>>2016261
>Big guy is in fact here to tear apart your asshole
Wanna see the look on his face.

>>2016261
>Pfff I dunno

>>2016261
>Yep you got it done

>>2016542
>>2016261
>Pfff I dunno

>>2016261
>>Yep you got it done

"Well he is Greek, so maybe?"

>>2016624
>>2016542
>>2016589
>>2016555

>2 for you got it done
>2 for I don't know you tell me

I'll wait 10 minutes before rollan, also

>FBPcmGod
>God

THE LORD IS IN THIS THREAD FOLKS

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>2016589
>>2016624

After the roll I'm writing

You hold out your hands and give Hans the most shit-eating of grins you're able to pull off. "Pffffft, I dunno. You tell me bossman: I'm here aren't I? They're deader than your dad is boyo." You tell him a bit theatrically, both Lyc and Sam repress chuckles from this. Hans just shrugs and takes a chug from a bottle of rum.

"Anyways, who is the big one there anyhow? Norse god?"

"Meet Lycaon, also known as the guy who's a werewolf and ate his kids." When you say it he frowns and grumbles something about "It was just one time"

Hans' eyes widen up, "Well slap my ass with Satan's paddle. You got the goddamn Greekwolf himself, you deserve a drink my man." He says elated, standing up and stumbling across the booze room. Sam nudges your ribs playfully

"Eh? His drinks aren't good enough for me, but you may like 'em."

You frown at Sam, goddamn alcoholic voodoo deities. No appreciation for fine booze.

"So what kind of drink do you want anyhow?" Hans asks you

>Just insert what you want to drink, Hans has got nearly any kind of booze imaginable

>>2016756
Dirtiest vodka he has

>>2016756
>THE SOULS OF THE INNOCNET.

A bagel.

What do you mean a bagel isnt a drink?

Something that would kill a mortal then.

>>2016756
>>2016858
You, I like you.
Have my vote.

I hope they don't actually have souls. Otherwise I'm going to feel bad.

>>2016756
Orfines tears

>>2016261
I request if we ever get in a fight with the vatican we have to sing 'stairway to heaven' while tearing them apart.

>>2016756
Absinthe

>>2016915
Absinthe
Is pretty good
Used to drink that

>>2016947
I'd wake up in a different place every time I drank that with unexplained things surrounding me.

>>2016915
In addendum: Knocking on heavens door too.

>>2016858
>>2016865

A bagel

>>2016915
>>2016947

Absinthe

I'll wait 10 minutes

>>2016959
Naver goten that bad off it
But it was nice couse no one eils ever wanted to try it so all for me at thr party.
Also worked out if you mox it with sprit it dosnt taste strong at all

>>2016984
I assume you mean sprite which yeah I'd mix mine with any lemonade really.

>>2016981
Beagle

>>2017019
Can you even drink a dog?

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>2016981

1. Bagel
2. Absinthe

>>2017019

Jesus anon, do you hate dogs or something?

>>2017027
But can you?

"Give me some absinthe my boyo." You say holding up a hand, Hans gives a nod. Pulling out a good two liter sized bottle of the stuff and tosses it to you.

Instead of catching it in your hand you have a shadow tendril catch it and pop off the top. You tip it up to your mouth and start chugging away.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Sam getting some rum and Lyc getting scotch. You three and bossman all having a shared bonding experience over drinking.

So question is, what now?

>Ask Hans if Lycaon could stay here
>Fuck business keep drinking
>Write in

>>2017040

I mean...you could, but do you really want to drink a dog?

>>2017067
>Ask Hans if Lycaon could stay here

>>2017067
>Ask Hans if Lycaon could stay here

"Hans man, Lycaon's a pretty good guy. Plus he's good at killing shit. Why not let him stay here? I mean you got me here and the Loa's freeloading."

