Dark Jack

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

The Mad One stared at Arcturus with its blank, lidless eyes, breathing excessively heavily for how little it was doing, its breath hissing as it passed through its gritted, inhuman teeth. Its rage was unmistakable, yet for some reason it seemed to hesitate. It seemed to focus entirely on Arcturus for a moment as if somehow spellbound by his words, before turning its head to glance at Marcus with similar fascinated curiosity when he declared his need of a weapon.
Then Joseph took action and actually attacked the confused beast, successfully plunging his spear into the Mad One's rib cage... only for it to instantly whip its staff into his chest, the weapon moving suddenly and with blinding speed, striking him with enough force to knock him back into several cots, causing those to fall over and a couple of still-unconscious Hunters to crash to the floor.
As dark blood poured from the Mad One's wound, however, something strange happened: all over its body, the grim scars it wore seemed to start glowing in shades of red and purple, starting with the ones on its torso and quickly spreading to its limbs, and the glow of its eyes shifted from pure white to bright crimson.
Completely ignoring the wound that would have been immediately lethal to any being not carrying the Old Blood, the creature abruptly leaped toward Arcturus, its arms poised to attack broadly from both sides at once. It did so in eerie silence, producing nothing but the sound of its breath whistling between its teeth.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

@Th3King0fChaos?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Eastern Yharnam, outside the Hunter's clinic

Even if he had thought that they had time to spare to discuss the topic – which he was certain they did not – Victor probably still could not have provided any comment more constructive than the shrug he performed now when it came to the appearance of the clinic. It was not as though he had been explained... well, pretty much anything about the technicalities of what was happening or what this place was supposed to be. He was “just” a Hunter, after all.
There was a reason that Moira and her followers had gained such traction even from the simple concept of Hunters being treated well. While Hunters were objectively superior to humans, including those who had sampled lesser blood treatments, they had always been servants to the Healing Church and subject to the will and commands of the vicars and the clerics, with the only real exception being the First Hunter of the order who, as the highest among Hunters, served the vicar on par with the clerics. The rest of them were basically soldiers, dispensable infantry units to be wielded by anyone associated with the church, who were expected to hunt and nothing else, least of all ask questions. Besides the First Hunter there were no real ranks among Hunters; a Hunter was a Hunter, and that was that. Hunters might choose superiors among themselves based on seniority, prowess or, as was the case with some faction leaders, ideological vision, but all Hunters were the same to the church.
The clinic... a shrug was a good way to summarize Victor's thoughts on that. It was not as though the clinic was subtle, being obviously different from the other structures on the plateau and being the obstacle that created the dead end of the street it was on, but there was certainly no visual indication of its purpose was. It was remarkably unremarkable, one might say. The fact that in was in use despite being in an almost entirely unpopulated area was also strange... though he figured it did make some sense to not create new Hunters in close proximity to where ordinary citizens lived. But then why was the clinic obviously abandoned? The censer was unlit; if the clinic had been manned in any capacity, someone would definitely have lit the censer when the bells had marked a Night of the Hunt. The church had treated these people, let them begin their metamorphosis, and then just... left them? It was not as though Victor, or Hunters in general, had been babied during or after their transformation, but at least there was usually a person nearby to remind them who, where and what they were before sending them off to hunt.
And why send Adelicia to this particular batch, too? he wondered, growing increasingly paranoid about the entire affair the more the thought about it. I mean, obviously her “blessing” is meant to get them addicted to blood only she – and thus the Healing Church – can provide so they're guaranteed to be loyal, but why these Hunters in particular? Hundreds of Hunters have been unleashed without such measures of control, so what makes these ones so special?

The Blood Saint's last sentence was somewhat more relevant, and also raised some very important questions.
“'Too late' would be total silence and nothing but corpses left,” he told her, painfully conscious of the seconds ticking away with every word he spoke. “The noise means someone's still fighting.”
He turned partway to Raine, frowning while avoiding looking at either of his companions. “We can't leave the saint alone, and we can't bring her inside. Too dangerous. One of us has to guard her, the other heads inside.” He reached into one of his pockets and swiftly produced a shiny coin. “Flip a coin to decide?”

