Dreams of Blood

Hunter. Affiliated with Isola Radiale. Hypergiant [BLOOD WARNING]

[haemoneiron]

Originally this was for Empatheorem but it was one of my all around favourite info style posts so I thought I’d remake to have as a pinned post. So, without further ado

>Be Crow

Physical

You have a weird body.

You’re pretty wired all of the time but it doesn’t really show.

You just don’t really get tired, and you only sleep about two hours a night.

Your senses are insanely sharp. Your hearing can pick up hearbeats from across the room and your sense of smell is comparable to a grizzly’s.

As far as sight goes, you see everything exactly how it is without being filtered by something so mundane as senses or a brain. You can see all wavelengths of light, and even invisible things.

Enjoy the overload, this is why you stay home so often.

You’ve got fangs and yes they’re hot. You were also never really built to have fangs so if they grow too much too fast because you’re a) hungry b) angry or c) horny you will cut into yourself.

Your blood is also kind of like acid, so watch out. It won’t burn you but it will burn other people unless they’re built to drink blood.

You’re strong enough to rip a modest tree out of the ground and you’re fast enough to make bullets look slow.

You’re a freaking tank, it’s incredibly difficult to harm you and you regenerate pretty fast too.

You’re an eldritch Great One and you can talk like a Great One. Talking like this in front of other people will probably hurt their brains though.

You can drink blood and you will want to, often. About once a day is usually enough to stop things getting a bit nasty though.

You smell like the moon, whatever that means.

You are 5′3

Powers

You are entirely uncapped, have fun.

You’re an alien space god. You can use alien space god magic.

You don’t really know how to use this yet though, so basically you can invoke runes, shoot meteorites out of the portals in your eyes (which are always there) and create small exploding stars.

As mentioned above your physical stats are pretty crazy.

Your mental presence is staggering and disorientating for mortal minds. Being around you can be uncomfortable unless you’re taking efforts to reign it in. Psychics probably won’t like you too much.

You can’t die. Your body can be destroyed, but you’ll be back in about a minute.

You’ve got a crazy ass sword that’s dripping in curses and space magic. Touching it can be lethal for normal people.

You’ve got plenty of other weapons too including a pistol that can blow holes in gods and a magic lightsaber.

You’ve got a whistle that can summon a gargantuan nightmare viper.

You’ve got a whole bunch of familiars that are basically nudibranch ghosts. They don’t do anything, but they like you and they’re pretty.

Personality

You have one. Sort of.

You don’t really react to anything. At least not outwardly.

You’re very blunt and sometimes you have difficulty parsing social interactions.

People probably think you don’t have emotions but that’s not true. You’re just very good at keeping a lid on things. Too good really.

Nothing is really going to unsettle you, or make you spooked.

However, you will feel enmity to people you believe tied to the Healing Church, anyone claiming to be a vicar, and executioners.

You really don’t like dogs. You don’t want them anywhere near you.

This extends to dog/wolf people or hybrids.

You can enjoy things and smile, but you have to actively make the effort to do it.

Memories

They’re not great.

You remember the Nightmare torn Yharnam. Ruined by beasts, hubris and alien space gods.

You’ve killed a lot of monsters, but you’ve also killed a lot of people.

You crucified a dude once because he was rude to your boss. It wasn’t pretty.

You have also died, dozens of times and you remember every one. Cut apart, eaten, burned, melted by brain magic, had all of your blood drawn out of your body, crushed, drowned. It goes on.

You killed one of your friends in this city back at home, but she doesn’t remember.

Your only real friend was a doll and she is perfect and precious. She also made you buff as hell.

Annalise is your queen. She stopped you from losing your mind and basically turned you into a vampire. You and her are the last two Vilebloods. You killed at least 100 people in her name and would probably do it again if asked.

You’ve waded through a literal river of blood and fought gods and madness across multiple realities. You also kind of killed hell. Or a special version of it meant for hunter’s at least.