You get a rum bottle broken over your head by Sam, looking at her she's unamused. "I"M JUST SAYING!" You nearly yell to her, she rolls her eyes and gets another bottle of rum

"Hmmmm, convince me. Well better than your initial reasons you listed." He says with his mouth on the bottle, Lyc looks between you and him with a raised eyebrow

Roll for me, and give a good argument
DC: 65

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>2017153
So, unlike myself and Sam here, Lyacon is actually well adjusted to living in the modern world. Also, he looks vaguely human when he isn't furry, and can behave like a normal person. I can't go two minutes talking to boring people without popping a few heads, Lyacon just internalises that and takes it out on some chickens! Imagine, a living weapon who can infiltrate somewhere, find out whats happening, then deal with it, everything you need agents to do wrapped up in one! Also, how does the saying go? better the wolf inside the tent pissing out than the wolf outside the tent pissing in and about to pounce and try to kill you?

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>2017153
He's a master hunter, you hunt monsters. What more do you need?

>>2017193
>>2017179

Either way you win, fine work anons. Fine work indeed, writing

"You see Hans: unlike myself and Sam here, Lyacon is actually well adjusted to living in the modern world. Also, he looks vaguely human when he isn't furry, and can behave like a normal person. I can't go two minutes talking to boring people without popping a few heads, Lyacon just internalizes that and takes it out on some chickens! Imagine, a living weapon who can infiltrate somewhere, find out what's happening, then deal with it, everything you need agents to do wrapped up in one! Also, how does the saying go? better the wolf inside the tent pissing out than the wolf outside the tent pissing in and about to pounce and try to kill you? Besides! He's a master hunter! You hunt monsters. What more do you need?"

Hans looks at Lycaon and nods, "Fuck it, best pull your weight around here my furry friend. You know...because I have a freeloader and a dick." He says patting Lyc on his gigantic shoulders. Lyc gives a nod

"Of course, of course. I'll be sure to do my part like a good little communist.

"...You asshole."

>What now?

>Skip to tomorrow for an assignment
>Keep dicking around tonight
>Write in

>>2017337
>Skip to tomorrow

>>2017337
Keep dicking around tonight.

>>2017337
The dicken must be done
Drunk dickenings on thr st

>>2017337
>>Skip to tomorrow for an assignment

>>2017337
>Skip to tomorrow for an assignment

can we use eldrich geomoetys to create a flask thats potrtla to the elemental plain of booze?

>Another goddamn tie

Not making this easy for me, that's for sure

NEVERMIND TIME TO SKIP TO TOMORROW, WRITING

>>2017932

There is no such plane sadly

>>2017938

obviously we need to rectify that at some point

and not just any booze,Spirytus Delikatesowy.

Time flys by as you've gotten shit faced with new faces and an old one. Over all not a bad first day and night back in the mortal world all things considered.

The next day things go well enough for the morning, relatively boring all things considered. But now Hans has called for you to come into his office, business you guess.

>Head for Hans
>Seig and or heil with Konrad
>Go harass Mike
>Hang out with Sam
>Talk with Lycaon
>Write in

>>2017992
>Head for Hans
Fun times to get out again.
>Seig and or heil with Konrad
If we see him on the way

>>2017992
>>Head for Hans

Fuck it, best not to keep the boss man a waiting. As you head on down to Hans' office you give a salute to Konrad as you pass by him. Good guy, good guy. Once you make your way into the office Hans is surprisingly not drinking, huh.

"There you are Erishel, come on in." Hans says warmly

"Something you want to talk with me about?"

"Yeah, turns out that Hellsing got a whiff of what we did bringing out out." Hans mutters grimly, well it's not like you're surprised. But you suppose it could be worse. "They're breathing down my neck about all this so, I need you to do me a small favor."

"I'm all ears Hans, lay it on me." You say with out stretched arms, he nods. Reaching into the drawers he pulls out a plane ticket.

"You're heading for jolly old England my friend. Hellsing's stomping grounds of tea, crumpets, and the Queen." Hans says sardonically with a wide smile on his face, "Now do me a much larger favor: PLEASE don't kill anyone in a way someone could find out?"

You smile, "Never made a promise I can't keep."

>That'll be it from me for now, sorry. Just been tired today, we'll pick up Sunday

>>2018177

assuming abridge,d we are going to track down alucard and sharea drink with him

>>2018177
Damm this is going to be fun

SESSION HAPPENING SOON, WHO ALL'S HERE?

>>2023923
I am!

