[center][color=c0c0c0][b][u]Slayer[/u][/b][/color]
Level 6 || Day 3 || Ragnarok
[@Dawnrider] [@Zarkun] [@Tenma Tendo] [@Holy Soldier] [@DracoLunaris]
[b]Experience: 46/60[/b][/center]

After a leisurely romp through a haunted mansion, where the most complicated thing to be encountered was jumping between platforms, Slayer could admit himself a little overwhelmed by this briefing. So much seemed to have happened during his other allies' outings, to which he remained essentially ignorant, try as he might to glean details from Vault Boy's explanation. Still, where there was a will there was a way, and Slayer harbored no intention of being anything less than the perfect gentleman and accomplish on this mission too. He made sure to internalize the squad's various objectives, wondering with idle amusement if he could bring down the ship merely by punching it once on board.

When Vault Boy left the team to their own devices -a brief moment of peace and companionship before things really got into gear- Naija wasted no time in addressing everyone. Sadly, Slayer could not boast a friendly acquaintance with her, but he knew her at the very least. In the few days she wore the mantle of hero, she exposed few compunctions about keeping her old self intact. The wings that dangled at her hips originated from the heroes' first mission, grafted to her body on the fly by a controlled dose of the Mugen Virus if he remembered correctly, and now she wore the clothes of another world's hero as well. In comparison, Slayer himself changed not one bit, only having recently gained the cane he leaned on even now. In light of all that happened, known and unknown to him, introductions seemed like a good idea.

Naija said hello to Akira, who returned the greeting. Though a couple present already knew the vampire, a couple didn't, so he resolved to make the acquaintance of everyone at once. [color=c0c0c0]“Good evening, esteemed compatriots. You may or may not know me as Slayer. I hope I shall prove myself a dependable ally to you all.”[/color] He stroked his whiskers, giving a helpless smile. [color=c0c0c0]“I'm afraid that I must sully our new fellowship with a request, however. I've been somewhat in the dark as of late. If any of you didn't mind terribly, I'd be more than grateful for a brief retelling of events I missed.”[/color] Hopefully, one of his comrades would be willing to get him up to speed.