[haemoneiron]

memovouloir​:

Memo had her right where she wanted her, which was in front of her in this case. Memo continued to aim at Crow, and a conveniently timed tumbleweed blew past, just visible between her legs in the dusty street behind her.

“But I was told that the only way to solve the problem with the town size is to get rid of either me or you.” she said, briefly speaking in her normal voice before going right back to her Hoennic drawl.

“And I ain’t wantin’ to leave town myself. It’s a nice place. Bit sandy, though.”

It was times like this that being able to maintain painfully still and long eye contact was appropriate and not simply unsettling. 

“If the town is one over the limit and further town planning is out of the question,  then it would seem that we’re at an impasse.”

“...And I can’t leave either, they have the...” She paused, glancing back over the bar and simply staring at the nondescript, unmarked bottles. “The those I like.”

And while it wasn’t with a flourish, she did start reaching under her sombrero with one of the previously raised hands, quite obviously much slower than she needed to move.

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memovouloir​:

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“This town ain’t big enough for the two of us…” she said, dressed in a period-accurate cowboy outfit fitting of the old western film she was placed in.

That was basically the only line she could think of to say, though. So after a moment of hesitation, she just blurted out, “Draw!” and unholstered her finger guns and aimed them directly at Crow, who Memo already knew would be waiting for her after she threw open the saloon doors.

She heard her before she saw her, though that wasn’t much to brag about when she had her back to the entrance. Wearing a large sombrero with a poncho draped over her  shoulders, instantly identifiable regardless by the hair falling down her back. 

“You might want to be careful saying something like that with a raised voice when you enter  a place like this.” 

Voice still as ever, but wearing a smile when she eventually turned. Then after a moments hesitation, she raised her hands

“Please, don’t shoot.”

[haemoneiron]

passionforfashion​:

“Fashion, and nails.” The most important things, obviously. Whether the curiosity was genuine or not, she sounded proud of her answer.

“I see,” she said, not understanding at all. “What if it turned you into a t-shirt though? How would you turn yourself back, huh? Did you take the necessary precautions, update your emergency contacts and all that jazz?”

There was a moment of consideration when she said ‘nails’, but then her brain took the context of the rest of the sentence. She looked at her own nails briefly, then nodded thoughtfully. “I lack expertise in both of those fields.”

Then she thought some more.

“Not impossible. I suppose I would not. These things have a way of working themselves out though, and I have confidence in my peers. Either way, if a t-shirt I became I doubt I would be worried about it then.”

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passionforfashion​:

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“I don’t fancy myself a Halloween expert, but I don’t think a t-shirt that says ‘costume’ on it really counts for much…”

It did get an amused smile out of her though, so maybe that’s all this person was really going for in the end? Maybe it does count, then, if it made her smile?

“What’d you go as last year?”

“What do you fancy yourself an expert on?” She almost sounded curious. Almost.

“I suppose it’s not in the spirit of things. Last year I went as some form mummified undead, and the city being what it is saw fit to turn me into some kind of magic sand monster. Part of me wanted to see what would happen if it was to occur again.”

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memovouloir​:

“You just need taller popped collars or maybe a hood or both and then you’ll be a true reaper, able to marvel at yourself in the mirror like… all true reapers do?” She shrugged. “I’d be a reaper fanrachi.”

“I think I’ve got a small stack on my desk at home? I keep them after I use em for… well, just because, I guess. Why, do you not use gift cards?” There was a line… of course there was a line. So naturally, Memo began gravitating to the gachapon machines.

“Can I go first?”

“Taller popped collars, and a hood. I see, I see.” She said in the manner of someone taking notes, even nodding slightly. “We do have many mirrors. Is that a trait of theirs? Marvelling at oneself.”

Her brows arched slightly, but her smile was purely one of affectionate admiration. “Why else. It’s nice to collect things. Me? I suppose not. Personally  they’re not something I would number in my collections. And no, I don’t get given any.”