>>2023923
sup son

>>2023923
Sup

>>2023931
>>2023971
>>2023977

Alright then, I'll start in around 12 minutes

Well you've just been told that you'll be heading to England to meet with the Hellsing organization. That sounds easy enough, but you have time to kill.

>What now?

>Yeah may as well get prepped and a bit drunk before heading to Crumpetland
>Nah, may as well head to the airport now
>Fuck airports! You can head there now!
>Write-in

>>2024037
>Fuck airports! You can head there now!
shroedinger aint the only teleporter it seems
also why is hellsing mad at us again?

>>2024037
>Nah may as well head to the Airport now.
We should see how much Grimm are willing to pay out for plane tickets. And whats the point of having a travel budget if you don't blow it on a huge plane for yourslef!

>>2024062

Because Grimm let out you, an überpowerful eldritch being that they can barely control

Rolled 1 (1d2)

Fuck it, gotta break the tie. Whatever it lands on I'll write after a snack break

>>2024082
did you hit enter halfway or something?

>>2024163

Ah shit looks like I did.

>>2024175
Can I vote teleport into customs in England?

>>2024175
just give me my full answer in the next story update

>>2024179

I mean, not like I'd stop you

>>2024037
>Lyacon
>Fuck planes.
>Not literally... Today... maybe later.

Well no time like the present! Via teleporting shenanigans, you find yourself at an airport with people passing by and more staring at you now.

The smell of hobo piss, British foods and drinks, lots of smells coming right into your nose.

Well, this should be a fun trip to the land of tea for sure. So now that you're here, question is this

>Straight to business?
>Or harass the locals?
>Write in

>>2024273
>Straight to business?
the name hellsing sound familiar
didnt that guy fuck with one of our creations?

>>2024180

Think of it like this: it's part paranoia, part jealously really. Not much anger but PLENTY of worrying

oh great more germans messing with the supernatural like we havent enough of those -Integra
Lieahsire why does that nale sound familiar better dream about this while crying blood - alucard
OH FOR FUCKS SAKE HOW MANY SECRET SUPERNATURAL SOCIETIES AL OF A SUDDEN?- Seras
btw wich do you consider the correct spelling seras or seres or do you think a c should be in there somewhere?

>>2024273
Straight to business. Its going to be more fun

>>2024273
>>Or harass the locals?
Too much business and not enough eldritch shenanigans

>>2024306

Seras, someone says it's another spelling and I'll kill them where they stand. And it seems straight to business it is then, writing

>>2024306

Fuck it, we're an unholy abomination, we can say it either way, possibly at the same time.

> Straight to business

Business before pleasure, as they say...oh, what the hell, let's tip a few paintings along the way.

>>2024336
i do like the idea of us acting like abridged alucard so that canon alucard can play straight man considering thats what his role was in the the original comedy wise

>>2024306
Isn’t it just after WW2? So no police girl, and Sir Integra is a child, if she’s even alive. Or do I have the year wrong?

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Well there's no time to lose, you begin your search through out the airport of the "mighty" English Commonwealth. Searching nooks and crannies left right and center, but you don't seem to find anything really. However you did just look around the airport, because fuck it there's probably someone in this place waiting for you.

However it's a different story on going outside, there's a limo. A fine gent in a blacksmith holding up a sign reading "COME ON IN." You approach the man and for what feels like nearly a lifetime you two look at one another. "Are you Him?" He asks pretty vaguely, well...vague to anyone who isn't you.

You give him a nod, he opens up the door. And you step on in. He comes in too before closing the door, another one is here with you. An old man, hair still black surprisingly despite from the looks of things pushing 70 and pulled back into a ponytail of all goddamn things. Wearing a suit vest with tie, some slacks, dress shoes, and a monocle.

"We figured that you would be here early." He says with a polite smile, "Happy that you didn't keep us waiting. Ah, where are my manners? It's a pleasure to meet you: I am Walter C. Dornez, servant of lady Integra Hellsing, and former trump card to the Hellsing organization."

>Introduce yourself, come on the guy was polite after all.
>Make a joke about something relating to the old man (what?)
>Write in

>>2024416

Canonically, right now it's just a couple hours away from Ultimate 1 happens

>>2024416
i dont think the year was stated
>>2024421
nevermind then we are somwhere during the 1st and 4th movie also
>Introduce yourself, come on the guy was polite after all.

