BRING YOUR PALICO. SORT OF?

[dousing]

MONSTER HUNTER MEME No, not the video game. Okay, maybe if you squint? I guess? Anyway, this is for all the hunters out there. Ghosts, werewolves, vampires, behemoths, whatever it is you hunt, you can do it here. Pair up with someone to hunt with or find the creature you're after. Maybe even save some people along the way. What's that? You want pay? Take it up with the customer, buddy. Have fun, get messy, don't get eaten or possessed or whatever. Unless you're a monster CHASER, in which case that's a different meme category altogether. • Top level your character. Include any details you might think are relevant. Or don't. As always, we're not the cops. • Reply to other people's top levels! • Have fun!

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Ignis Scientia | FFXV

[libra_elementia]

[Lots and lots and lots of hunts in canon. Let's do this.]

Mollymauk Tealeaf | Critical Role

[mollymocked]

[it’s kinda what he does with his murder hobo life and his weird creepy blood powers. you can also hunt him if you’re super against people with horns. It happens.]

Goblin Slayer | Goblin Slayer

[whatsanogre]

[He's here to kill your goblins.

I guess he'll kill other stuff too. But he won't have fun with it.]

wanda maximoff ✖︎ mcu

[hext]

[ let's! get down! to busiNESS! ]

alucard. hellsing.

[goneforawalk]

[ wanna fight monsters with a monster?

wanna hunt this monster? be my guest. ]

cruz; granblue fantasy

[schweigsam]

[matercula]

[Friday arrives, right on schedule.

It's frankly a little stupid that she's being expected to put in a showing at this particular soirée; Hellsing works in the shadows for a reason, and there's neither sense nor any real point in subjecting a covert organization of monster slayers to the banalities of politics. But Lisa isn't stupid, and she can see the hand of the Duke of York working behind the curtains of this — why in particular he thinks that taking charge of Hellsing is a favorable career move is anyone's guess, but he's set his eyes on her organization as a prize, and this is quite possibly one more move in the long game toward trying to win it.

Which is, admittedly, part of the reason why she'd decided to take the somewhat unorthodox route of having Alucard appear at her side, instead of merely following along as her covert bodyguard. It's a risk, certainly, because naturally his visible presence will put them both under maximum scrutiny, but she knows full well that he won't allow her to be disgraced or embarrassed by poor conduct on the part of her servants.

Besides, she wants to see the old men squirm. Let them realize that they've got a nightmare in their midst, and see if they question her fitness to head her organization then.

She's not much a fan of wearing black, but she's also not about to give the old men the satisfaction of seeing her turn out in an evening gown, so a smart suit and necktie it is. A silver cross pin, an heirloom from her great-grandmother, sits pinned at her throat; her hair, usually left long, is pinned neatly back. Loath as she is to be carrying it, she knows better than to leave the mansion without a gun, so tonight she's carrying two — one in her purse, the other tucked away in her boot. There are cufflinks at her wrists and the faintest hint of color on her lips — her lone concession to femininity.

She's prepared. Now it's just a matter of awaiting Alucard, whenever he chooses to put in an appearance.]

[goneforawalk]

[ alucard doesn't usually do parties: his presence is almost universally loathed by the council that oversees hellsing, and seras is a better public face that's still able to protect their master. however, with the state of things as they are he'd practically insisted, wanting to make his presence known yet again.

he knows they'll be watched, and he knows he'll have to be on his best behavior. which is saying something, as it's not much better than his usual. mostly he wants to remind all of them who the hellsing organization employs, who works under lisa to cleanse the country of the restless undead. the snap of his teeth generally means death, and they're impossibly sharp when he smiles at the men that surround her at these things.

this is better than crashing a council meeting, all things said. he intends to be a dutiful hound on this night, to show just how tight his leash is kept and just how disastrous it would be if it were loosened even a little by someone upsetting the balance of things.

like the duke of york, for example. alucard still wants to eat him but since he hasn't been given permission he'll refrain: he knows he won't get permission but he still wishes for it in the back of his mind.

when alucard appears he looks as he often does: a smart black suit with a red cravat and a pair of round yellow sunglasses. he seems to have foregone his coat and hat however, letting his hair hang loose and wild instead. as much as he usually wears the coat that mimics abraham, tonight he's slightly more subdued.

slightly.

when he sees lisa for the first time before they have to leave for the party, he stills. they're not guaranteed to be alone here so he can't comment how he wants to, but he still smiles and steps close to her with a low bow. when he straightens his gloved fingers barely brush the cross at his master's throat before his hand drops back to his side.

his guns are stowed as they usually are, ready for use should he need them. he doesn't expect to need them tonight, but he's been proven wrong before. he stands before her as an apparition, barely still of this world, and cants his head aside. ]

Are you ready, my master? I'm prepared to escort you.

