[center][color=c0c0c0][b][u]Slayer[/u][/b][/color]
Level 1
Day 1
Locations: Tetris Castle Conference Chamber / Tetris Castle Warp Chamber
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Another round of speech cycled through the meeting hall.  Slayer spotted the fishmaiden waving his way, so he responded with a polite semi-bow to her as well.  Not long after, the mood of the room took a turn as Guile, evidently deciding to get down to brass tacks, ejected the rotund, loose-tongued Quina from the assembly.  A moment later the creation followed the cook, and the unchallengeable crash of the doors being shut resounded through the premises.  As he watched the American saunter back to his rightful place, Slayer idly wondered why Quina in particular warranted the trouble.  To be sure, the creature did seem frustratingly insipid and unconcerned with the matter at hand, and therefore could be said to be providing negligible value to a gathering of heroes with heroic intent.  Because of this, Slayer did not feel inclined to move a muscle in the simple cook's defense, but then again, few of those present were treating the matter with the seriousness it deserved.

Guile wasted no time in beginning his speech, and Slayer leaned forward, his elbows on the table and his fingers interleaved, to listen.  The announcement that the organization that the soldier helped to represent couldn't offer much information on the adversary did not bother him too much.  In many cases during his life, Slayer himself served as the vitally important information broker and hint giver to more heroically-inclined individuals he came across.  Having less than a healthy awareness of the situation wasn't convenient, of course, but he only needed some time to observe in order to develop a pertinent understanding.  He mulled over Guile's words about lone survivors and so forth, putting into perspective the first concrete details he'd received concerning the virulence of the nebulous Mugen Virus.  A holographic alien appeared to drop a few details that Slayer logged away.  [i]A shot, eh?  I don't believe one necessary, but I might as well.[/i]  Solus's succinctness left him unprepared for the deluge of information that followed.  He found himself forced to pay close attention indeed to the description, story, and other details about the Kingdom of Erion.  [color=c0c0c0]”Slay a demon and rescue a princess, is it?  Ah, the very stuff of the old tales!  Perhaps one day they'll tell tales of us.”[/color]  When the report on Erion's items came up, he gave it his focus.  If the virus was as deadly as he'd been lead to believe, no strategic advantage could be wasted.

Another bit of news that stood out to Slayer was his team assignment.  In an unlucky turn, he knew the names of none of his teammates save Quina, who he'd determined to be the portly chef that Guile kicked out prior to the meeting's commencement.  Though he sighed to consider that his group might have dead weight from the start, he did not consider the thought of completely discounting the cook.  Slayer sensed something monstrous about the creature—that it had latent power that perhaps only needed some direction to be truly terrifying.  He filed that idea away for later as he stood up from his seat to head to the elevator, through which he proceeded as instructed to the 49th floor.  All of the standing and sitting around, coupled with a somewhat restrictive load of orders and advisement, starved his refined taste of material to observe or admire, but Slayer was nothing if not a patient man.  

In due course he got his shot, though he was obliged to relax his muscles so that the needle could penetrate his skin.  Having yet to meet up with his group, he concluded that they must be accumulating at the outgoing warp and made his way there at a dignified pace.  He arrived to find an partly-clothed orange animal standing on its hind legs, a floating tribal mask, the dour man in black, the quiet man in white, and of course, Quina.  Speaking on its own, the mask took the initiative to introduce itself and the bandicoot, revealing him to be the team leader.  Slayer creased his brow; was this unintelligible, anthropomorphic animal really in charge?  He tweaked his mustache before giving a wry smile.  Everything about this situation was positively insane, so why not?  Clearing his throat, the vamprie held a hand over his chest and bowed his head.  [color=c0c0c0]”Glad to make your acquaintance.  I am Slayer, and I hope I shall be of use during our expedition.”[/color]  He withdrew his pipe from a coat pocket with his raised hand and placed it in his mouth, waiting for his other assigned teammates to introduce themselves as well.