Could not stand the cowboy. Where the hell did Stoker get his impression of Texans?! Quincey is so over-the-top it’s ridiculous.
Best part? Whole gang is chillin’ in the parlor one night and sees a shape, presumably a bat, looking in the window. The cowboy skins his hog leg and goes blasting! Now everyone in the room is fucking deaf and he probably smoked a curious street urchin.
Stolen from reddit:
Dr. Seward: I’m the smart one!
Van Helsing: I’m the actually smart one, but I really just want to roleplay a funny accent.
Mina: I’m the one with a decent Wisdom score.
Harker: I’m just here because I’m Mina’s boyfriend. I’ll be over by the bowl of chips if you need me.
Arthur: I, well, I spent all of my points on being rich, so I guess I’m mostly funding the group.
Quincey: YEE HAW, I SHORE AM FROM THE GREAT STATE OF TEXAS, I RECKON! HEAR YER HAVIN’ PROBLEMS WITH A GOL’DURN VAMPIRE! T’AINT NUTHIN’ A BOWIE KNIFE AND SOME GUMPTION CAIN’T HANDLE!
Van Helsing keeps fucking off back home and cryptically suggesting that he knows what is going on but the others aren’t ready to hear it yet, but never once suggests moving Lucy out of London where presumably the vampire’s homeland soil is kept.
Could not stand the cowboy. Where the hell did Stoker get his impression of Texans?! Quincey is so over-the-top it’s ridiculous.
Best part? Whole gang is chillin’ in the parlor one night and sees a shape, presumably a bat, looking in the window. The cowboy skins his hog leg and goes blasting! Now everyone in the room is fucking deaf and he probably smoked a curious street urchin.
Stolen from reddit:
Dr. Seward: I’m the smart one!
Van Helsing: I’m the actually smart one, but I really just want to roleplay a funny accent.
Mina: I’m the one with a decent Wisdom score.
Harker: I’m just here because I’m Mina’s boyfriend. I’ll be over by the bowl of chips if you need me.
Arthur: I, well, I spent all of my points on being rich, so I guess I’m mostly funding the group.
Quincey: YEE HAW, I SHORE AM FROM THE GREAT STATE OF TEXAS, I RECKON! HEAR YER HAVIN’ PROBLEMS WITH A GOL’DURN VAMPIRE! T’AINT NUTHIN’ A BOWIE KNIFE AND SOME GUMPTION CAIN’T HANDLE!
These are my precise reasons for loving Quincey.
I absolutely love how the other characters are always going on about just how great Quincey’s manhood is.
And give massive monologues about bizarre pseudoscientific ideas that make no sense no matter how hard you think about them.
Well, on being rich and on having status he can pull to make people listen to him.
Van Helsing keeps fucking off back home and cryptically suggesting that he knows what is going on but the others aren’t ready to hear it yet, but never once suggests moving Lucy out of London where presumably the vampire’s homeland soil is kept.