Fantasy Hunter's Moon: The Sin & Sentence [IC] [CLOSED]

[Dmaster]

The hunter clenched his fist around his sword somewhat tighter, only to relax it slowly. "Wonderful. When we come across the many-mawed spider demon asking for food and lodging I get first pick on befriending them next." Hudson growled as he followed behind Vincent.

 

[Stormpooper]

"Hm. I suppose I could use company." She follows Vincent. "I'm willing to provide my medical expertise in exchange for protection if that is fair."

 

[Infab]

"Do you always complain this much? How the hell does your wife tolerate it?" asked Riberta, looking to Hudson again before following Vincent. Vincent glanced back to Irene. "I'd suggest earning trust first." he said, raising an eyebrow.

 

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

Loque cuts Vincent a look. For goodness sake, do they all think she’ll eat just about anyone? No. Only the poor and the beggars. That way she can serve society and herself at the same time! Getting rid of Escaria’s dregs and outcasts have never been more fulfilling.

 

[Stormpooper]

"if it helps, I bear no ill intentions, except those bags of groaning meat earlier, terrible conversationalists." She adjusts her coat.

 

[Emperor Sagan]

"Removing mask is manners," Inari said, though she agreed with Loque on this matter. Still - her own protests didn't seem to matter here, and Vincent made the call. She shook her head, but then laughed at the newcomer's offer. "Ah, yes, accept medicine from stranger! Wake up cursed, missing body parts!"

She readjusted her hand on the hilt of her sword in slight irritation. This person didn't really seem all that threatening, though she was always weary of a stranger on the road. The mask didn't help, either.

Her pale eyes focused back on the doctor. "One who asks for protection should not insult the warriors, no?" She did have to admit, having some fodder around could be rather useful.

 

[Dmaster]

"I've learned not to complain around her so much. Then again I have very little reason to, aside from the food and clothing over there." he muses back, though his tone of voice masks if he is being serious or not. When Irene speaks up he looks back to her before piping up himself. "That's real kind of you to say such. I prefer my murderer to lie about doing it before making the attempt." Hudson says. That was clearly sarcasm.

 

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

"Just you wait until she shape shifts..." she continues whispering.

 

[Stormpooper]

"I'll prove myself in due course, time reveals all eventually." She shoots Inari a look. "Except my mask."

 

[Radley]

Time reveals all. Gödrun hung up on the statement. It was something she was very familiar with the concept of time dispelling all illusions and making even the greatest sinner and the strongest of hearts beg for salvation.

Gödrun walked up next to Irene and turned her mask towards the doctor. "I shalt strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger, those who would attempt to poison and destroy brothers." She simply said, before turning forward and resuming her slow march down the road.

 

[Stormpooper]

"Lovely." Irene snorted in bemusement.

 

[Breadman]

Try something sneaky, and Henderson and Loque get to eat you

"I don't eat disease carriers." Henderson gave his own short answer. "Maim, cripple, eviscerate-yes. Eat-no."

 

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

“Me neither.” replies Loque. “I only ever eat depressed and sexually frustrated demon hunters.”

 

[K0mori]

Anya skulked behind the others under her dark speckled hair, black hat and greatcoat, rendering her an easily-forgettable shadow behind Inari. "I think we should welcome stranger, only if stranger can tell where she comes from," she declared, resting her clawed hand on the handle of her short sword.

 

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

“Stranger can lie, Anya. We shouldn’t trust so easily. Especially one not chosen by you-know-who.”

 

[Stormpooper]

"I come from Tsavania, roamed the forests when I was child, collecting bugs and fancy herbs." Irene Idly remarked. "That was also how I decided to study medicine." she added.

 

[K0mori]

At Loque's warning, Anya's eyes went wide, and then became very sharp. "True, true..." she hissed. Then, the doctor claimed to be Tsavanian, and Anya bristled even moreso. "Where in Tsavania?" she demanded. "What year?"

 

[Stormpooper]

"I came from Dorinsk, didn't keep track of the year though." she idly replied.

 

[K0mori]

Continuing to glare, Anya sunk back a bit into the shadows once more, toward Loque, and drew her sword slowly out of it's leather scabbard. "Nyet... I do not like that answer. This one is too strange to trust. I speak quickly before, did not think."

 

[Damian0358]

In the air, Takato kept up a steady pace behind the now-befeathered Venextos, having done his best to significantly reduce the prominence of not only his oni aura but also his hermitic aura to avoid being spotted without any sort of visual aid. In turn, however, while he was joining Venextos to scout out a path from above, he was also trying to spot whatever non-Hollow auras existed in Sheol - knowing where the Priest was, that was important and could allow them to make a path not only to him, but one surrounding him, and he was certain that his aura would be akin to most people of the faith, though institutional, spiritual or cultish, he wasn't sure he was going to expect.