>>2024427
>>2024426
i should have been faster

>>2024421
>Introduce yourself, come on the guy was polite after all.
>”Former? Your mortal body couldn’t keep up with the vampire?”, read his mind as we ask this

>>2024421

Might as well be courteous back for now, at least until (SPOILERS). Then he's free game like anyone else.

>>2024443
>>2024421

this

Polite with a question it is then

>>2024421
>Be courteous.
>Read his mind, courteously.

"Well it's nice to meet Walter, you may call me Erishel. Then again names don't mean much for me." You tell the old man with a shrug, he gives a nod of understanding. "A quick question. Old age couldn't help you keep up with the ageless eh?"

He chuckles at that, "Yes. These old bones couldn't keep up." He says rather....positively? You're not buying it: you begin reading his mind.

"Goddamn immortal bullshit, 'no such thing as an immortal' my ass. Ageless regenerating son of a bitch." He grumbles in his thoughts. Guess he's got some envy running around in there.

>Well, got questions for him? Ask him. Just tell the questions

>>2024585
So how does it feel being obsolete?

>>2024585
>so if you're the FORMER trump card who's the current?
gonna give chaos a chance to explain wich version of alucard were dealing with here

>>2024585
>You know it bothers him, find more stuff. Keep reading his mind.
>So what your favorite kind of tea? Favorite Queen?
>Thoughts on Ireland/scotland?
>Anything good to drink around here?

>>2024607
This works. Suitably dickish, while not being annoying in such a way that would appear on a recording.

>>2024607
these also seem good too

"So how does it feel to be obsolete?"

"I may no longer be the trump card of Hellsing, I'm still of use to lady Integra. Not obsolete yet." He says before smiling, "At least not until I'm 90 or so." He says chuckling, you shrug. You can take a guess he's internally complaining about the new trump, speaking of which.

"So what can you tell me about the new trump for your organization?" You ask Walter

"He's rather....well I'll let you see for yourself when we get to the manor." He states still smiling, asshole making you wait.

"Hmmm. Thoughts on the Irish and Scots?"

"Irish are alcoholic moochers and the Scots are loud and annoying braggarts." Alright so he doesn't like them.

"Favorite queen?"

"Victoria." Fine choice! You knew you did something right with getting rid of Albert. The Victorian times were the best

"Favorite tea?"

"Ceylon tea."

"Anything to drink in here?"

"Water and tea, that's all." FUCK.

Cont.

>>2024744
>You knew you did something right with getting rid of Albert. The Victorian times were the best
for how short where we in that fucking book?

>>2024744

After a couple hours of driving, you make it to a rather isolated part of the English countryside. Pulling up into the driveway of a manor.

"Well. Here we are." Walter says opening up the limo door, the two of you stepping out. You have to say it's not bad. Not bad at all.

>What now?

>>2024786

Pick a number between 1900-1999 anon

>>2024837
>”Nice place. Anything good to drink here? Any house rules I need to know about?”

>>2024853
1901
>>2024858
plus this

>>2024837
1901 obviously.

Welp, gonna go say high to your boss!

Then turn invisible.

Hopefully he does something interesting, if not go poke around the mansion.

>>2024858
Adding we should do this in either a Scottish or Irish accent.

>>2024886
This. What better way to find out how annoyed they are than by testing their security?

Writan. A few more posts and we're done for the night

"Any house rules for this place?"

"Simple: Cause no trouble. Everything else is fine." Walter says, "And before you ask. Yes. We have alcohol here."

"Great, thanks Walt. Also: I'm a Scots-Irish monster that inspired William Wallace to rebel against the Brits and I founded the IRA." You quickly tell him, and in that moment you feel his anger spike. You then turn invisible and leave.

Heading inside it's much like the Grimm mansion only with brown and red. Well you could go find this Integra lady, then again you could always find the drinks for this place.

