Dark Jack

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Just in case it wasn't clear, DrabberRogue, I added the post I mentioned wanting to do, so no need to wait if you still want to post.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Eastern Yharnam, Hunter's clinic

Marcus dropped the aim on the rifle towards the floor. ”Didn't you see that lantern emit blue light? ” he yelled, released his left hand and pointed with it towards the lantern. ”Or do you know what it does, then?” Marcus said, tension in his voice.

Victor's brow furrowed into a confused, somewhat irritated frown as he looked around – his gaze sweeping straight past the point where the skeletal arm held the lantern – before he returned his attention to Marcus. “Are you drunk? There's no blue light in here, and I don't see any lanterns either. Good thing, too, or those bastards would've probably torched the place.”

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Oh dear, hold on for just a moment DrabberRogue; I think Habibi's short little post he PM'ed me deserves a reply.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

I don't necessarily dislike short posts, myself, if the situation calls for them (I know I've made several, including the most recent one, that were pretty short), but if you prefer I don't mind incorporating Marcus reaction into my next post either.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

It'll all right if times are tough, it happens, and I appreciate that you let us know. In general I'm okay with figuring out a way to handle temporary inactivity/low activity, as long as you (as in all of you) tell me about it.

Anyone else?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Does anyone want to post, or do you want me to progress a little further?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Eastern Yharnam, Hunter's clinic

Torquil's eyelids had been closing slowly as he stared at the now-lit lantern, his breathing getting slower and deeper as his posture relaxed. Marcus' exclamation disturbed and distracted him, however, and Torquil's eyes went wide as he gripped his axe, looking around confusedly for the supposed danger he was in.

Victor had had just enough time to let out a frustrated groan as he unearthed a pile of particularly fine shards of glass, marinaded in crimson liquid, before he, too, looked up at Marcus' warning. He looked from Torquil to Arcturus – not actually knowing who Marcus was talking to since no one but him and Draco had introduced themselves yet – before figuring that neither of those two appeared to be doing anything even remotely dangerous.
“What are you yammering about?” he grumbled, glaring at Marcus with displeasure. “Ever heard the story about the boy who cried wolf? Don't go around crying bloody murder when nothing's happening.”

The Prophecy

Remdal estate, Zerul City

Approximately six seconds after Angora's scream had been unleashed into the stillness of night, just about long enough for her to scramble for and get most of the way to the tub she had picked as the receptacle of her distress, a door was slammed open forcefully to one of the nearby rooms. It was opened hard and fast enough that the sound traveled well even through the dense construction of the Remdal estate and a slight tremor could be felt even in Angora's room. Just several seconds after that – long enough for Angora to be preoccupied by her own business – rapid, naked footfalls could be faintly heard just outside her door.
The door handle was swiftly, almost violently yanked downward, and the door was immediately swung inward with great urgency... only to stop in place when it was about halfway open, held in place, allowing the sound of Angora's ails to fill the air. If she were to look over, all she would be able to see through the halfway open door was half a pale hand, the tip of a silver-colored sword and maybe the edge of a very pale, fairly muscular shoulder. Then the door slowly and, if it was even possible for a door to express such a thing, awkwardly closed most of the way again, until only a crack about an inch wide remained.

“Angora?” Jaelnec's voice called out from the other side of the door, a hint of panicked uncertainty and urgency in his voice. The door trembled slightly, betraying that he was still holding its handle, ready to throw it open if he detected the need to do so.
More footfalls approached outside, more audible now that the door was partway open, though Angora was still mid-vomiting. These feet also sounded naked.
“You!” the voice of another young male exclaimed, which Angora might or might not, given their relatively brief acquaintance with one another, recognize as the voice of Thomas Remdal. “What in the planes did you do?”
“Me? I heard the scream and came running! I'm not –”
“You're naked and armed outside a girl's bedroom!”
“I thought she was in danger! I wasn't going to... wait, what in Stupor are you wearing?”
“Never mind that! The girl...”
“Yes!” The door opened another half an inch as Jaelnec seemingly refocused his attention on what he had been doing. “Angora? What happened?”

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Is that so? Are you here and would like to rejoin us, @Ashgan?

Also, since I realize I forgot to mention it in the IC post: the second pouch Marcus found did indeed contain gunpowder.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Eastern Yharnam, Hunter's clinic

Draco's words seemed to cause Victor to freeze in place, his previously rapidly shifting eyes instantly homing in and locking on the huntsman's form. His expression was strained but unchanging, though a quite visible reaction still managed to occur when it turned out that Draco's alteration of Victor's plan was a thinly veiled admonition against him speaking so casually of Adelicia being a Blood Saint. For just a second after this his eyes adapted an inhuman quality, only for Victor to tear his gaze from Draco and turn away, walking over to near where the Pthumerian had fallen.
“Like it matters,” he scoffed, moving to an overturned and mostly destroyed glass cabinet on the floor. “Anyone tempted to get near her would have to go through me first. Besides...” He looked back over the others assembled in the room. “It's a Night of the Hunt. Anyone still in the streets is assuredly already an enemy or an ally; the presence of a saint isn't going to change that. But whatever makes you feel better, I guess.”
With that Victor crouched down and started rummaging through the debris, shoving aside broken wood and glass in search of anything that might still be intact.

Torquil simply stood in place through most of this, even more reluctant to speak up now that there were new people around – one of which was a young, attractive girl – and demonstrate his broken speech. He clearly listened to what was being said, looking at each person as they spoke, but even then his attention still seemed to be continuously drawn back to the strange lantern that held the pride in place of the room. Once things seemed to calm down a little and the dangerous new character, Victor, seemed otherwise occupied, Torquil quickly approached the lantern to take a closer look.
Immediately upon approaching the Messengers crowded below the lantern seemed to react, bursting into a flurry of activity as they all seemed to reach up toward the lantern, waving their arms wildly in its direction. It took Torquil a moment to realize that the little ones were not just waving, but were doing something with their hands as they did so... like snapping their fingers?
Hesitantly the newly transformed Hunter reached his left hand toward the lantern and, copying the gesture made by the Messengers, snapped his fingers. Upon doing this the lantern was instantly filled with pale blue light.
Torquil chuckled, strangely amused by this, and now seemed completely transfixed by the lantern.