 

[Emperor Sagan]

"Don't keep track of year?" Inari asked, confused. "Who don't know year? Or year of birth and age?" It was a strange enough thing to her that she wondered again if this person may have been human - or - perhaps someone trapped down here for a long time and not entirely collected in the temple of the mind. Many things were possible, it seemed.

She glanced between Anya and the newcomer as they spoke, and Inari focused back on Anya. "Maybe ask question only local know?" She suggested, though her eyes flickered slightly when the werewolf woman drew out her sword from its scabbard. A drawn sword... so easily these people drew them.

 

[EdwardDewey98]

The trio continued to make their way up a building. It looked like an old watchtower, now dilapidated just like everything else in the city. While heading up the building, Aliana wondered how this ancient town once looked like. Jakob wasn't a demonologist, he had no knowledge on the occult, of whatever creatures live in the Abyss and it's ancient history, but he did know a few basic things told by the occasional savant in Red Gorge. "For what I understand, it was probably built by a previous King of the Abyss, but after that King died it just became a place for the Hollow... or maybe, just maybe, those damned souls refused to give in to the demons and built this themselves." He then shrugged. "I'd be interesting topic for a book. I bet my buddy Theodore would love exploring the Abyss just to learn more... and... not suffer for all eternity." As they continued going up the tower, Jakob did not feel any strong or particularly noteworthy auras in the building, manly of lone and probably catatonic hollows. "Alright..." he said once they reached the top of the tower. He admired the look of the ancient city for a while, there was something pretty about it he couldn't describe at the moment. "...Here we are girls, do you think you can teach Aliana how to use her rifle then Gwen? I have no problem teaching her if you don't want to." He gave both girls a friendly smile. "I used to be a sergeant in Atracan army so, I like to think I know this sort of stuff."

 

[SniperComZero]

Whilst making their way up the stairs, Aliana wondered aloud just how the place around them looked when it was built. The thought briefly entered Gwen's head, too. But, given from how she expects demons behave, and the empirical evidence that they've gathered about their surroundings so far, she could make a fair guess. "...Like shit, probably!" Her answer to her fellow elf was much more concise than Jakob's. Much as she loved discussing history and politics, now wasn't quite the time, as she understood.

It took a few firm boots for her to smash through the rotten wood at the top of the tower, before they were given quite the vantage point over the city. "Ah, here we are, mes amis!" She announced to the two behind her, taking a deep breath... and immediately regretting it, as evidenced by the visible cringe on her features. She really needs to stop being such a showboater. Looking at it from on top, she had to admit... that there really wasn't much difference between the look of this place, and any other human city she'd visited on her way to Eternis. "Do you think you can teach Aliana how to use her rifle then Gwen?" A slight tilt of her head, before a titter from the elf. "Of course-- of course. The basics of it are simple. Ah, deceptively so, perhaps. It's applying that which is difficult." She looked over to Aliana, before tipping her head over, motioning to the edge of the tower. "Come on, ma petite amie."

 

[Fubuki]

Aliana followed the group as they made their way quietly through the alley and up the stairs. With Gwen's response, the town likely did look terrible when it was built. A few minutes later, and the group reaches the top of the tower. There was hardly any air up here, as it was down at the ground floor. The wood was scratchy and didn't feel good as she walked on it, but she didn't care for the moment.

Gwen was such a showboater, wondering just how she managed to make it this far without gloating out loud to the entire group in that weird language of hers. She looked out the sides of the tower, seeing the town as it stretches out beyond the tower. There's probably thousands of those zombies roaming the streets, she thought, looking down at the ruined city. Jakob speaks up, encouraging Gwen to start giving Aliana rifle lessons. She looked down at her rifle, tapping a claw against the wood furnishing of the gun. Better now than never, she thought.

"It shouldn't be too hard, then." She says, looking Gwen firmly in the eyes. A newfound bravery she's not accustomed to, she hikes herself up to the edge of the tower, getting down on a knee and looking upon the hoard shambling down the street. "Let's hope you know what you're doing as well, [my friend]." She spoke Tsavanian for the last phrase, matching Gwen's propensity for speaking her native tongue.

 

[Stormpooper]

"Your hostilities are unwarranted. And illogical. If I were to make any attempts at harming any one of you, the rest of you would kill me in mere seconds, and I would have only accomplished bruising one of you." Irene grumbled, adjusting her vest again, the bottles and jars in and on her vest clinking audibly.