Habibi359

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Marcus’s fled in terror as the being came after him relentlessly. He didn’t care about the cots and hunters on them. The Being had only Marcus in its aims. Everything else was obstacles and barely inconveniences at that. Marcus pushed one cot after another against it as he fled, but “the Echo” always chose the path over them, fell them on it’s way and the comatose, screaming patients had no effect on the Being. It walked relentlessly towards Marcus, who couldn’t properly get to his cane.

Marcus lost precious time with each push. He could sprint to next cot and push it to the being, but it did not stop its movements. Soon there were two cots between them. And Marcus paused for a second to look at the impending doom in front of him: Eyes red as the blood moon had once been, inhuman being walking towards him as death incarnate. A Cot in front of him fell on the floor; then there was only one sleeping resident between Marcus and the being. Horror felt Marcus. He gripped the cot and with strength still unnatural to him, he pushed the cot against the being hard. Cot slammed like it had hit an impenetrable wall and fell down, but the patient flew against the being. Perhaps a nightmare had made it grab the being’s head or the limp body had flown on it’s shoulders, but the effect was immident. Horrendous screams the being started to attack the sleeper.

Marcus watched the bloodbath for a second. Being took hold of the patient and threw it to the ground hard. Then the being was above the patient and attacked, slashed the stomach again and again. Whatever the patient was seeing in his nightmares, Marcus dared to make no quess whether it was more pleasant being among horrors of the dreams or awake with the dark terror clawing the guts out.

Marcus ran, now not stopping against any cots as the being was occupied. He made it back to the cane. And grabbed it. There was little time before carnage behind him would find it’s end and then he would be once again a target, so he had to help the Warrior against the Beast.

Expect this wasn’t the case. Another sleeper had woken up. And by sheer bravery, idiocity or something else entirely, he was holding the beast from behind. Beast’s eye had been pierced by assailants thumb and beast was roaring in pain and frustration. The warrior fell down on the floor hard as the beast in it’s struggling swept the feet under him with a swift kick. And then the man tried to make a kill. Arms underneath the chin, feet against the back, he pulled and pulled hard. The beast was going to lose it’s consciousness, but then started to move backwards against the wall. Such a slam could have made the man lose his grip and put it in danger.

So Marcus ran towards the beast. Marcus's bestial instincts had awoken and decided to leap in order to strike at the beast's head. But in the air the beast would have an opportunity to attack Marcus with its weapons.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

I'll make a post now-ish!

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

I admit that the number of players could use a boost. I like this roleplay and would enjoy seeing people have adventures here.

As for the situation at hand. Though I am moderately ok with two latter solutions in case @DrabberRogue can't join in soon, I would prefer a deus ex machina over godmoding the character due to my philosophy regarding RP in general.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Marcus’s effort was more successful than he had expected. Though the claw’s grip was firm, Marcus roared, pushed hard and shoved with his feet even harder. His heart was like a row of muskets shooting one after another in his chest and as the being lost it’s grip, Marcus flew backwards several yards.

His fly through the room ended on a corner of a clot. Marcus bounced on the corridor and rolled a moment on the floor. There was a moment when he was on the floor as the clot fell over and it’s screaming patient fell with it, when Marcus was trying to figure out what had happened. Such a leap was not easy for Marcus, not even with a running start. But now the inhuman inside him had once again showed what Marcus could do. Monstrous strength. Beastial transformation. Wild instinct to hunt and attack. The body he had now felt more and more alien to him and he couldn’t promise that his mind was his either.

Truly, he had awaken from a nightmare into another one far more real and horrible. To a world where he was wrong and everything was trying to kill him. But his problem right now was the dark being, “Echo”. Instincts, whether his own or the sinister hunter inside him took over and he rose to face the assailant. It was roaring as it had almost fell backwards from Marcus’s kick, but it instead it fell forward and fell down on it’s all fours. And then like a beast, it ran on it’s four limbs and was coming to him.

Marcus’s problem was that he was now without a weapon to fight against the being. And with his bare hands against the beast’s lethal claws there was nothing else to do but to evade the being. The labyrinth of cots was already broken from it’s beautiful symmetry and it was likely that the being would run over some cots to get Marcus. Nevertheless, he started to sprint. Run as fast as he could, trying to evade the beast with one column of cots between him and the raging being, aiming to get back to the cane. And closer to the Warrior, who was fighting against the beast.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

I misread the following part

Marcus successfully tore the monster's hand from his bloody shoulder while simultaneously launching himself several meters away.

And thought that Marcus actually ripped the hand off of the Mad One. Heh. Was wondering if Mad One was that fragile. Anyway, this answers my question.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

I'll make a post tomorrow evening. Wondering though, Marcus ripped Mad One's hand. Has it grown the hand back or is it crawling and attacking with an arm stump?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

To clarify @Ashgan, Marcus imagines things.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

When Marcus came back to his senses, he couldn’t believe his eyes. He had of course seen and known what happened, but now he had hard time to understand exactly what had happened. His hand had transformed into something inhuman, claws sharp and long and lethal. Without a hesitation whatsoever it had went to the being’s belly. Or was it his own bloodlust that had made Marcus grip the beast’s guts, stomach, liver or whatever there was inside the being that felt no pain, only hate. As he looked at his hand, it was transforming back to normal hand at quick pace. However the blood was still there along with pieces of organs that he had just ripped. Further down his trousers too were painted red with blood.