[matercula]

You know, I'd thought about telling you to size yourself down a few inches tonight.

[She's already watching for his reaction in the moment when he appears, gaze sharp and alert for every least little tell he might display when he first sees her. For someone who didn't know where to look, they might be disappointed; she, however, knows the meaning behind that little freeze, and the way his attention is drawn in particular to Integra's cross.

He'll be perfect for her, she knows, because it's what she needs and what this outing demands of him. But she also knows that he'll be watching for an opportunity, and if one should arise when he can be convinced that they're truly alone — well. He might just prove to be more than her dog tonight, after all.]

But I find having a dress code pressed upon me is tedious enough as it is, so I'm certainly not going to pay it forward onto you.

[Levity. She's more than pleased with him, and secretly glad that he's coming along with her tonight.]

I'm ready. Let's be off.

[goneforawalk]

I've been short before. I wouldn't mind it.

[ but he's glad for the leeway anyway. he doesn't really care what form he takes but he's used to this one now and he likes that he'll be able to properly loom as needed. he's taller than even the tallest of the council or anyone that could possibly want to usurp lisa, and he makes her look even smaller next to him when he stands up straight.

it just lets people underestimate her and get taken aback when her grasp on him is so firm. because it is: he may be a dog but he's a willing one, happy to bend to her will. but she's right: given the opportunity, he'll take what he deems as rightfully his.

still, he won't endanger anything they're trying to do tonight. when she confirms that she's ready he holds out his arm for her to take, head still tipped deferentially. ]

The driver is already ready for us. It shouldn't take long for us to get there.

[ it's funny that he should offer his arm: it's benign as anything, but she offers him her hand (and her blood) often enough that the motion means something. it won't be seen as anything but him being a dutiful escort by anyone else, but they'll know.

the car awaits. ]

[matercula]

[He'll find and take every excuse he can to touch her tonight, she knows, and he's clever enough to work out exactly where and how he can claim the opportunity without drawing undue suspicion. That, in itself, is just another way of keeping a measure of control over him through a means that most people might not expect — give Alucard a game to play, and it will hold his interest. Present him with a challenge, and it'll ensnare him doubly so.

(The fact that there is a very slender band of her neck left showing between the arrangement of her hair and the high collar of her shirt could be a coincidence, but it isn't. Just because they're accomplices tonight doesn't mean they aren't still playful rivals on other grounds, after all.)

So she links her arm through his and lets him take her to the car, acutely aware of the weight of the weapon in her boot and at her side. Alucard ought to be all the weapon she could possibly need tonight, and then some, but — no, she's no fool. She's never been one before, and she's not about to start now.

The event that they're bound for is a garden party, of sorts — housed on an estate not altogether dissimilar from her own, except of course that this one isn't built to house vampires. The grounds are landscaped impeccably, and the majority of the affair is set to take place between an indoor ballroom and the outdoor garden just beyond its vast pane-glass outer wall. The doors have all been opened to allow for free movement in and out, and the decorations are lavish, if nearly to the point of being ostentatious.]

ash ( vs. evil dead )

[yappening]

[goneforawalk]

[ the games they play hold his interest easily. lisa is good at it, at making him take notice and keep in line by allowing him just enough leeway to have some fun with whatever he's doing. the challenge is even better: he's been in perfect form since the other day, impeccable on all accounts.

(he would be a fool to think it a coincidence: he aches for a moment, just a sliver of time, to get his mouth to her neck, even if it's the barest brush of lips on skin. but he won't get that unless he gets very lucky, will he? they're briefly alone while they walk to the car and his gaze lingers at her nape just a little overlong before he opens the door for her.)

he's thankful the ride won't take long, though. the sooner they get there, the sooner he can take stock of who he needs to keep an eye on in future. anyone that might become between lisa and himself is an enemy, and he'll see them as such.

he lounges in the seat as the driver transports them, a lazy pet dog set loose for a moment. but when they arrive he's at attention again, moving to open her door and let her out of the car, ever the dutiful servant.

he hates the decorations already, but the only sign of that is a vague grimace in their direction. ]

Where are we needed first?

