[center][color=c0c0c0][b][u]Slayer[/u][/b][/color]
Level 3
Day 2
Location: Tetris Castle Grounds
[@Etherean Fire]
[b]Experience: [color=orange]|||||||||||||||||||||||||||[/color][color=black]|||[/color] (27/30)[/b][/center]

Involved as he was with Naija, Slayer did not notice the intruder until too late.  Silent and swift, the cat burglar gave no indication of its presence until its theft sent an uproar among the funeral attendees.  The vampire failed to turn in time to see what was stolen, but the tail end of the fleeing streak clued him into where it had committed the act and a simple glance took care of the rest.  In an instant, the robber vanished, a speedy blur threatening to escape with its ill-gotten goods.  While any do-gooder worth his salt would have leaped at the chance to return a pilfered object of importance, particularly something so important, the only muscle Slayer moved was to raise an eyebrow.  He knew without having to look that a great many of those present would throw themselves after the thief, so he needn't concern himself with how to manage a speedwalk without losing his composure, and instead the gentleman cast his thoughts elsewhere.

[color=c0c0c0]”A barbaric act—and one as insipid as barbarity.  Putting aside how it shouldn't have been able to infiltrate such a crucial establishment as this place, it must have been awfully sure of itself to try and snatch a soul from a place so dense with heroes.”[/color] Mischievous little beasts relieved of the burden of intelligence were not by any means unheard of, but if such a creature could get inside the grand hub of heroism known as Tetris Castle, it was either more than met the eye or aided by some other entity.  Guile echoed those thoughts as he barked out an order to the posse, but it seemed like he hadn't thought of -or at least put much credit in- the thief being some kind of shapeshifter.  One after another, the others took off after the Tac, and fast thought it was Slayer suspected the chase wouldn't last long unless it fled into some portal, protective barrier, or the like, probably established by a hitherto-unknown accomplice.  As he thought, Slayer hummed the tune of the song performed by the odd but talented troupe of animals in memory of Mario.  He did not expect one of those very musicians to plod over and, now that Slayer's chair had descended following Naija's departure, ask him what the problem was.

Slayer uncrossed his legs and stood up to his full height, causing his chair to morph back into his cape.  With a droll expression he removed his monocle, produced a hankerchief from his suit jacket with which to clean it, and replied, [color=c0c0c0]“A yellow creature shaped like the head of a cat rushed in and made off with Mario's essence and cap.  The more exuberant among us have, it seemed, all sprinted off to accost the rogue and return its plunder, possibly flushing out an accomplice in the act.  The sight of them all running off, a great mad gang after one rotund robber...wouldn't you say it's almost comical?  Overkill, I'm sure, but given the stolen items, I shouldn't wonder that so many would be so eager to get them back.”[/color]  He finished with his monocle and held it up.  It glinted in the morning sun, revealing it to be spotless, and with a satisfied look Slayer replaced the eyepiece before holding out his hand.  [color=c0c0c0]“Goodness, I forgot to introduce myself.  My name is Slayer.  Your performance just now was exceptional, considering the...'unconventional' choice of instruments.”[/color]  He eyed the bird in the bear's backpack, noting her vivid red plumage and sharp eyes.  These two, it seemed, were a package deal.  [i]A partnership far less contortion-prone than poor Zappa's.[/i]