>This is the greatest decision you'll ever have

>Go find Integra (Plot)
>Find drinks (Dickery)

>>2025086
>DICKERY!!
If they want to speak to us, they should probably let us appear drunk. Also, annoying them is the fastest way to meet their trump, who is the only interesting thing hear beyond annoying the humans,

>>2025086
Gotta booze fast.
>Find drinks (Dickery)

>>2025086
>Go find Integra (Plot)
i would usualy vote for dickery but i am also impatient

>>2025086
>bring drinks to Integra

>>2025086
>>>2025086
>>bring drinks to Integra

>>2025086
Find drinks (Dickery)

>>2025105
changing my vote to this
>>2025107
>>2025119

Well, get drinks and then bring them it is then. Roll me 2d100s. One for the amount, and two for how shitfaced you get

Rolled 3, 22 = 25 (2d100)

>>2025211

>>2025107
>bring drinks to integra
>vomit on her carpet
>tell her that you're actually not even able to get drunk

Rolled 2, 25 = 27 (2d100)

>>2025211

>>2025217
>>2025214
What the fuck is this!?
Prohibition?!?

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>2025211

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>2025222
whoops consider this that second d100

Rolled 78, 66 = 144 (2d100)

>>2025211

>>2025227
Therrre we go. Though, only that drunk from that much? Either we need to dial down our alcohol tolerance, or their drinks are sorely lacking.

Rolled 8, 18 = 26 (2d100)

>>2025211

>>2025320
to be fair integra does not seem like someone who drinks a lot and neither does alfred
and alucard can only drink blood

I wonder what alucard will think of us or be able to sense what we are.. Or what this part of us is.

>>2025227

Seems you found a good amount of booze, and got moderately drunk. Writing up two final posts and we're finished for the night

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You decide on finding something to drink, navigating your way through the manor you do find a decent stash of alcoholic drinks. Mainly brandy and wine.

What the hell, might as well

...

You stumble around carrying a bag's worth of bottles into an office. "You must be Grimm's newest member." The woman in front of you says, her voice crisp and perfessional. She's dressed in a woman's suit with a cross at her collar, oddly enough she has brown skin and long blonde hair with blue eyes behind a pair of glasses. Probably East Indian mom or something.

"And I'ms guessing you're Inntegra?" You slightly slur out, she gives a nod. Not changing an expression past neutrality.

"Yes. I am Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing. A pleasure to meet you." She says politely, you give a nod and take a seat. She looks at your bag and back to you and frowns, "Did you raid all of the alcohol?"

"What about it?"

"It isn't good behavior on part for the guest." A new voice says right behind you. You turn around and see, a rather familiar face.

Cont.

A rather tall and somewhat lean man in red is behind you, white gloves marked with something. Symbols and some words, you'll need to check later. His skin is pale as a corpse's, hair completely black, and almost shining orange gold eyes. Or maybe they're red and it's the lighting? Doesn't matter

You give a wide smile to him, "It's been a long time hasn't it? son.

>That's all outta me folks. Thanks for stopping by and I'll see you all on Tuesday

OH FUCK YES

I love how we call all monsters kids

>>2025401
Nows the perfect time to vomit and pass out. Hopefully well get to meet our granddaughter when we wake up!

>>2025401
do you have that discord yet?

discord
https://discordapp.com/channels/374592220805726219/374592221384802305

>>2025401
damm

SESSION STARTING UP IN 8 MINUTES. WHO ALL'S HERE?

Well...guess I'm writing for no one right now

I here

>>2029140
LETS GET DANGEROUSLYS POOKY

Boy you better start writing

You're still smiling seeing your son just keeping straight faced, he's smiling too. But you can feel the anger bubbling inside of him. Well you weren't exactly THE best dad in the world, what with giving him to the Ottomans. It made him stronger, made him who he is now.

"You're right, it has been a long time...father." Your son says between gritted teeth. You can take a guess that Ms. Integra is feeling left out of the loop.

"You mean to tell me. You're Alucard's father?" She asks sounding and looking baffled, befuddled, confused, all those nouns. You got to hand it to mortals: they always do provide great looks when they don't understand something. And great reactions too! "You're joking right?"

>"Don't you see the family resemblance?"
>"Of course he's my son! Can't see it? Well I sure know he's my kid! Isn't that right Vlady my little bloody cinnamon roll?"
>"No, I'm his mom. What do you think lady?"
>Write in

>>2029193
>Of course he's my son! Can't see it? Well I sure know he's my kid! Isn't that right Vlady my little bloody cinnamon roll?"