Marcus was distraught by the sight and the feeling of... Satisfaction that lingered somewhere deep. He had slaughtered a being, its eyes went dark and it made him feel good in inhuman way. The being, "echo" was still standing and hand was still having a dead man’s strength that held his shoulder, but slowly loosening its grip. The being had came close, four inches from his throat, despite his best efforts to push it back. His right palm had nasty bite marks. But the jaws lost it's strength and the head dropped limp. Marcus pulled the left hand and the rifle out of beings mouth.

Marcus made a quick look over the being’s shoulder. The Warrior had wounded the beast’s knee. Beast had brought a sword to seemingly block the most out of damage from his attack. Marcus saw the same transformation in his hand. He wondered if this man had already noticed what had happened to him? Did he already use this power, this urge to kill against the being? Behind him Marcus heard some scuffling outside the. Had there been help coming? A yell of pain and another gunshot. There was also a roar. That of a beast’s, Marcus thought. Third one they would have to fight?

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Marcus was about to push the being off when he heard the familiar sound. His senses went sharp. This time it was not as calm and haunting, but more desperate, like signalling the whole town that there was a band of marauders coming and everyone should go to shelter expect those prepared to fight. He felt great pain in his shoulder as the claw twitched again and dig deep in his shoulder. He roared in surprise. Like a reflex, Marcus looked into the being’s eyes. The darkness vanished as they eyes ignited even more fiery than before, Marcus felt like he was looking inside shotgun barrels as someone pulled the trigger. Deep inside him he felt his heartbeat rise to abnormal height. Time seemed to slow down. Marcus saw the being’s skull reform once more and heard being’s bones in right arm snap in place.

And just like that, the being’s grip from his shoulder was extremely tight. By instinct alone, he gripped the hand. As Marcus felt a pull in his shoulder as being started to rise him, he heard the damnedest thing. Something Marcus hadn’t heard in years. His sister.

“The Bell” she said. Marcus’s every fibre of being went to hear that voice. “You have to stop the bell! It beckons monstrous things”

Marcus felt the fire burn his lungs. He had to save his sister. Get to her. And Marcus gritted his teeth with wrath. With the last touch of his feet on the ground, he kicked some momentum away from the creature. He swang forward until his feet hit the being’s chest. He released his left hand from the rifle and gripped the arm holding his shoulder. He pushed with his both hands so that claw would release it’s grip, and did the same with his feet and stomach. He tried his best to drop down from the creature’s grasp, grap the cane and smack the being’s leg with it.

It was likely that if this succeeded, Marcus would fall to his back and the creature’s claw would make deep, nasty marks to his right shoulder.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

I'm quite busy this week but I'll do my best to throw a post on Thursday.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Marcus made contact with the cane to echo’s right arm. Something broke into pieces. If being had anything similar to humans inside its skins, Marcus had shattered creature’s humerus. A feat that he couldn’t done typically, especially with one hand. Strength he possessed was terrifying if Marcus was to give thought to it. To no longer be human but a hunter.

Was it a shred of thought that he gave to the being, the gunshot ringing through the air or sudden noise made from warrior companion’s rush, but Marcus had not payed attention. The echo had once again moved without giving a thought to it’s broken arm. The left claw came suddenly and grabbed Marcus’s shoulder. Grip was tight and his right arm couldn’t move to make a proper strike. He made an effort as a reflex, but his elbow couldn't muster the strength to strike strongly against the being with the cane.

Before he could make any further attacks, Marcus saw the being’s mouth. Inhuman gaping hole full of saliva and nasty set of teeth attached to its gums. Marcus had once, with his gang, fought against a beast, but then there were ten of them. Spears and fire bombs they had used, and still Marcus remembered as it’s jaws snapped in front of him before several spears made it pissed and it aimed it’s deadly row of teeth to others. Back then Marcus’s reaction had been to pull back few feet and strike the beast with his spear. Now the situation was much more dire. Marcus felt a pull in his shoulder. It's going to eat me, Marcus heard himself think.

Thought left Marcus’s mind as something else took control of him. Something that didn’t fear death but snarled at the face of it. Marcus’s left arm still held the rifle he had acquired previously. Though there were no bullets, it had proven it's worth once against the echo. He threw the rifle sideways into the being's mouth, between the teeth, and pushed himself away with left arm. Barrel was not that thick and stock was made of wood, possibly not hard enough against the being’s maw. Marcus’s left hand was at the mercy of the being’s teeth.

But the being’s arm was stuck to his shoulder, other arm limp and its mouth at bay. And the stomach was bare and ripe for taking. What it would be to pull right arm completely free and take it’s guts, stomach or liver! Something said in Marcus's mind. His arm released the cane and acted like on it's own, reaching for the echo's guts...