#grant danasty appreciation post

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The Pirate of the Roads himself: Grant motherf*cking Danasty, as he appears in The Curse of Darkness (without the dagger cloak, of course).

Grant, in his cursed monster form.

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Can we please take a moment to address that A.) Grant's STILL laid back AF despite being this weird monster thing that can never reenter society in Castlevania: Judgement, B.) His voice acting is so... droll and sarcastic, C.) wait a second all the voice acting is kinda droll and sarcastic, and D.) Aeon rocking dat eyeliner dou. e.e On a more intelligent note, would you want Grant to appear in the animals pre or post-monster 'caused I kinda dig the monster. .w.

Ooh ooh is it Grant Danasty appreciation night? I'm here for some hardcore Grant appreciation.

I love Grant's Judgment appearance so much. Here's this poor guy whose entire family got murdered by Dracula, then he got forcibly turned into a monster and essentially enslaved to Dracula, only getting a chance to escape once Trevor came around and saved him. And he's still one of the cheeriest motherfuckers in the series. Plus, his interactions in the game are adorable - his teasing of Alucard, his "HEY GIANT GOLEM DUDE LET ME TEACH YOU ABOUT LOVE" moment, his little “Well, I wouldn’t be here without my friend Trevor...” speech - it's great.

(And while, yes, the love triangle subplot was not strictly necessary, it turned out much better than a lot of love triangle subplots do, with Grant sitting down and realizing, hey, these two are my friends, they're happy together, and I should be happy for them rather than stay bitter.)

I am 100% for monster Grant appearing in the anime. It would give his design a stronger visual contrast from the rest of the OT4, as well as just being an important story point and looking cool.

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Grant: God, you're pathetic with a sword. Has anyone ever told you you'd make for a very punchable training dummy instead?

Hector: *Styria flashbacks* Lots of times.

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Hector, a Forgemaster: I have the power to turn the dead into night creatures.

Rosalie, a Priestess: I have the power to heal grievous wounds and curses, and dispel various illusions.

Julia, an Alchemist: I have the power to create various potions and talismans, transmute matter to my will, envision the future, and teleport instantaneously.

Grant, a Pirate: I have this knife, my pirate ship-slash-armored tank, this backup knife, my cloak made out of throwing knives, my collection of bombs and firecrackers I stole from the Chinese, this emergency knife under my wristbands, these guns I stole from the Ottomans, this knife on my ankle, this knife hiding under my hat, eight demon wargs that used to be my pirate crew, this wicked sword I stole from the Japanese...

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Hector: I should warn you about dealing with Striga. She's massive, even for vampires. On top of that, she always wears day armor that protects her from the sun. I must say, that armor of hers is tough. Mere arrows won't lay a scratch on it-

Grant, unveiling a collection of matchlock muskets from a chest: Oh, I didn't say I'm going to use arrows to take her down.

Hector: What the hell are those?

Grant: Lovely souvenirs from the Ottomans. Pretty useless after one shot, but they're good at piercing through thick armor. I've been dying to test it out on the perfect target, and you just gave me one.

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Hector: Don't you think calling yourself the "Pirate of the Roads" is just getting your enemies to laugh at you more?

Grant: The way I see it, it's more of a viable strategy, really. Make yourself seem lower to make your enemies seem taller. The higher their pride, the harder they fall. And besides, it's a fair trade; they get to laugh at my name, I get to laugh at their corpses.

Hector: *turns to Julia* He's a bit scary, don't you think?

Julia: *reading a grimoire unbothered* He is. That's what I like about him.

Grant: *smirks slyly* That's not the only thing she likes about me.

Julia: *smacks his head with the grimoire*

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The Children Danesti, a snippet of The Curse of Darkness.

"Back to the days when all Wallachia had to worry about was the constant barrage of bandit raids coming from the west," Grant explained. "... my family, once a great noble house, descended upon a small nameless village on the brink of devastation.

"They could've turned away, leaving the village in a grizzly demise while they deal with the bandits alone. Instead, my ancestor Dan offered the village his protection and repelled the bandits back to the wilds. As a gesture of goodwill and respect for their generosity, the village named themselves after our family name - Danesti.

"Since then, my family has made strong connections with the village throughout centuries. Hell, they even allowed their own children to serve as wards and retainers for the Danesti clan, letting them grow into great warriors and brilliant scholars.

