[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]

Honored to be the head of his new little band, Slayer stepped aboard the train without delay.  He discovered at once, and with some surprise, that not only did the locomotive contained other beings, but they appeared to be all sorts of creatures associated with Halloween.  On second thought, he reasoned, he should have expected it.  The goofy grins of creepy clowns, the fierce looks of the imps that they hoped would compensate for their diminutive stature, and the vacant stares of wide-eyed fishpeople forced the well-dressed gentleman to smile.  [color=c0c0c0]”What a fun little event we have here, hmm?”[/color]  Having turned down the aisle, he came across a booth empty save for two mummies on one side.  After a slight bow he seated himself by the nearest ghoul so that the other three could occupy the booth's other side.  Six, of course, wouldn't take up much space, which worked out well given the fact that the Heavy fellow most likely needed all the space he could get.

Meanwhile, the train's intercom had come to life with an announcement that concerned the new boarders.  Slayer listened as the Headless Horseman hinted at their adversary, though his lack of subtlety left the vampire with something of an idea.  [color=c0c0c0]”He must be referring to Luigi,”[/color] he told Joker, Heavy, and Six after the PA went offline.  [color=c0c0c0]”Would that I might boast a better knowledge of his past, but I'm sure a prestigious hero must have many nemeses.  It's unfortunate that he couldn't be here today...the loss of a loved one must have taken a serious toll on the poor man.”[/color]  The respectful sorrow laid plain on his face took a few moments to fade.  It was a few seconds before he raised his elbows to put on the table between him and his team of newbies, and clasped his hands.  [color=c0c0c0]”Alas, we cannot undo what is already done.  Since we are to be allies, perhaps we might prepare for a better future by getting to know one another.  A synopsis from each of you concerning yourself and your abilities would be grand.  If I may, young one, I'd ask that you sign somewhat slowly.  My interpretation is rusty, I'm afraid.”[/color]

He removed his pipe from his jacket and puffed it.  When he exhaled, the smoke took the form of bats flapping their wings, which flitted upward to splash against the ceiling.  [color=c0c0c0]”As for me, you know my name already, but I have yet to truly introduce myself.  I am an observer of sorts, keeping an eye on the significant goings-on in my world.  When I'm not traveling or giving cryptic advice, I preside alongside my wife Sharon over a certain Gentleman's Fight Club, where the aristocratic elite engage in thrilling fisticuffs.  A gentleman takes his time, so I must confess my speed is not up to snuff, and I have no ranged capabilities, but I'm sure you'll find my brute force more than satisfactory should violence be necessary.”[/color]  Slayer replaced his pipe between his teeth and waited for the new heroes to speak.