[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] (18/50)[/b]
Word count: 502[/center]

An expression as guarded as it was exasperated overtook Slayer as his group closed in on its target.  Around them, the darkness had coalesced into an impenetrable haze with a clear border beyond which no light seemed to exist, save for similar well-defined circles of light around various candlesticks.  The gentleman did not appear frustrated, however, until he needed to stop himself from stepping over the edge of a tremendous abyss where the floor of the central chamber should have been.  A quick look down confirmed no end in sight, and the bothersome sight restriction left no suggestion of where to go for the moment.  For want of an option the vampire looked around at the spherical, rather harmless-looking specters floating around.  It took him but a moment to discern that when his gaze fell upon any one of their number, that ghost shied back, trying in vain to hide its scrunched-up face behind tiny, stubby arms.  [color=c0c0c0]”Bashful?[/color] Slayer ruminated aloud.  An idea struck him, and -figuring that it couldn't hurt to try- he lashed out with a backhand into empty air, the speed of the blow igniting momentary purple flames.

[color=c0c0c0]”Hullo, fine spirits,”[/color] he greeted.  [color=c0c0c0]”You lot seem nice enough, so I'd rather that we part ways as civil acquaintances, but if you insist on hounding us I'll be forced to banish you to the afterlife with my Spectral Hellfire!”[/color]  For a brief moment Slayer swapped out his calm, amicable face for a dangerous leer, but he could keep it up for a few seconds only.  The thought of what he must have looked like made him want to chuckle, but for the sake of his bluff he steeled his countenance.

Crossing his arms and looking back into the void, Slayer noticed that what he assumed to be ghostly lights were in fact pitiful lights giving away the locations of a number of platforms, suspended above the darkness.  The gentleman suppressed the urge to roll his eyes, and affected a resigned inclination of the head in its place.  [color=c0c0c0]”I suppose it can't be helped, hm, lads?  Alley-oop!”[/color]  Ruffling his dignified composure, Slayer leaped forward, windmilling his arms and legs no small amount.  His mental calculations proved sufficiently sound when his pristine Oxfords tapped against his nebulous target's solid surface, and to an untrained eye the gentleman appeared to be perched upon the Stygian black itself.  He beckoned to the others, though Heavy's physique did not fill him with confidence in terms of acrobatic accomplishment.  [color=c0c0c0]”No time to waste.  If you need help making it the full distance, jump my way and reach for my hand.  I shall catch you.”[/color]  Heavy, of course, was the chief recipient of his offer, but it occurred to Slayer that Six might need a hand as well.  Now that he thought of it, actually, he hadn't thought much of Six for some time now.  He cast an eye around the feet of his comrades, searching for a spot of reflective yellow.  [i]Where could she have gone...?[/i]