Dark Jack

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Did you still want to post, @rocketrobie2, or are you waiting for Decimate?

I'd also still like to hear from you, @DrabberRogue.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

I'm very sorry to hear that. Please take your time.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Update?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Who wants to go next? Maybe you (or Arcturus, rather) has something to add @DrabberRogue?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Eastern Yharnam, Hunter's clinic, back room

Upon hearing Nigel ask whether the substance Victor was drenched in was blood, the Hunter frowned before glancing down at himself, confirming how thoroughly soaked he was, and then swept the room in front of him – looking at the dead beast, the several human corpses, the blood-splatters and the dangling bits of intestine hanging off some of the furniture – before looking back at Nigel. His expression had gone from annoyance to disappointment, though he seemed somewhat mollified when Ludolf confirmed that the substance was, indeed, blood.
Because Nigel was expressly looking at Victor:
Though Victor seemed to look down at himself with an air of sarcasm initially, he seemed momentarily surprised with what he found. His eyes quickly scanned his entire body, especially noting the tears in his clothes from the times he had been wounded earlier, but generally just seeming to gauge the spread and quantity of blood covering him. For as attentive as Victor was of everything around him, he also curiously seemed to avoid eye-contact with anyone.

“Yeah,” Victor confirmed grimly, looking once more to the beast with its obviously broken neck sprawled across the floor at one end of the room. “Seems the clods running this place bolted when the bells rang, and someone thought they could help themselves to some sleeping Hunters.”
He gestured to Torquil, Arcturus and through the doorway behind him to Marcus. “These guys woke up and held them off until I got here. Also killed that one.” He pointed at the dead beast. There was a note of approval in his voice.

About at this time, Torquil pointed with his left hand – his right hand holding his hatchet – towards the cabinet that Ludolf had been learning against before jumping away to escape the Messengers. “Little men!”* he garbled.
Over there, still plainly visible to all of the Paleblood Hunters and invisible to Victor, the four Messengers that had crowded around Ludolf's feet had seemingly taken to try to communicate. One of them had turned its face – void even of the sockets for eyes, and with but an empty round, somewhat wrinkled mouth-like hole – to Ludolf once more, and was gesturing with its hands for him to come closer. The other three Messengers had moved to the base of the cabinet itself, with two of them throwing their tiny bodies flat against the front of its wooden doors, raking their hands down the side soundlessly and powerlessly. The last Messenger instead laid low against the floor, as if trying to look under the cabinet, while reaching into the gap created by the stubby wooden feet of the cabinet with its hands, as if trying to reach something.

(What Torquil actually sounded like:
*“E'hl meh!”)

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Just in case it's a concern, I'm assuming that you still want to post, Decimate, and wait for you before I write one of my own.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

By the way, I don't remember if I put this anywhere future (which is also to say most of the current) players could see it, but I purposefully don't necessarily describe everything in a scene to the greatest possible detail or with perfect accuracy. I will usually mention plainly obvious things in a scene that pretty much anyone would be able to perceive without even trying - or, when I'm writing from the perspective of a particular character rather than a disembodied narrator, describe what that character in particular is perceiving - but there might be more that I'm not mentioning, or that the characters wouldn't be able to know without making an effort to figure out.
For instance, earlier (before you joined, Decimate and rocketrobie) Victor was searching the remains of a destroyed cabinet in the reception of the clinic (the room adjacent to where the characters are currently) and found a box that has yet to be examined more closely. I had described the debris, but not hinted that there was anything in there.

Now, I don't intend this to be either an escape-room-ish you-need-to-look-specifically-at-everything-one-pixel-at-a-time nor a table-top kind of situation where you can fail skill-checks or dice rolls. My idea is that if a character wants to actively try to perceive something somehow, you just say so and I will supply the results of their surveying. Focused examination will give a very detailed description, and broad examination (say, "look around and listen carefully") a more general description, though probably still more detailed than what I throw at you "for free".

If you at any point start to feel that this kind of setup is annoying or any way detrimental to your enjoyment, just say so and I will start dropping more hints as to where the characters might find interesting things.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Took the lack of objection as permission. Posted.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Eastern Yharnam, Hunter's clinic, back room

This new Hunter in particular was bad news. Even before jumping in shock and disgust at nothing – or at least appeared to Victor as nothing – and thus confirming that he, too, was in all likelihood an immortal like these others probably were, the man's words caused Victor to frown. So few words, yet so much revealed about the man's personal opinions and beliefs.
For starters, he referred to becoming a Hunter as a “gift,” which was an unusual stance to take on the subject. To most citizens Hunters were a necessary evil; violent, bloodthirsty demi-humans that were only slightly better than actual beasts, and easily as dangerous. Most Yharnamites both feared and derided Hunters, which they made no secret of and which was one of the main reasons that Moira and her Black Church had gained traction in the first place. To most people, including Victor himself, becoming a Hunter was part of the price they had to pay for blood healing, not part of the reward. For someone to consider becoming a Hunter a distinctly positive thing, they had to have a great desire for power or thirst for violence, enough so that they were essentially willing to risk losing all other aspects of their life to achieve that.
The other statement that revealed his personal beliefs was what Victor would paraphrase as “nothing is free in Yharnam.” While Victor probably agreed somewhat with the sentiment, at least as far as the Healing Church was concerned, saying it out loud still revealed a particular dislike for Yharnam.
And this, he thought grimly, is who Dietrich, or Harold, or whoever made the decision, decided to turn into an immortal soldier. Great.
Finally and much less damningly, the Hunter's lack of awareness of the “price” he had paid for the “gift” of being made a Hunter revealed that he had some unusually extensive amnesia. It was not uncommon for Hunters to forget parts of their past during metamorphosis, but this man did not even remember the treatment or the bargain that resulted in it.

Victor turned to Torquil next to him, pointing at the spot on the floor that apparently shocked and appalled this stranger so much. “More little men?”
Torquil nodded, confirming Victor's suspicion. He turned back to the distasteful immortal, going his best not to outwardly sigh in exasperation over having to have this conversation.
“So you see little men,” he remarked more loudly, making it clear that he was once again addressing the person in the opposite side of the room. “That means you're special, too. Congratulations. Seems like there's an awful lot of special Hunters here.”
It was not until he had spoken the words out loud that Victor realized just how bitter he sounded, which probably did not make a whole lot of sense to these people, considering that as far as they knew – or he wanted them to know – they could just see things he could not. Hopefully they would not discover their own immortality until they were well and truly under the control of the Healing Church.
“And I don't want anything,” he continued, only a little less bitterly than before. “I have offered these guys that they can follow me to the Cathedral Ward for briefing and equipment, and I suppose the same offer extends to you two.” He indicated the two newly awakened Hunters by pointing with his sword.
“But we all fill a contract before becoming Hunters,” he finally reminded the other. “I don't know what your contract said, but it's usually something like 'become a Hunter and hunt beasts', and maybe 'don't make a mess of Yharnam'.” He shrugged. In truth, Victor had no idea what was in the contract he had signed back then; he had been much more concerned about not dying or living in constant agony at the time than the consequences. He figured it was something like that, though.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Would someone else like to post, or should I go ahead?