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[paladin_of_iscariot]

Mundane, you have made a grave mistake in bringing me here. To take a Paladin of Iscariot from his most hallowed of duties of cleansing the world of the filth of monsters is a grave sin.

Repent, and send me back to my Crusade, and God will forgive you. Keep me here at your own peril.

"Kiss the Son, lest he be angry and you be destroyed in your way, for His wrath can flare up in a moment. Blessed are all who take refuge in him."

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[starcatching]

[There is a young man floating before Father Anderson with an inquisitive look, seemingly less-than-enthused.]

A Crusade? Now why on earth would you wish for such a thing, my good sir?

[Howl doesn't necessarily take kindly to needless wars, you see.]

[paladin_of_iscariot]

[He just smiles down at Howl.]

I cannot allow monsters to defile the land and slaughter the innocent wholesale, and insult the Lord by simply existing, now can I?

[idkworldruler]

Well then it's a reoccurring sin, isn't it?

[paladin_of_iscariot]

[He sighs.]

So it would seem. Still, God is a God of forgiveness, and not even this protestant scoundrel is beyond His grace.

He simply needs to return me to my Crusade, and start going to Mass, and God shall forgive the boy.

[starcatching]

[As Howl floats, he flips himself upside down in the air, facing Anderson at eye level. As a wizard, Howl doesn't know... or care much about 'the Lord', however, he does know a thing or two about protecting the innocent.]

I see, I see. [He's not quite convinced, however. His brow furrows.] Protection of the innocent is quite the noble endevour indeed, and yet, if such monsters and demons chose to remain peaceful -- harbouring no intent to cause the innocent harm, certainly you wouldn't feel such a need to eradicate them I would hope.

[tinkertailor]

Now, now, who says there isn't some joy to be had in the wide, wide world that our muns have found for us?

[She giggles.]

Tinker tailor, soldier sailor. My bullet punishes all without distinction...

This can't end well

[black_banquet]

Crusade, you say? Ahh, now that brings back some memories...

[paladin_of_iscariot]

I would not know. The Vampires and their ghouls lack souls, and think only of slaughter, spreading their plague, raping and pillaging the faithful and heathen alike.

They are a cancer that needs to be cut out, and I am the Holy blade that shall excise the tumor, and save the body of Christ!

[paladin_of_iscariot]

[He takes one look at Rip, inhales, and two bayonets slide from his sleeves into his hand.]

Perhaps I have spoken too soon. As it would seem that even here, your filth must be purified.

"Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand." Amen.

No, it can ONLY end AMAZINGLY. /o/

[paladin_of_iscariot]

[He takes a long look at Dracula and wrinkles his nose.]

You... are undeniably a vampire.

[He flexes a wrist, sliding two bayonets into his hands.]

Answer me, beast, what is your name?

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[black_banquet]

[Dracula makes a faint, wordless sound of bemusement. But otherwise doesn't seem particularly concerned.]

You're a bold one, aren't you Father?

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[black_banquet]

I have many names, but you would know me as Count Dracula.

[starcatching]

[Best... not to mention he's in a contract with a fire demon, and allowed said demon to eat his heart? Whoops. And yet, the extremity of Howl's own 'evil' extends to his vain desire to remain ~beautiful.]

Hmm, I must agree. We cannot allow the innocent to suffer at the hands of such vile creatures, now can we? [Still not entirely sold on Anderson's ideals, however.]

[singinghuntress]

I knew zhe Vatican vas full of itzelf, but you take it to new heights~.

[fairbrook]

['Sup, Father Anderson. There is a familiar, eyepatched woman standing before him. Don't worry, though. She recalls how you 'saved' her during the Battle of London, she'll play nice for now.]

Good evening, Father Anderson. [She starts off, lighting up a cigar. What a classy lady!] I see neither of our mundane waste any time. [Per usual. Perhaps she shouldn't tell him of how he died... oooh.]

/crawls quietly on in here

[vicious_nymph]

God? God?

And what is this supposed God of yours supposed to do? Last I checked, when things die they decay in the ground. They don't suddenly sprout wings and go to some mystical cloud pillow land full of sunshine and rainbows.

Besides, your God probably would detest me anyway. If he were real.

[Larxene, Larxene stop.]

[paladin_of_iscariot]

So long as I draw breath, the heathens shall find no respite. They shall find their retribution in my blades, and know the terror they visit upon the innocent a hundred-fold.

[idkworldruler]

That's nice. How are you so certain?

[paladin_of_iscariot]

[Sorry Vlad. You are not the Dracula he knows, and... really after seeing that, this form isn't as intimidating.]

Dracula? You? The Dracula I know is a monster with no equal. He can break the most devout men into a puddle of weakness with a single look. He revels in the trail of blood left in his wake.

No matter. You are a monster all the same, and will find your demise on the end of my blades.

[paladin_of_iscariot]

Just as you and your kind continue to sink to new lows. The more I see of this place, however, the more I recognize how quick to judge I was. This place seems to be in desperate need of its own Crusade.

[paladin_of_iscariot]

[His first instinct is to reach for his blades, but he stays his hand for the moment. After all, striking down a woman - no matter how petulant or unabashedly protestant - was unbecoming of a paladin.]

Hellsing. Yes, I must admit I was impressed with the speed at which the boy assembled the resources once he resolved to bring me here.

Pfffffffffffft

[paladin_of_iscariot]

[Anderson just tilts his head back, allowing the light to reflect on his glasses, effectively hiding the eye twitch as an almost manic grin contorts his face, silver blades slipping into his hands.]

The body is but a vessel for the immortal soul. Death only brings liberation from this mortal shackle.

[There's a grim chuckle.] Perhaps I should send you to Him, and test your theory.

"If anyone does not love the Lord Jesus Christ, let him be accursed at his coming. God save you from your fate." Amen.

[paladin_of_iscariot]

The law of God is absolute. His law is truth.

[idkworldruler]

Let me rephrase that, is it his law? Or yours? It can't be both last I checked, priests aren't cops.

This is gonna be good

[vicious_nymph]

[You know, priest, there's some things that are just as crazy as you are. Maybe even worse. In fact, at the chuckle she can't help but smirk at him, head tilting to the side as her kunai appear in both hands.

If he wants to play this game, then by God she'll play this game with him. Just ignore the electricity crackling around both her and her hands.]

I've seen death. There's no God, no fluffy white clouds, not liberation. Just blackness, desperation, loneliness. Is that the world your God creates for his so called children?

Come now, if you want a fight, you only have to ask nicely.