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[color=red][b]|| Akira Kurusu || Day Three - Morning || Doom Train -> Boo's Castle || WC: 538 || Level 2 ||
|| Six [@Majoras End], The Heavy [@ONL], Slayer [@Lugubrious] ||[/b][/color]
[b][color=red]Experience:[/color] [color=red]||||||[/color]|||||||||||||| ([color=red]6[/color]/20)[/b]
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Akira frowned as the atmosphere changed in a matter of seconds. He couldn't say he was too worried about what was going on, seeing as he was almost always calm, cool, and collected, but he still held some form up guard up, in the form of placing a hand on his mask, furrowing his brows in anticipation for the worst. What they were greeted with was none other than the owner of the mansion... well castle now, King Boo was it? He had the thought of attacking and falling for the taunts the round ghost was pulling, but he ultimately went against it, since his physical weapons wouldn't do much against this kind of enemy.

Before he had much of a chance to react to anything else, the double gates swung open without warning, pulling the whole group, even Heavy, into the premises like a a vacuum. Akira tried to compensate for this by lowering his body closer to the ground, but this only made things worse, as his rather light stature and almost curled up posture sent him flying into the caste around the same time Six entered, groaning and hissing as he was completely at the will of this unstoppable force. 

Ending up like a pancake flat on his back, Akira let out a quiet groan as he slowly sat up, rubbing his head to rid the dull ache that now resided in it. Opening his eyes to take a look at what they were dealing with, Akira could only frown in annoyance. Great, just great. Big, spooky, and scary... just what he needed in his life. His face showed neutral emotion despite how annoyed and embarrassed he felt after being tossed around like a rag doll; why couldn't he have at least stuck the landing like Slayer did? ...Now wasn't the time to be thinking about these things, however, as he slowly pulled himself back up, nodding in agreement to Slayer's words while checking to make sure he still had all his equipment.

Listening on after Slayer mini ranted on the ghosts and how they were suppose to treat them kindly, the man claimed that they should move as one unit before deciding what to do next. Followed behind, but slightly to the left of Slayer, Akira placed a gloved had to his chin, allowing his thoughts to take over his mind. Back at home, he was use to having multiple people to work with and switch around on teams depending on the situation. One group of four would investigate first and take care of the monsters while the second group of four followed closely behind. It made things easier to take care of since he could just have his party members switch on the fly. But with three other people he knew almost nothing about, Akira was unsure of what to do. However he did know one thing.
[color=red][b]"Yeah, let's not split up. Having a core of four is good. Once we figure out what works on them and what doesn't we can use that information to our advantage and decide on what to do next from there."[/b][/color] Akira mused before lowering his head, already growing tired of the scenery that plagued the group...