Add a cheek pinch and a pat on the head

>>2029193
>"Of course he's my son! Can't see it? Well I sure know he's my kid! Isn't that right Vlady my little bloody cinnamon roll?"

>>2029193
>"Of course he's my son! Can't see it? Well I sure know he's my kid! Isn't that right Vlady my little bloody cinnamon roll?"

>>2029193
>>"Of course he's my son! Can't see it? Well I sure know he's my kid! Isn't that right Vlady my little bloody cinnamon roll?"

Telling her of course she's your son it is, writtan

You frown at her and pull your boy over to you, "Of course he's my son! Can't see it?" You ask squishing your son's cheeks, "Well I sure know he's my kid! Isn't that right Vlady my little bloody cinnamon roll?" You ask tussling your son's hair, he takes a bite into your hand and tears it off. Eating it, blood spewing into your son's face.

"Awwwww, he's a biter!" You sort of squeal, your hand regenerates from a bloody stump. You're so proud of this kid!

"I...see..." Integra says, sighing to herself and shaking her head. "Alucard is this true?" She mutters

Alucard? Your son needs to come up with better names, for shit's sake it's just his name backwards! Oh well, can't stay mad at him for that.

"No. He isn't." He says firmly, well. That doesn't make you feel good at all. You lean over to Integra and whisper "He is."

"Very well then...Erishel is it?"

"That's one name, don't wear it out....or do I don't care." You tell her with a small bow, she gives a nod

"Would you care to listen to a small proposal I have?"

>Well?

>Yes?
>No?
>Maybe
>Possibly
>Write in

>>2029295
>Yes?
it IS why we are here after all

>>2029295
Yes, the current me right now will like to hear it. Be glad in the timeline I didn’t instead decide to turn England into the center of my most Unholy kingdom.

>>2029295
>Yes?

>>2029295
>Yes?
>No?
>Maybe
>Possibly
All of the above

>>2029421
>>2029295
i'll support

>>2029295
>This feels like a trap.
>Yes.

Yes it is! Writing, once I finish a food break

Back, and writing

"Yes? No? Maybe. Possibly. You tell me." You tell Ms. Integra with a wide grin, she groans and shakes her head. She's obviously frustrated by you already, good good good.

"I would like to see some...father-son bonding, as it were." She says, you can feel your son tense up.

"Master I-"

"Now now Alucard, just wait." Integra chides, Alucard grumbles to himself and pulls back. "Thank you. Now then, my proposal is to spend some time with Alucard on a mission he'll undertake tonight. Have you two work together, in the meanwhile I'll speak with your handler and figure out if you'll be a true problem or not. Sound fair?"

>Well folks, yes or no question

Bring your father to work day? Count me in!

>>2029728
Supporting

>>2029728
this

>>2029706
>yes
so let me get this straight she knows that alucard hates us and that he doesnt wnat to do this and stil does it?
why?
what could she gain from this except the ire of her most powerful employee?

For sure catch up with dear scrapper alucard, And do father son stuff.

>>2029739
She's his master. What she says, he obeys.

>>2029747
BUT WHY WOULD SHE FUCKING ORDER IT THE FIRST PLACE?
SHE HAS NOTHING TO GAIN FROM THIS !

>>2029772

I suspect that it's the first time she has heard of an entity such as him. Like she said "figure out if you'll be a true problem or not." I mean she can always send us back and let us do a mission but perhaps she's looking to see if alucard can coop with him.

>>2029813
so she just wants to know for certain if alucard can kill us then?
that does sound more in charachter than ¨hey hang out with this person you hate because it would amuse me¨

>>2029706
Sure come on son lets see if you got the moves like jeager
She most likey just want to find out how good we are

Yes it is, writing

>we fight sonny
>just turn the area around him to salt water or whatever it was
>he is now stuck
>laugh alot

"Sure, I wouldn't mind it a bit." You tell her, she gives a nod. You turn to your son who's frowning, "Look son, I know you hate me. But think about it! Bonding! You and me, possibly killing some people. It'll be fun!"

