the citizens here, and this was the result. Now they make contracts with us hunters to help weed out the dangerous beasts they created. This is the coast of your cure, to kill many many others to get one thing for a loved one. Though you will be here till your term is served and you have your 'pale blood'...Then your term is over." He said to her honestly wanting to make a comment about it not being of any use and would probably cause her more problems like it did to him but it wasn't honestly his place. He gave a heavy sigh before moving on, more towards an alley way where a lantern was, though it wasn't lite. "Come light this lantern, we need to continue on for our loved ones sake." He said simply home tone a little void of much but it was soft, thinking she might need something of a small comfort since he wasn't too sure how used to killing she was since he was rather desensitized to it now.

[kimcora]

The prayer he said over the body made her stomach clench, her eyes averting to her surroundings due to the fact she was still trying to fathom at she was fighting the sick. She wasn't sure why it was these people looked like beasts, consumed by what seemed like madness. She wasn't sure how these people got to this point from a plague, making her feel uneasy about all this idea of being a victim in their eyes. Did it really warp them that deeply? She tensed when he told her that the Elder Ones created this plague as an experiment. She frowned deeply and it showed she was angry about this. How could they do something like this to people? To take them away from their sanity, their being and make them into monsters to be slaughtered by others...As a hunter she would have to kill these people for a cure. A cure that was bathed in blood. 'But it's for Felix...He would do the same for me.' She thought, closing her eyes and made her expression ease away from its worry. "So find the pale blood and I'm out of here...got it." She said before hurrying up next to him to walk with him to the lantern. She felt disgusting for killing someone who couldn't help themselves, but seemingly Antony's presence was calming to her. In a sense, just having someone to guide her in this strange place was comforting. "How do you know I'm not selfish and want this cure for myself?" She asked, wondering how he gauged that she was there to get this cure for someone she cared about. He probably was judging her right now as some sort of martyr when that was hardly the case. She was just doing exactly what needed to be done for her best friend...She looked at the lantern and searched for the little imps to light it, unsure of how to work the thing without a match.

[vamperious]

He glanced over at her as she posed a different scenario then he had pegged her for. He gave her a smile, more humored then not honestly. "If you are then, what of it? Be your intentions selfish- or selfless-the result will be the same to me in the end." He said to her letting her feel that one out with his feelings on the matter. Antony honestly didn't care what shew as there for- but shew as in for a rude awakening when she did find it. At the question of the lantern he simply touched it with a finger, the flame flickering into life out of nothing seemingly. "Simply touch it to lite it, then hold a hand in the light to teleport back to the Hunter's Dream. Its simple." He said to her his smile gone now as he pulled out his own weapon, the large sheath on his back still, the broad blade in his right hand he looked at her. Straight face he pointed with his weapon in front of them. "Come along, Groups usually travel along the main roads, we should avoid them- they can be deadly in groups for you." He instructed to her such as he was training her in the way this nightmare worked.
Moving along silently for a moment he rolled his shoulders back getting ready to pounce on what ever came at them next, finding a smaller alley way, he moved to the opening where he heard a horrid barking screech. With a heavy frown he slammed his sword down towards the black mass on the ground and heard more loud obnoxious noises as he killed a bird in one blow. Two more flew out of the alley way fluttering in a panic yet attacking with their beaks. He swung the sword a few more time to end the birds totally, a glare on his face as he honestly hated those things. "Damned Barking Crows." he grumbled as he flicked the blood from his blade as he gave the bodies a glare before moving on expecting something less aggravating perhaps next. Antony knew this new hunter needed time to learn but honestly dying was too painful to do over and over again for this mess.