[center][color=c0c0c0][b][u]Slayer[/u][/b][/color]
Level 5 || Day 3 || King Boo's Castle
[@Zarkun] [@Majoras End] [@Tenma Tendo] [@ONL]
[b]Experience: [color=orange]||||||||||||||||||[/color][color=black]||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||[/color] (16/50)[/b]
Word count: 552[/center]

A sudden change in atmosphere brought Slayer's guard up, and with crossed arms the gentleman peered at the specter whose ghoulish face wafted among the vapors around him.  He considered experimenting with a fiery punch to the royal apparition's laughter-filled mouth, but the lack of refinement that such an endeavor would suggest bade him push the notion aside.  In front of his team, the gates flew open, and with a noise like a monster inhaling an irresistible force yanked the heroes forward, causing Slayer's face to turn from curiosity to annoyance.  Not content to pull the would-be intruders onto the grounds, the vacuum persisted in dragging them across the lawn and then inside, giving each one without high defense a severe roughing-up.  After tumbling a few feet when the wind subsided, Slayer wound up in a casual position laying on his side, propped up on his elbow.  Around him, candles sparked to life in eerie manner, illuminating an interior gloomy and ominous as it was deceptively big.  [color=c0c0c0]”I've had a sudden feeling that today won't be so enjoyable, after all.”[/color]

He picked himself up and dusted himself off, noting with a sour look the new scuff marks all over his fine clothing.  For a few seconds he conducted a physical examination on himself, both to make sure that he'd suffered no injury and to stretch out for the exercise to come.

On the basest level, this castle did not live up to the dimensions its exterior implied, which suggested some form of active distortion.  If it were consistent, and the place was merely larger, then the task would be marginally more difficult, but Slayer worried that this place's interior might be mutable according to its deathly denizens' whims.  He'd have to assume the former, or no plans he made would be of any use at all.  So long as the main doorway stood nearby for reference, even this plethora of doors and hallways didn't seem too unmanageable, but Slayer ruminated that once any interloper took a few turns and things started all looking the same, becoming lost in this physics-defying space would become a serious issue.  And who knew what could happen to someone who spent too much time in this place?  Traps, monsters, and boredom could very well be the least of a hero's concerns.  [color=c0c0c0]”Blasted spirits.  There's an etiquette for how to treat guests, very simple.  We'll have to treat you in kind.”[/color]  Turning to address his group, he held up a hand as he spoke his mind.  [color=c0c0c0]”So, we've got a potential labyrinth on our hands.  In this sort of situation I've seen a fair few people split up, and seldom has it ever ended well for them.  At the very least, if we do decide to try and cover more ground ought to have teams of two.  It'd be wise to making markings or leave a trail to show where we've been and find our way back; if we get lost, I expect these ghosts'll have a field day with us.  For now though, we might as well stay together to see about that big room up ahead.  If you have any ideas or strategies, tell me as we walk.”[/color]  Placing his hands in his pockets, he set off down the main hall toward the sizable, boo-infested room.