[center][color=c0c0c0][b][u]Slayer[/u][/b][/color]
Level 3
Day 2
Location: Tetris Castle 70th  and 30th Floors
[@Lmpkio][@Bright_Ops][@DracoLunaris][@Etherean Fire][@Holy Soldier][@Zarkun][@Guardian Angel Haruki][@WingsOfBronze][@Rockin Strings][@Crosswire]
[b]Experience: [color=orange]|||||||||||||||||||||||||||[/color][color=black]|||[/color] (27/30)[/b][/center]

Like all good things, Slayer's luxuriant nap in his jacuzzi had to come to an end.  Eventually, he tired of the sensation of constant bubbling, and the heat became uncomfortable.  At that point the gentleman could only give a sigh of absolute contentment and pull himself from the churning water.  A quick stop in the changing room developed into a longer break as he coerced his hair back into its usual stylish and showy shape.  It was during this preening that Guile's call to action came in the form of an odd turtle riding a cloud.  Still smiling, Slayer read the message and returned to the Lakitu a nod of acknowledgment.  A few final swipes of his comb later, he pulled on his suit jacket, tied his tie, and donned his scarlet cape.  After a moment a consummate gentleman, refreshed, pleasant-smelling, and extraordinarily clean, stepped out of the spa and made his way to the elevator.

The ride was short, but at its end lay something worthwhile.  Around the same meeting table where he and his allies had first been briefed before venturing into Erion, a platoon of fresh-faced heroes waited to receive their first orders.  This bunch, Slayer felt, seemed more full of that determined vigor that so often flowed through doers of good, and he felt as though they might be more reliable than the grittier, more realistic individuals who abandoned the cause in the twilight forest.  Putting together the faces he knew from his previous mission and those he'd spotted during the funeral, the vampire could more or less claim acquaintance with everyone present.  He had yet to properly introduce himself to most of the newcomers, however, and looked forward to getting to know them better.  There were a couple complete strangers, however, such as the pudgy short man and his lanky, purple-clad companion.  One stank, literally and metaphorically, of greed and repugnance, but the other's hollow look and bent posture spoke of self-pity.  Recognizing this, Slayer felt compelled to try and talk to the man, perhaps give him some attention and companionship.  [color=c0c0c0]”Good day to ya all.  Just seeing the lot of ya rearing to go lifts an old man's heart, ya know.”[/color]  He did not ramble on, however, and instead fixed his eyes on Guile to await a hearty dose of intel.

From the way the soldier described things, Slayer felt as though he'd missed out on something, no doubt linked to the hubbub earlier in the morning.  All the same, his countenance betrayed nothing, and rather than quibble about 'cat burglar' this and 'King Dedede' that, he sought to glean what he could.  Evidently this strangely-named monarch had gained possession of the precious items pilfered from the funeral, and awaited a stern confrontation from the ramparts of his Butter Buildings.  [color=c0c0c0]”How...cheery!  A lighthearted change of pace from the gloom of that solemn kingdom, eh?  Yet I suspect there is much more to this realm than meets the ear.”[/color]  Next, Guile addressed the veterans directly.  Though he wondered if a single mission warranted any sort of status as venerable instructor, Slayer commanded a vast treasure trove of knowledge when it came to helping out.

[color=c0c0c0]Certainly,”[/color] he gave a nod and turned around, holding up his hands to draw attention.  [color=c0c0c0]”Most poignantly, I'd like ya to be aware that things around here may not 'work' as yer used to.  As best I can tell, reality operates slightly differently in different worlds, so be prepared to adapt to new and strange situations.  This includes yer own abilities, so don't rely on any gimmick ya might have to carry ya through a dangerous situation.  If we had more time, it'd be smart to run some tests, but we don't have much to spare.  Second, try and observe yer teammates and find someone who compliments yer fighting style.  On yer own, ya might be strong, but pairing up is all sorts o' good.  Cover weaknesses, enhance strength, combination attacks...don't be afraid to try something new.  That should cover the basics, mm?”[/color]  He gave a firm but encouraging smile, sure that he could convince the new heroes that things would turn out well.