[ where shall he intimidate people to begin with? he's ready to play this game, whether it begins out in the gardens or inside the ballroom. he thinks he'd prefer indoors, where there are less ways to escape his intimidation. ]

[matercula]

Socially, we ought to find our host — but first I want your assessment of the grounds. I doubt we'll see trouble tonight, but if there is, the crowds will create chaos that an enemy will absolutely use to their advantage. You can't very well swing a cat in there without hitting a member of the peerage.

[Even as she orders it, she's taking her own cursory overview of the layout of the grounds, noting where the partygoers are tending to congregate and where their numbers are more sparse.]

There'll be no managing them in the ensuing panic, so our best bet will be to draw the threat off somewhere. Corral it and deal with it once it's been led away. Find me at least two feasible options, and then we'll present ourselves.

[goneforawalk]

As you wish.

[ and like that, in an instant, he's gone. scouting is easy and definitely his speed. it only takes him a few minutes: a few minutes of lisa alone and waiting for him to return before he's made his assessment and returns to her, just the same as before he left. ]

Security is woefully lax. There are tennis courts behind the mansion that aren't being used and on a larger scale there's a forested area to the east that's recently been used for hunting as far as I can tell. No one would be there at this hour. [ and, because he's an overachiever: ] There is a hedge maze that could be utilized for disorientation, but it should be avoided. People are using it and it could cause unacceptable fatalities if a threat is allowed to use it.

[ unacceptable to her, he means. he still cares little about collateral damage, but he knows she does. ]

[matercula]

Good.

[And she is pleased, both with his report and on a much simpler level, at his return to her. It's not as though she's so clingy as to be unable to stand to be separated from him for just a handful of minutes, but — well. It's better when he's close, is all.]

Once night falls, I wouldn't relish trying to draw a target out to the forest, but I'm sure it wouldn't pose you any great difficulty.

[Very little would pose her vampire any great difficulty, really, except perhaps the question of collateral damage. Still, with any luck their precautions will prove to be unnecessary, and this will simply prove to be an incredibly boring and tedious way of passing an early evening.

Satisfied, she slips her arm through his again, nodding for the doors between the ballroom and the garden, where an impeccably-dressed man in his early thirties has stationed himself to mingle with the guests funneling in and out.]

There's our host. Keep the menacing to a minimum, please.

Jonathan Reid | Vampyr

[championbittersweet]

[there's always Skals to hunt in London if someone's game to team up with a vampire, or perhaps they're looking to hunt him instead?]

Maria | Final Fantasy II

[seekingwhatsheslost]

[Join her party. Y/N?]

Noé Archiviste | Book of Vanitas | OTA

[disgustinglygladtolive]

[Can the monsters be saved?? ]

AU Loki Laufeyson (don't call him that), born and raised on Jotunnheim | MCU AU | OTA

[hyrokkinson]

[Oh, yes, let's hunt some monsters, especially ones that slaughter whole families and then would be perfectly mockingly tolerant of one's 'faults', yes. Know any? He can join. For exercise. ]

[catchytunes]

(How would he feel about being a violent errand boy for an angel who needs to do in some skals but can't actually harm them?)

[goneforawalk]

[ he feels comfortable back at her side. it's where he belongs, after all: a dog by his master's side. he won't say it, but he's hoping that something exciting will happen while they're out. the play of menacing without menacing, of being the perfect servant, is enough to keep him occupied, but he always wants more. ]

I can do it as necessary. It's easy to bait most opponents.

[ he takes her arm, the perfect gentleman, then nods and starts toward the man that lisa's indicated. he still looms, being so tall, but when he inclines his head in greeting and smiles, it's blunted. the man greets them, an impeccable host, but he seems surprised by alucard's presence, which just makes alucard's smile widen.

he says little during the exchange, a faint hello and not much else: his job is a polite and silent sentinel, after all. still, his arm keeps her close by his side. ]

Larry Johnson | Sally Face

[larryface]

[Canon slightly reluctant Ghostnabber? Open to crosscanon/media.]

Gabriel Starling (Werewolf)| OC | OTA

[dogamidstmen]

[ Can go with modern au if easier. ]

[championbittersweet]

[sounds good to me!]