Exhausted, mentally and emotionally that was one way to describe the current state of one Erika De Claire Pace. It simply seemed that the ghostly teenager could not get a break…
The disappearance of her father was one thing, but the equally mysterious disappearance of her mother accompanied by an entirely different Ghost Bride in the attic- primarily one that especially didn’t like her- Erika had found herself in quite the unique dynamic. Missing both of her parents, and stuck with a Black Widow Bride who truly saw her as nothing more than an inconvenience. The attic was an entirely new place at this point on, and all Erika could do was endure.
It was an evening like any other in the attic of Gracey Manor. Constance was out socializing with other haunts which gave Erika a moment of peace from the ghastly woman- though seeing her face on the various portraits didn’t do much for comfort. The sound of a single heartbeat resounded through the attic as Erika sat in one of the attic’s chairs, a small huff escaping her lips. One unfortunate thing about living in an attic meant you occasionally had run ins with moths- moths that liked to eat away at your lacy dresses. But it was nothing a lovely embroidered flower or two couldn’t fix.
Yes, this was what life had become in the attic, and for Erika she was not anticipating anything to change. But oh, was she gonna be amazed by what was waiting in store for her on this seemingly regular old evening in Gracey Manor.
Perhaps a day she had been waiting for for years….
From |X|
@theheadlessgroom
“What’s a knight?” She stared at him blankly, “Are you undead?”
This was freaking her out, she had no idea what ghosts were and why they were here. They spooked her to say the least. She had had many run ins with undead and skeletons but ghosts were what did it.
“What’s a phantasm?” This was all confusing her, she was a bit worried about why she was in here.
So, here’s all the Hatties I have down so far for the Bloodborne au. Here’s some brief descriptions of what I have in mind for them under the cut ‘cause it got too long. (Thomas is @askthehatboxghost‘s, Horatio is @ask-the-hatbox-ghost‘s, Randall is @theheadlessgroom‘s, and The Shadow (Hatty) is @theshadowofthechateau‘s)
Thomas Gracey: Thomas Gracey, following in his mother’s side of the family’s heritage after the death of his father, joined the Healing Church of Yharnam early in age. He managed to make it to the elite delegation, the Choir. He serves as the guardian and main scholar of the laboratory in Bygenwerth.
Thomas has in his possession the Augur of Ebrietas, which allows him to summon ethereal tentacles for defense as well as a multitude of other spells contained in his journal. Thomas dislikes using guns and practical weapons, viewing them as a hassle and unnecessarily brutal.
Horatio Topper: A pure blood Yharnamite, Horatio admittedly acts like he isn’t in an apocalypse. But an apocalypse never mattered to him - there’s always a proper time for hats after all, so he goes around selling homemade hats to forlorn hunters (or beasts if a werewolf wants one and doesn’t try to eat his face off). He’s simply living life, selling and making hats.
Horatio has a threaded cane but rarely uses it, due to him needing it to walk on account of a bum leg. However he often uses his rifle if ever pressured and can’t flee which shoots abnormally powerful quicksilver bullets thanks to his seemingly endless supply of bone marrow ash and blood tinge. (Carries 40 bullets rather than the usual 20 for most hunters)
Randall Pace: Randall is the husband of a rather successful and efficient crow hunter (Emily the Crow) and owns a haberdashery that doubles as a inn specifically for hunters. He wants to help anyway he can in the Hunt; providing lodging and his own services are a sure fire way of accomplishing this goal. Admittedly new to hunting and going with his wife a majority of the time, he still believes he’ll be able to go on his own eventually.
He carries a threaded cane and Evelyn from his wife’s travels through Yharnam’s surrounding territories (that he really doesn’t know how to use fantastically (He’s trying)). Therefore he resorts to his personal brass knuckles occasionally. He has a belt that can hold an abnormal 30 blood vials compared to the normal 20 stock.
The Shadow of Cainhurst: Many people debate on who or what exactly the Shadow is. It isn’t a Great One, but its not entirely beast and many debate if it was ever human in the first place. All they know is it has an adulation with Madame Alma Vileblood, making it impossible to reach the sobbing widow. And it can speak! That’s new. It has control of a majority of Cainhurst Castle, including the ghosts and specters inside leftover from the executioners’ reign of terror.
The Shadow can summon snakes from it’s shadowy body which are heavily venomous. These snakes are not solid beings, making it possible for them to go through walls and bite unsuspecting hunters. It can summon a shadowy scythe that gives both physical and psychological damage.
The Composer of Symphonies: The Composer is a lesser Great One from before the murder of Kosm. He was created originally to be a hunchman of sorts to Kos, but after Her death by the old hunters he was reduced to a being without purpose other than to avenge her death. He therefore despises hunters with a powerful malice, and aims to bring them all a living hell. The Composer lurks in Old Yharnam and Yahar'gul, often in churches, especially those with surviving musical instruments. He tends to wear human clothes, mostly because he enjoys the texture but he also wants to seem more human or beast-like to trick hunters into engaging him. Eventually, the lesser One is bound by Sinclair the Conductor and kept as a companion of sorts.
The Composer can easily manipulate his surroundings, creating a mirror world to better confuse his opponents. He often manipulates and puts his victims through grueling mental torture to weaken them before killing them and using their remains to make new instruments for his collection.
The emoji doesn't seem to be showing up, but just the same: Portal AU, please! -theheadlessgroom
Death expected it to be a normal day; just the usual: reaping, walking, reaping... And then a ghost literally got flung out of a strange portal at them, easily bowling them over.
The sentient grunted, the exoskeleton like skin they had clacking on the ground. They groaned lowly, staring up at Randall with glowing white eyes, “Ugh... salutare... Cum... De unde ai venit?”