Crow glanced between Memo and the machines, then gave a certainly more extravagant than necessary bow (some might say any bow was superfluous extravagance) as she gestured for the Jirachi to take the lead. 

“Please; show me how’s it done.”

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memovouloir​:

“I think you’re just being a dork about it all,” she said, correcting her course to drift away from the road again. She stopped pushing herself forward now too, letting herself naturally slow as they were basically there.

“I think you’d make an excellent reaper, but like, a vampire reaper. But you also strike me as a reaper fangirl too… cliche reapers just seem like your style. And I don’t mean your clothes.”

“Well, okay, I do also mean your clothes.” She skrrrt’d herself to a stop, deftly picking up her longboard and holding it at her side, then pulled something else out of her opposite pocket.

“I don’t remember if this gift card has anything on it still…”

“A dork? I don’t know if that sounds like me.” She said with the faintest smile as she curled the board to a halt, gently rotating on its heel for a moment. 

“A vampire reaper.” She repeated. “And you don’t think that’s too busy, thematically? Maybe I’ll have to work on the attire.” A pause “Though it sounds  like I wouldn’t have to work too hard.” A slightly longer pause. “I am in possession of a scythe. If I was a reaper, would that make you the reaper fangirl? ”

“How many gift cards do you have? In total that is, not just for here. Where do you even get them? But bereft of cards or not, I think we’ll be fine.”

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memovouloir​:

“Not an addiction! A hobby.” She was well in control of her spending habits, thank you very much! “Maybe you just needed a bigger salad.”

“Also, c’mon, don’t pretend like you’re not gonna try your luck at the gachapon machines too. They have little figures inside the bubbles! They might even have, like, uh…” She slowly started to drift towards the road as she tried to recall what was on tap last time, only correcting her course at near the last second.

“They might still have little grim reapers in one of the machines, you’d want one of those, right?”

“It’s good to have hobbies.” She hummed. “A bigger salad just  sounds like more of less, if you ask me. I’d rather have more of something... More. Which is most non salads I think.”

She had also been drifting closer, but only to stay within grabbing range. Just in case, and more subconsciously than not.

“Of course I will, probably more than once; it’s exciting.” For a moment she drifted silently in thought. “Perhaps, do you think I’d make a good reaper? Or just a reaper fan.”

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memovouloir​:

“Weeelllll… they might also have a few gachapon machines…” she said, already imagining the satisfying sound and feeling of popping open one of those plastic bubbles. “I want.. things.”

“And c’mon, you never go for the salads! How do you know you won’t like them more if you don’t ever try them?”

“Ah, the  gambling addiction, I see.” 

She even gave a sly wink. “I’ve had a salad.” Then stretched her arms up before relaxing, continuing to roll along. “Didn’t much care for it. Doesn’t really satisfy, you know?”

[haemoneiron]

memovouloir​:

Memo was currently coasting along with a wavyness that Memo would say was absolutely demanded of her. Controlled wavyness, though, just swaying side to side along the sidewalk as they went.

“Both? New to me, but recommended by a friend! Great salads, apparently. Not the whole reason I wanted to go, though.”

“Whatcha gonna order!”

“How exciting.” She said, Crowly. Then she took a moment to ponder as she rolled along. “Was there more to the reason?”

“Probably not a salad.” Another pause. “Burger?”

[haemoneiron]

@memovouloir​

Crow was currently coasting along with a stillness that belied the control and momentum she had. Casual vampire summer attire; big hat, sunglasses a biki top and sarong.

“So, have you been to this diner before? Is it recommendation? Or perhaps simply something new.”

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memovouloir​:

Memo did a little fist pump when the mace hit its mark, more than proud of Crow for actually sticking to their deal on inhibiting themselves! She also burst into giggles that got progressively gigglier as Crow talked.

“Oh no, you’re right… my only weapon! Gone. Ah…” She sighed, spread out her arms… and did a controlled fall onto her back on the sand.

