11-21-2016, 02:05 AM
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...and with the advent of the month's blood moon, in a year that our seers have identified as one of the strongest on record for spiritual activity, I call upon all hunters, mystics, and agents against the supernaturals to be vigilant. Be watchful. And above all, do not give in to darkness in these dark times.
A young hyur set down his parchment with a worried expression. His over-sized and poorly color-coordinated padded armor contrasted well (or poorly) with slightly-too-small iron helmet. "Well this gets my bologna in a biscuit! Looks like danger is coming to our lands!"
"I'm glad that you were able to salvage that missive from the jaws of that most upset owl. I'm not sure why the delivery beasts seem only to target you with a foul disposition." spoke a capable-looking mi'qote from his side. She was immaculately dressed in the latest of vampire hunter fashions, and her weapons and armor were adorned with trophies and trinkets from her victories.
"It is not for man to know the mind of savage beasts!" exclaimed Susan Belmont, shrugging off the surely coincidental happenstance.
"Or trained carrier owls." agreed Twila Belmont, shrugging off the entirely purposeful and not unexpected event. "But on to the matter at hand, I fear the worst we have to contend with would surely be the machinations of our sworn foe, the cunning Dracula Fauder."
"You speak truth, as always, my most deductive wife!" said Susan in his outside voice, which was eerily similar to his inside voice. "But I not quiver in my boots like a youngling. I, Susan Belmont, wielder of the legendary weapon Gumblethorpe, shall take the fight to Dracula Fauder pre-emptively, so as to thwart whatever scheme he might be scheming in his scheme room!"
Twila focused on the most important parts of her husband's vow while gently encouraging him with her hand on his back. "That is quite bold of you. But be sure to call me if you end up getting in over your head, my darling Susan." As if to support her statement, she flourished her powerful spear in her other hand.
This, however, only inspired more courage in Susan. "Do not worry, my sweet! As my head is QUITE large, it is difficult for most things, myself included, to go over or around it!"
Twila looked flummoxed. "Dearest, please be mindful. Last time I left you to fight that Dracula Fauder on your own, he had you convinced that YOU were a dracula."
Susan's eyes grew wide. "I'm not?!?!? Then why I have I been paying him all this gil for garlic-based vitamin dracula suppresants?"
"..."
"......"
"..."
"...they're suppositories, you know."
...and with the advent of the month's blood moon, in a year that our seers have identified as one of the strongest on record for spiritual activity, I call upon all hunters, mystics, and agents against the supernaturals to be vigilant. Be watchful. And above all, do not give in to darkness in these dark times.
A young hyur set down his parchment with a worried expression. His over-sized and poorly color-coordinated padded armor contrasted well (or poorly) with slightly-too-small iron helmet. "Well this gets my bologna in a biscuit! Looks like danger is coming to our lands!"
"I'm glad that you were able to salvage that missive from the jaws of that most upset owl. I'm not sure why the delivery beasts seem only to target you with a foul disposition." spoke a capable-looking mi'qote from his side. She was immaculately dressed in the latest of vampire hunter fashions, and her weapons and armor were adorned with trophies and trinkets from her victories.
"It is not for man to know the mind of savage beasts!" exclaimed Susan Belmont, shrugging off the surely coincidental happenstance.
"Or trained carrier owls." agreed Twila Belmont, shrugging off the entirely purposeful and not unexpected event. "But on to the matter at hand, I fear the worst we have to contend with would surely be the machinations of our sworn foe, the cunning Dracula Fauder."
"You speak truth, as always, my most deductive wife!" said Susan in his outside voice, which was eerily similar to his inside voice. "But I not quiver in my boots like a youngling. I, Susan Belmont, wielder of the legendary weapon Gumblethorpe, shall take the fight to Dracula Fauder pre-emptively, so as to thwart whatever scheme he might be scheming in his scheme room!"
Twila focused on the most important parts of her husband's vow while gently encouraging him with her hand on his back. "That is quite bold of you. But be sure to call me if you end up getting in over your head, my darling Susan." As if to support her statement, she flourished her powerful spear in her other hand.
This, however, only inspired more courage in Susan. "Do not worry, my sweet! As my head is QUITE large, it is difficult for most things, myself included, to go over or around it!"
Twila looked flummoxed. "Dearest, please be mindful. Last time I left you to fight that Dracula Fauder on your own, he had you convinced that YOU were a dracula."
Susan's eyes grew wide. "I'm not?!?!? Then why I have I been paying him all this gil for garlic-based vitamin dracula suppresants?"
"..."
"......"
"..."
"...they're suppositories, you know."