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Okay, then @Th3King0fChaos is the only one left that hasn't reacted to the appearance of the Mad One. Would you like to post, or would you prefer to just briefly summarize what Ishin does?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

@Th3King0fChaos? @King Cosmos?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Can we have a quick roll call and status update on everyone?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

@King Cosmos? @Th3King0fChaos?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Eastern Yharnam, relatively near the Hunter's clinic, at the top of the elevator

Invalid? Victor thought confusedly, awkwardly shooting a glance at the woman while trying to not look at her. He wondered if the suggestion had offended her somehow, as if them carrying her would have belittled her somehow, which he supposed might have been true. Being carried like a child probably would not exactly be the best thing for a person's pride... it was just unfortunate that pride got in the way of practicality.
He hoped that them taking a little bit longer to get there would not needlessly endanger the new Hunters at the clinic, but ultimately their mission was to protect Adelicia, not the Hunters. The Healing Church could always make more Hunters – a small injection and a nap, and anyone could become one – and there were more of them at the moment than he figured there had ever been, but Blood Saints were rare, took years to nurture, had a high chance of failing, and a single saint could invigorate and empower many Hunters to perform beyond their own powers. The special properties of Adelicia's blood, from what Victor had heard, were probably especially valuable... for more than one reason.
Victor licked his lips at the thought, feeling somewhat hungry. He decided that once they had gotten their hands on the new Hunters and gotten them and Adelicia to somewhere more defensible, he would have to find something to eat before joining the hunt. He was in the mood for a nice, bloody steak.

“As you wish,” he agreed, averting his gaze from her entirely. The urge to run as fast as he could flooded his being, urging him to rush ahead with everything he had and participate properly in the hunt, but he resisted the urge and instead set into a measured jog, moving north parallel with the guardrail marking the edge of the plateau. As Hunters he and Raine could keep up that pace indefinitely if need be, and both could easily double or triple that speed before starting to tire themselves, but they had to match their pace to Adelicia's. If she could not keep up they would have to slow down...

Eastern Yharnam, outside the Hunter's clinic

A few minutes later the trio arrived at the northern end of the plateau, their path further north blocked by a building perpendicular to the row of dwellings that had filled the area to their right, at the eastern edge of the city. It was merely a single-story building with wooden walls and no windows, and – worryingly – an empty or unlit censer beside the door. To their left, past the edge of the plateau, was an even longer fall than where they had ascended with the elevator; looking down, it seemed that it was probably around an eighty meter (262 feet) drop to certain death, and the environment down there looked a lot less pleasant than it had at the elevator, with it being mostly ruins, trash in the streets and a general state of disrepair.
It took a moment before Victor realized what he was looking at; they had gone far enough north to be above the unclaimed parts of old Yharnam, which still bore the scars of the plague, the purge and the Night of the Blood Moon it had had to endure. It was a dangerous place to be, especially on a Night of the Hunt. Another reason to keep one's distance from the edge.

The door to the clinic had been left open, he saw, which deepened his worry... and from the inside, he thought he heard sounds of a struggle.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

The righteous damage modifier actually only applied to Kirkhammer in its sword-form; it's hammer-form didn't get it.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

And that's why I'm specifically saying that the weight isn't what I'm arguing against; if you somehow have the strength to accelerate that much mass quickly and the borderline supernatural ability to remain in place while doing so, despite basically flinging around something that's likely heavier than yourself, by all means go for it. That much mass with speed as high as seen in the games would definitely crush a person, though it does so because of weight and speed (force equals mass times acceleration; high mass at low acceleration is still low force). And sure, I imagine that if you hit a cleric beast on a joint with the Kirkhammer it'd probably put that limb out of commission for a little while, but what if you didn't hit a joint? What if you don't hit a limb at all, but the torso? Then the argument of large enemies falls apart. A human-sized opponent would probably still get crushed by the sheer force of the hammer, but a cleric beast - something with mass of its own to receive that force - would probably only bruise slightly.
The Kirkhammer can be ridiculously heavy, that's fine, but the shape could be better. Yes, hit a cleric beast joint with the Kirkhammer and you'd probably have it bending the wrong way (presuming you're hitting at the right angle), but what if the hammer had narrowed on one end? Same mass, same force, but applied to a smaller area (pressure is force over area; large force over a large area results in smaller pressure). With that, you could probably break the limb regardless of where you hit, and do serious internal damage by hitting the torso. If the Kirkhammer had been cone-shaped or even rounded, it would just be a much more effective weapon.

How are the rest of you doing? Is anyone working on posts at the moment?