May you rest in peace... Umbasa

Only a few tones, but that’s it it took. The last time she’d heard that was in a graveyard, a tiny music box had fallen from her coat as she was knocked down… Knocked down by the figure that was now rising from the grass. No time to even debate if she was hearing things.

She took a step backwards, a hand coming to rest on the handle of her pistol under her feathery cloak. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen someone she’d killed in a different plane of existence, but it still took a moment to sink in. Maybe this was like that specific Nightmare. She fought the incredible urge to look skyward and kept the silver mask fixed on him. 

And despite the mask, he’d recognised her instantly. The scent of the moon

“That’s right, Father.”

She’d never forget that beast atop the bridge, nor his presence. If only she’d met him sooner.

“Because it was the Hunt.” he spoke. He continued, a slight smile on his face as he repeated why, perhaps to make himself avoid the truth - that he gave in and became something monstrous.

“Aye. It was just... the Hunt.” he paused for a second, looking for the right words; “Hunters hunt, as a friend once said. In Yharnam that’s how things have always been.” He moved around the Hunter, sniffing into the air. she was rancid with the smell of iron and something else... something was just off with the blood coursing through her body.

    It’s the fifth time today he’s had to crack some skulls on the pavement, and for no good reason other than that they had rubbed him the wrong way when he walked past them. His knuckles were a bloody red by then, just the way he liked it.     He snapped to attention in response to both a voice and the foreboding feeling it gave him.

{♚} For some particular reason, Selvaria was getting an uncomfortably cold vibe from someone sitting nearby. Looking at her with an almost glazed look for a moment would she find herself ignoring it for now until it became obvious he was not moving nor looking away any time soon. Turning on heel would she finally address him. 

But it seemed that his staring had been noticed. As she turned to face him his mouth crumbled into a grimace at the curtness of her words. He refused to get up from his seat as he leaned back and replied in turn.

Just gunna leave this and say it’s done so I can work on other stuff.  It’s not exactly how i wanted this to turn out, but hey, learning and stuff.  

AU where Father Gascoigne’s awful hunting night doesn’t end in everyone dying, and Viola helps him regain his humanity. He might have some more bad days where he grows 10 ft tall but it’s all ok.

Welcome to the hive, Gascoigne!

You’ll be housed in district delta.

You will retain the ability to fire up to three blood bullets from your new bb gun per day. You will also be given a wooden axe and your music box.

Enjoy your stay!

“I saw them as beasts Elieen…and I wanted to slay them as such.”