“Parley? Parley with the poor unarmed girl?”

Even for her it was difficult not to smile when Memo smiled, and nigh impossible to resist the infectious giggles when they began. So with a smile on her face she stood over the Jirachi on the sand. Then promptly sat on her. 

She held up one of the foam daggers, then gave an extremely fangy smile.

“Parley? But victory is mine.” 

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memovouloir​:

Memo rolled her eyes at Crow taking her suggestion seriously. Good that she did about the powers, too, because now the odds were just about even! “You haven’t trained me with bats or rackets though…”

Maybe not so even, if she was unexperienced. She was quickly starting to doubt her weapon choice, so she did the only sensible thing. She threw it right at Crow’s forehead.

“I’m simply saying not to use it as a sword, for a sword it is not.” Truth be told, it wasn’t honestly a mace either, but here we are.  “Blunt weaponry isn’t really my fort-”

And there it was. She was without her otherworldly speed or reactions yes, but it wasn’t the most subtle of movements. Still, there was little she could do to avoid the foam thing tumbling towards her and glancing of the edge of head. Bonk. 

“...Yes, there’s something to be said about being unconventional and unexpected. Yet I am not in the water and now you are unarmed, vulnerable. What will you do now?”

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memovouloir​:

“Maybe you should branch out then… to a pair of tiny foam daggers? That would be fair, no?” She stuck out her tongue, doing her own little wrist twirly motion to try and give some sense of knowing what to do with this thing.

“Inhibited? Like, no powers? I think we should… might make it easier on you.” She glanced at the dart gun, then at her own mace again. “…I can use this like a sword, right?”

“That’s...” She spent a few moments glancing back over the armoury. “A good idea.” Then a moment later she was glancing at a pair of foam knives in her hands. 

“Of course, I want to stand some chance.” The corners of her mouth turned to a smile. “Think of it more like a bat, or a racket. Jabs should be a last resort, keep the reach in mind and use it to your advantage.”

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memovouloir​:

“Hey, I said weapon, not weapons! Cheater!” After a quick moment to pout, Memo also chose her weapon, one (one) she had in mind from the very start. A foam mace, the handle a nice blue and the pointy bit a nice pink!

“On guard!” she said, incorrectly, and taking a fencing stance which is just about the last kind of stance a mace requires.

“But I always fought with a pair.” She said almost distantly, staring between them. For a moment she eyed a rather oversized example of what she assumed was a foam sword. “I could swap if you think it’s... Unfair.”

But she stood opposite her nonetheless, glancing at the dart gun as she rolled her wrist holding the sword. 

“Speaking of unfair, I assume we’re keeping this... Inhibited.”

[memovouloir]

At Crow’s feet on the sand was dropped a whole arsenal of foam weaponry. Axes, spears, swords, maces, even some that were just… long sticks? Each one a viable choice.

“Choose your weapon.”

[haemoneiron]

The hunter stood in deep thought as she beheld the enfoamed arsenal, one hand on her chin and the other across her chest. After her long contemplation she eventually knelt down, then rose with a “weapon” in each hand. A curved foam saber, and she supposed what counted as a dart gun.

“What do you think?”

“Should I be branching out?”

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memovouloir​:

“If you make one I’ll love you forever. I already do, but like, more forever. Forever plus one.” Memo took a step back, intending to give Crow some room to swing her arm, but she didn’t expect that. By the time she realized what Crow was doing and reached to stop her, the ball already went sailing into one of the holes with a loud, hard thud.

“Um. Not quite! Not quite.” She looked around to make sure the arcade owner didn’t notice. “You’re suppose to—you ever been bowling?”

“New forever plus.” She gamed, she was a gamer. “I can make one of these.” She looked to Memo, but she wasn’t seeing the usual look of warm pride she might have been expecting. Hm.

“That wasn’t right? Bowling?” She tilted her head. “No, but I’ve heard of it. With the alleys, and the pins.”