Though his face isn't showing it, his eyes are telling that he is considering it. He looks past you to Integra, like a dog to it's master. He then gives you a shrug, "I suppose it couldn't hurt too much. Just try to not talk so much, it's rather...grating."

Well, guess you better try a hand at the....fatherhood thing. Still don't understand what you did so wrong.

>Cont.

>>2029974
>try a hand
get it
cause he bit our hand off
heh

>>2029974
You know our concept of father hood seems to be pretty fucked up if you consider that we are also an old greek titan and those guys were not know for being nice to their kids

>>2030017
We should tell him he is,lucky we've not eaten him and,all his lives

>>2030017

I mean alucard has all the reason to be pissed at his father, But back then every parent figure was atrocious. At this point and time it's possible to bond with our son without the mythological gods butting in.

I normally applaud anyone who tries to run a quest because being creative and leading a creative group effort are never easy, but you averaged one update every 60 minutes on Friday, one update every 77 minutes on Sunday, and today you've updated three times in the three hours and 22 minutes since you've started the thread. And your updates are very short. Even a new QM should only be taking 30 minutes for these kinds of updates.

>>2030251

Look I got shit to deal with alright? Right now I'm posting while a stomach bug is making me want to throw up my guts. Most of the time I have shit to do outside of this quest

Hours after your meeting with Integra and reunion with your son. You're now with him out in the night of the English country side. Apparently what you two are doing is investigating a vampire. Apparently this one has a sense of humor, dressing up as a priest and turning a small village into ghouls.

Alucard just stands there, still as a statue looking out into the night as a small breeze blows. Right now the only thing different from the clothes he had on was now he had those clothes on plus a wide brimmed red hat and a pair of orange shades.

"How beautiful..." Your son says to himself, "Nights like this make me want to have a bite to drink. Yes... I couldn't imagine more, perfect evening."

"It is rather nice, a good father and son walk through the country side." You whistfuly sigh, next thing you hear is gunfire coming from a ways ahead.

"We should keep going, we're close." Your son says with a smile on his face, the two of you following the fine sounds of gunfire, the smell of smoke and corpses. Beautiful night.

And there you find him, a rather plain looking vampire dressed in a priest's robe. And he's holding onto a young lady, short blonde hair, large 'eyes'. Dressed in police uniform. And around him are the 'ghouls', why they're not just called zombies is something you forget. Oh well.

"Who the hell are you two?!" The priestpire shouts out

"Your death." Your son tells him

"As for me, call me grandpa." You tell him, however the vampire just chuckles to himself and sighs.

"My death and my grandfather? Coming to see me? Oh, really? My god, this is pathetic. Kill him them both." He orders, the ghouls readying up guns,

>What do?

>Take the shots
>Use some of Konrads good guns or cane to cut down the ghouls
>Eldritch shenanigans of your choosing (tell me what)
>Write in

>>2030393
Turn the ghouls inside out before turning ourselves to negative space and sucking them all in for a snack

>>2030393
>Eldritch shenanigans of your choosing (tell me what)
"You know this is pretty sad. You ONLY have a couple hundred ghouls with you? that's pretty weak my boyo!"
Snap your fingers and make the ghouls fall like you just switched a light switch

>>2030393
>>Eldritch shenanigans of your choosing (tell me what)
The guns become instruments and we begin conducting the orchestra.

>>2030393
>Turn the ghouls inside out.

>Then eat them. All at once.

>Keep an eye on the police girl, shes an absolute treat, and it would be a shame if something happened to her before your Son got to her.

Turn the ghouls inside out wins it, writing three final posts. Would write more but I feel like my stomach is getting strangled

>>2030324
If you're sick and trying not to heave guts that's a good reason to take a rain check on the session. But "I have shit to do outside of this quest"? Whether you're GMing IRL or online, whether it's a quest or a more traditional RPG, you need to set aside a block of time and keep it wholly dedicated to that game. When my players are distracted during my D&D sessions I don't accept excuses. You're better than that.

You give the vampire a smile, with a wave of your hand you turn the ghouls inside out. Flesh bared to the wind with their organs hanging out. Your son takes the opportunity to pull out a massive silver handgun and start gunning down the ghouls, with the ghouls exploding into fine red mist.

