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[h3][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5265402]Eastern Yharnam, Hunter's clinic, reception[/url][/h3]
[I]Great, another chatty one,[/I] Victor thought sarcastically, standing up with the ornate box still held in his left hand and turning toward the newcomer fully. She was a strange one. She had clearly come to Yharnam anticipating becoming a Hunter, given her choice of garb, yet she also seemed to have decorated herself with all sorts of curios that were quite out of place on a Hunter. She was brash, blunt and prone to sarcasm, yet strangely polite and cooperative. There were a lot of contradictions in her, which both annoyed and intrigued Victor.
Watching the female Hunter help Torquil – who mumbled something that sounded vaguely grateful in return – back into a more proper stance, Victor took his time to examine her form closely, noting how small she was and how she had emerged from the back room without arming herself. Hardly seemed like the stuff good Hunters were made of; small fighters might be harder to hit and better able to get to vulnerable spots on their opponents, which could be dangerous out in the world, but [I]here[/I]? In Yharnam, where nearly everyone had received blood-treatment and could regenerate almost any wound, all that mattered was doing as much damage as possible and making your enemy bleed. Sure, he had seen Hunters with flimsy weapons, like threaded canes, take down beasts, but only through continuously putting themselves in harm's way to inflict one small cut after another until the creature finally succumbed.
Well, it undeniably [I]worked[/I], but it just did not make sense to him. Why take the risk of having to attack over and over again when you could pick up the biggest, most devastating weapon around and hopefully finish the fight in one hit?

Only once the woman spoke to him again did Victor's attention refocus on her, his prior musings forgotten as he immediately realized two things: this Hunter was [I]special[/I], too, since she could see the damned lantern the others had talked about earlier; and he had failed. One of these new Hunters, these [I]temporarily ignorant[/I] special Hunters, had somehow managed to find a way to untraceably evade him by, presumably, teleportation. He had heard that special Hunters could do that, but he had no idea that it was so easy that even freshly turned ones could manage to do it.
Fell asleep, she said? Victor had heard that these immortal Hunters vanished when “killed,” only to inevitably show up again somewhere else. Maybe this vanishing also applied to other states of unconsciousness, like sleep? If that was the case, he needed to get these remaining Hunters to the Cathedral Ward as quickly as possible, before they had time to learn the extent of the true power they possessed.

“I have, actually,” Victor replied to her final question, making a considerable effort to stop himself from smirking over the fact that he could make that claim truthfully. “I came here with another Hunter who was taken by some huge and invisible monster, just outside this building. It picked him off the ground and he disappeared without a trace.”
He was pretty sure that the two instances of Hunters vanishing were not comparable, as such, but these people did not need to know that. What had happened to Raine was undeniably terrifying, and it was better if the remaining Hunters were discouraged from trying to follow the missing one's example.
“This lantern you speak of,” he added after another moment, “is also invisible. To most, at least. It seems all of you are rare, special Hunters and can see things the rest of us can't. Stay away from it; we've wasted enough time already. We should get moving.”