[center][color=c0c0c0][b][u]Slayer[/u][/b][/color]
Level 4
Day 2
Location: Platform City Subway
[@Zarkun] [@Majoras End] [@Tenma Tendo] [@ONL]
[b]Experience: [color=black]||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||[/color] (0/40)[/b][/center]

No small amount of curiosity compelled Slayer to examine every detail of the haunting locomotive, but his fascination did not render him ignorant to the approach of four strangers.  At the sound of footsteps, he glanced over his shoulder.  A well-dressed man with long white locks, whose getup colored his own style of class with a sort of grimness, walked his way at the head of an extraordinary entourage.  Though Slayer had not yet had the pleasure of introducing himself to this Alucard fellow, his manner of address indicated that his reputation proceeded him.  The momentary sight of the black-clad noble's sword did not warrant so much as a batted eyelash from the gentleman, for the newcomers interested him far more.  He could not help but marvel at the sort of phenomenon that could bring such disparate beings together.  Around Alucard stood a brawny truck of a man, slender youth with bright spectacled beneath tousled black hair, and a tiny child in a yellow raincoat.  A task awaited him, it seemed: guide these new heroes through whatever thrilling seasonal surprise awaited them on the other side of a ride from the Doom Train.  All that remained was to stop gawping and start talking.

[color=c0c0c0]”Oh!  Of course, where are my manners?”[/color]  He joked, his accented though properly enunciated voice genial.  [color=c0c0c0]”My name is Slayer.  Most excellent to meet you all!”[/color]  Holding his right hand over his heart, he gave a polite bow.  [color=c0c0c0]”Please forgive my slowness.  I shall endeavor to be quicker on the uptake.  Heavy Weapons Guy, was it?  I assure you, I am no spy of any kind, though now that I consider it, isn't that just what a spy would say?  If I might be so bold, could I refer to you as simply 'Heavy' instead?”[/color]  He gave a chuckle.  [color=c0c0c0]”Akira Kurusu...if I were to hazard a guess, I would say that you're Japanese, correct?  I am unaware of the situation in other worlds, but in the realm from which I hail, there are precious few such persons remaining in existence.  Were you to visit, I can only image you'd be lauded as a national treasure.  Either way, you may rely on me in whatever missions we undertake, Joker.”[/color]  After that, only the most enigmatic member of the trio remained.  Quiet and unassuming she seemed the type of be easily missed, and though Slayer could not see her whole face, she bore a harrowed visage.  When this little girl 'spoke', she communicated via sign language, and the gentleman furrowed his brows.  [color=c0c0c0]”Oh, dear.  I'm afraid my signing is very rusty...I should have known better honestly, such a shortcoming is a hairs-breadth away from inexcusable...”[/color]  While he missed much of what she was trying to say, he got the message of her second sentence, though understanding it was another matter.  [i]Six...six years old?  While a child might in fact say that, I shall go out on a limb to make this assumption...[/i]  Kneeling to make himself seem less tall and imposing, Slayer gave the child a bow of her own.  [color=c0c0c0]”The pleasure is mine, Six.  Welcome to the team!”[/color]  

He rose to his full height a moment later as he stepped back, but his smile did not diminish.  [color=c0c0c0]”Twould seem we have a good lot here.”[/color]  Stepping to the side, he indicated the Doom Train's nearest door with a flourish of his hand.  [color=c0c0c0]Your first adventure awaits.  Shall we depart?”[/color]