"I had a sister, see, from that very village. We don't exactly share the same blood, as my parents took her in as their own after her own family died. I doubt she'll recognize me now since she was so young when I last saw her, but even now I do remember her name:

"Greta," Grant smiled fondly.

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The Night a Witch meets a Beast, a snippet of The Curse of Darkness.

A puff of smoke shining in silver poured out of the hall like an explosion, but harmlessly faded into the wind like sand against a storm. As the smoke began to clear, Julia brushed her eyes clear to see what her exorcism had wrought upon the beast.

But as she saw with her own bewildered eyes, the nasty beast was no longer there where she had left him. Only a pile of worn-down and bloody bandages remained, and the figure of a young man bathed in the middle of it.

Julia, drawn by curiosity and fear, slowly approached the pile of bandages and smoke fumes to take a closer glimpse of the man sleeping in front of her.

He was completely nude, his body bore the astute complexion of a skeleton. His skin was covered in horrible scars, not a single inch of it was free of any old wounds. His messy hair, pale as snow just a moment ago, now transformed a tinge of brown.

And his face, obscured by his own luscious hair, was something that Julia wanted to see. So carefully, she reached out her hand and touched the locks to get a better look at him.

The young man was stirred away, and quivered violently at her touch. His pale blue eyes saw her, and they were empty yet ferocious like a wolf's. He flailed his arms at her and tried to roar, but even the vicious roar of the beast itself had left him entirely, now screaming on the top of his lungs.

He pinned her down with his arms reaching out as soon as he got up, but Julia got ahold of his wrists and kept them in place. The man incessantly screamed at her, trying to bite her and break free from her bond yet his body was far too weak to push her away.

Julia was scared out of her mind just like him. She had never encountered another human before, not after the witch hunts from so long ago. She loathed them to the core, but that hatred was now replaced by fear when she most needed it.

As she struggled to maintain the young man, Julia suddenly remembered how Rosalie would calm her down in times of distress. Acting accordingly, Julia released her tight grip on the man's arms and placed them on his cheek. She chanted a small prayer, the same one Rosalie sang every day, as her own palms began to glow.

Slowly but surely, the young man stopped pushing her away and the warmth of her touch, and the serenity of her magic. He then fell against Julia like a limp noodle, but she caught him and let him land on her lap.

Julia's heart skipped a beat when her fear had finally waned, as she could now see his face as his hair was now out of the way. He had to be the most handsome face she had ever seen, something that came out of her dream. And that confused her even more.

In the end, she unbuttoned her cloak and wrapped the young man around it. And together they sat on the cold floor of the ruined chapel as the night passed by around them.

As the first ray of the morning sunlight peered through the broken roof, the young man fluttered his eyes awake and found himself resting on Julia's lap. This time, his eyes were less animalistic and more human than before; they saw and they gleamed with a drop of hope.

"Are you..." His voice was hoarse and dry. "Are you an angel?"

Julia didn't know how to respond to that question. Up until now, she had always detested her sister Rosalie's optimistic belief that humans were more than worthy of a second chance. But now she stood at a hill of uncertainty; she saved a human's life and she didn't even realize it.

Her heart was pounding so fast, Julia nearly mistook it for a horrible hex laid upon her. At once, she adopted a hopeful smile, the same as Rosalie's own, and said to him.

"I'm not an angel. I'm a witch, and I freed you from your curse."

The young man managed a smile of his own, as specks of tears formed on his eyes upon realizing his freedom. "At last... Thank you for saving me, kind witch."

Julia blushed so suddenly; she had never received such nice words of her expertise from anyone other than Rosalie. Her fear, as well as her stone cold heart completely melted away whenever she gazed at his eyes. She managed a giddy little giggle to let these feelings unfold much neatly.

"My name is Julia," she told him. "Do you still remember yours?"

"I... I..."

The young man averted his eyes away from her, scared as he hasn't fully recovered his memories, his only thread that tied him back to his past life before the curse overtook him.

He started squirming under the cloak in panic before he stopped completely and began to smile fondly. Julia knew what it meant; his memories have returned to him, even if it were a little late. When he finally remembered it all, his face lit up and faced her once more.

"It's... Grant. My name is Grant of... House Danesti."