[center][color=c0c0c0][b][u]Slayer[/u][/b][/color]
Level 3
Day 2
Location: Tetris Castle 70th Floor
[@Etherean Fire][@Holy Soldier]
 [b]Experience: [color=orange]|||||||||||||||||||||||||||[/color][color=black]|||[/color] (27/30)[/b][/center]

Slayer permitted himself a small, disarming laugh at the redbird’s harmless inquiry.  [color=c0c0c0]”Yes, actually.  Quite slow.  Hastiness ill becomes me.”[/color]  He waited with no shortage of patience while his two new acquaintances conversed.  In the end, they decided they would not join him, and to this realization he bowed his head.  [color=c0c0c0]”It’s no trouble, please do attend your business.  I’ll look forward to meeting the both of you again.”[/color]  With no cause to wait, he turned about immediately to start toward the castle’s entrance.  Their logic he could not fault, but in his case, he saw no greater reward than a spot of stimulating recuperation.

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The piping-hot water seeped into every pore, between every hair and across every centimeter of skin.  Its warmth loosened tense muscles, and its movement carried away dirt, oils, dead skin cells, and other such detritus.  Every ounce of discomfort oozed from the bathing gentleman’s body as he lay, nearly supine, in the spa’s giant Jacuzzi.  It drifted away to evaporate with the gentle curls of steam that lofted toward the roof, leaving behind only comfort and gratification.  Clad in a fittingly old-fashioned [url= https://www.historicalemporium.com/store/media/002393/002393_01.jpg]swimsuit[/url], Slayer enjoyed the height of luxury, and could not help but to let out a sigh of pleasure.  [color=c0c0c0]”Aaaaaaah!”[/color]  This was worth it.  He could stroll through chilly woods and gather ceiling dust under any amount of rickety castles knowing that such a paradise awaited him when he returned.  A glass of iced, sparkling lemonade, tangy with a touch of sweetness and just a dash of rum, rested inside the holder of a little pool floatie that danced among the bubbles, and every few moments the vampire helped himself to a sip of the titillating liquid.  He could not, he decided, put off the addition of such a spa to his gentleman’s fight club once he returned home.  Such a splendid fixture would be just the thing for the classy combatant to relax after a heated round of duels.

Speaking of, he would have liked company, but it seemed that Slayer had the entire spa all to himself.  He hadn’t happened to see any employees, but finding delightful relief was easy with just a little intuition.  Being alone in such a place was something of a pity; the best experiences were those shared, and this would have been an excellent opportunity for making friends, but he did not regret bathing by himself.  Without anyone else with which to stir up some conversation, he allowed himself to doze off after finishing his drink.  The spa’s silence, save for the soft clamor of bubbles jostling to breach the surface and disappear, was as heavy and soporific as the hazy air.