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[h3]Eastern Yharnam, Hunter's clinic, reception[/h3]
[I]Could it be...[/I] Victor thought breathlessly, chewing furiously on the inside of his cheek as he tried to figure out what the best course of action was in all of this, painfully conscious of every second that passed during his deliberation.
It was not as though he knew a lot about the matter... or anything, really, since all he had were rumors and hearsay. He, as well as most Hunters, knew about these rare, supposedly immortal Hunters that showed up occasionally, and he had heard that these immortals had a legion of small men at their beck and call that only they could see. That these special Hunters could see things others could not in general, and that they could bloody [I]teleport[/I]! Their existence was almost mythical among Hunters, except for the fact that every now and then a bunch of people would start talking about the same person being killed over and over again, yet that person was provably still among the living.
But those immortals were [I]rare[/I]! In the last five years, even though the Healing Church had been churning out more Hunters than ever before, he had only heard of two of them: the False Vicar and Gerlinde the Dreamrider. He had never actually met Moira, mostly because he tried to stay away from the Black Church as much as he could, but he had seen Gerlinde once, plainly walking around despite numerous reports of her being slain. Apparently Moira was not immortal anymore, or so he had heard, which left just Gerlinde.

And now? Were these three [I]all[/I] immortal? Two in five years, and now three in one night? It seemed entirely unbelievable... except, of course, for the fact that he was here. Him and Adelicia, by order of Dietrich of the Shining Wing himself. For Adelicia to bestow her blessing, obviously with the intent of getting these Hunters addicted to her blood. Special treatment not given to any of the hundreds of Hunters that came before this batch.
[I]That dirty rat, he knew! He knew these Hunters were special, and he didn't tell me![/I] Victor's eyes shifted rapidly, going everywhere and nowhere in particular as his thoughts raced, his fingers clutching the hilt of his sword tightly.
The scream before... Victor's eyes widened, his mouth going even drier than it had already been. There was another person in there besides these three who, according the one called Marcus, had “just awakened.” Which meant that he had been sleeping in there... undergoing metamorphosis. Becoming a Hunter.
So far they were three out of three for immortal Hunters, or at the very least Hunters that could see things beyond the realm of ordinary visibility. What were the odds that number four was the same? And number five? And... how many Hunters were in this batch? A dozen? Two? Had Dietrich and the Vicar somehow managed to secure a unit of immortal soldiers for their fight for supremacy in Yharnam? It sounded insane...

His eyes darted to the young, thin, well-dressed and sword-wielding fellow who had been the last of the three to confirm his ability to see these little men with a nod. “Do you know something?” he asked Victor, his manner of speech seeming to indicate suspicion and determination to obtain whatever information could be garnered. Victor once again, in what he knew only too well would be a suspicious manner, hesitated.
What should he say? On one hand he could not just refuse to tell them anything, or they would definitely realize that something was off. But at the same time, it felt like it would be a very bad idea to tell them that there was a possibility of them being immortal. Victor's gaze darted to Adelicia. Her blood. He needed these Hunters to taste her blood, to get them addicted; after that they [I]had[/I] to help the Healing Church, no matter how many times they could die and come back. But for them to accept her blood they had to trust her... and trust Victor. He had to give them a little bit of the truth, but not so much that they would realize how important they might be.
“Not much,” he admitted quite truthfully, returning his gaze to the as-of-yet unnamed Hunter who had inquired about Victor's knowledge of the fact. “Only rumors, really, but apparently some rare, special Hunters can see things others can't. I heard one of the things they see are little men all over.” He swallowed, shooting a glance at the door to the back room. “Are there... a lot more of you in there?”