"NO! HOW COULD YOU BE KILLING THEM?! IT'S THOSE BULLETS!" The vampire screams as he watches his little army be reduced to nothing but piles of gore, having shadowy tendrils snake across the ground. You make one massive jaw, and swallow it all...tasty.

"The silver cross in Manchester Cathedral was melted down to make these thirteen millimeter exploding shells. Nothing I shoot ever gets back up again…" Alucard says, gotta pity this one. Not like he'll last much longer.

"BUT WHY?! WHY SAVE THESE PATHETIC HUMANS?! TELL ME!"

You give a gesture to your son, he can go first. It's something he can do himself. So he does and as he approaches, seems the priest is getting desperate. "DON'T COME ANY CLOSER! She's the last survivor, I'm not asking for much. Just let me go and give me a little help.

Your son just smirks and shifts his gaze to the young lady, "Tell me. Are you a virgin, my dear?" He asks as though it was absolutely normal. She lets out what you could take a guess as a gasp of shock, in the meanwhile you aim the pepperbox that Konrad made for you. Aiming it right at the priest

"What are you doing?!"

"I'm asking if she's a virgin!"

"Y-Yes! Yes I a-" just as she was about to answer the question. You 'accidentally' pull the trigger on your pepperbox, it goes right through the young lady and out into the vampire himself. The shot sending them both back. The vampire himself getting the brunt of the force.

Your son looks at you, and in response you shrug. It's the end result that matters. You approach the priest, the part of his chest where his heart is located torn to bloody ribbons. He's bleeding out of his mouth.

"You...you bastard." He croaks

"I get that a lot." You then touch his forehead with one finger, and his body begins to twist and contort into a spiral going into your finger as you absorb him. Once it's over you find yourself covered in blood...nice meal all in all.

Once that's done you turn over to see your son just pulling away from the police girl. "...You did it, didn't you?"

He looks to you, a neutral expression on his face. "I did...I believe that she has potential."

"Hm, I see." You say to yourself, "This was a good outing. Wasn't it?"

"It was rather refreshing."

"So son....feeling anything yet?"

"There's something, not quite sure what it is yet."

Well, it's a start anyways. Could be worse

>December 20th, 1951
>You are not Erishel

You are a small thing, a baby? Fetus possibly. You're young, yet so very old. You are the remains of something that was going to be good...but never came to pass. A galaxy? No, to small. A reality? No no, too big.

You've been in this darkness for a long time. No sights, no sounds, smells, nothing. Nothing at all. It's maddening.

But, there's a voice.

"Are you there? Is anything in there?"

You make a sound, something that the voice may recognize. "Hrrrreeee."

"Ahhhhh you are there! Little one, I'm so very happy that you can hear me."

>Cont.

"My little one, I ask for you to listen to me. I can feel your urge for death, destruction, for war. It's something that I share with you little one." The voice says, it's kind. So kind. You do want for there to be death yes, for everything to join you so you need not be so alone.

"I wish for you to join me little one. I want what you want: I want war...endless conflict und nothing more. Nothing would please me more than a war that will expand across this globe! I ask that you join me. Once I let you out of your prison...please, join me."

You give a sound of understanding, and soon. You feel so much of what you couldn't feel before. You're in the arms of a thing. It being white, and yellow on the head, with glass around it's eyes.

"Never fear mein child. I shall raise you well, to be my very own Horseman of War." He says gently, your father, your commander.

You have purpose, war. War is that purpose.

>And that'll be it for me tonight. I might try and make up for this tomorrow if I can. Anyways. So long everyone

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Get well soon

Is there an american organisation similar to Helsing and Grim?

>>2031440
Probaly

>>2031440
america at the very least probably has a metric fuckload of witches on standby, idk about super powered absurdities cause otherwise our loa would be fucking about in america instead of here.

>>2032390
>Special Agents Wendigo and Mothman backing up Bigfoot with ALL the shamans
>Jersey Devil is a Lethal Weapon style loose cannon.

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>>2031440
>>2032344
>>2032390
>>2032441
Hunters maybe? With a celestial trump card?

chaos asked for this in the discord but can someone archive this thread?

>>2040220
got chu senpai