video [isonade hunting tips]; un: hunter

[notched]

[ The woman on camera is petite with a pretty face. Her hair had been braided back neatly at some point, but now loose strands of it hang around her face. Her clothes are loose and androgynous; always in rough-spun breeches and sturdy boots. She is sitting in what appears to be one of the Tamamo pleasure dens, the phone balanced on its side with a stand so she can speak to it without holding it.

That's as far as she's gotten with technology, it mostly baffles her, but she has something to say: ]

Isonade hunters. Listen well. All Shark Giants are capable of a deadly, four-legged charge attack and they swipe at you as they come into range. Dodge to the side, not backwards, so that you may more easily circle to their back.

Bait and kite them until you are able to land your backstab cleanly. Their hide is tough, you must commit in full. But they will fall swiftly if their spine is severed.

If you have not the poise to withstand their charges, you must stay at range from them and work slowly, steadily. They will tire with the cumulative damage to themselves.

Gather as many Haniwa as you can to take with you. They have no particular defense against accursed attacks, these will be a great boon to you as a projectile. Do not linger long with them in your possession, however, or it will be you who suffers from their taint.

[ She goes silent for a moment. Studying the camera, something she is not used to speaking to. Her dark eyes are ever so slightly disconcerting, a little distant and empty.

But she quirks a small, courteous smile, ]

Happy hunting.

Comments

[appleforyou]

[Bulleta pauses, rolling the words over in her mind. A plague that turns man to beast. She can't relate at all. The feeling that rises up in her as she thinks of herself or her grandmother at risk of something like that is anger, of course, but it's mixed with something unfamiliar and unpleasant. Something vaguely like fear - something almost like sympathy.]

Nnn, that sounds absolutely dreadful. I'd rather die before I'd let myself be turned to a monster.

...

I guess... you became a hunter out of necessity, then?

[There was a clear discrepancy in their attitudes towards the craft, at the very least.]

[notched]

[ No one ever asks her why anymore. It's almost hard to remember. It's been so long, the chant has been incessant Hunter, Hunter, Hunter. Anna looks down with a frown, a pinch between her brows. ]

When it began... We thought it was a sickness that effected few. That we were protecting the people. Like a night watch.

[ She does not elaborate on what the truth turned out to be. ]

I was... proud to help...

[appleforyou]

[Bulleta can at least make some inferences as to what that truth might’ve been, given she had initially described it as a plague. It wasn’t a good scene, for sure. What a shame, she thinks.]

How noble~ Helping others is a big part of why I became a hunter too!

[Well. That wasn’t technically wrong, even if there was very little actual altruism behind it.]

Had it been going on for long before you arrived here?

[notched]

[ Longer even than any of the Hunters knew. They were experimenting on people in high, horrible dosages long before the evidence began to trickle out into the city. That's when they needed the Hunters to come clean up their messes. ]

Long enough, the militia was formed by the time I came to Yharnam. You hear tell of the creatures and see what they leave behind... [ An uncomfortable shrug. She was stupid. Naive. ] And you want to help.