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daybreakacademy2020-06-14 10:36 pm
untilitisdone) wrote in daybreakacademy2020-06-14 10:36 pm
Entry tags:
Slowly remembering
Who: The Slayer
What: Reacclimatizing to normal world life
When: nebulous time between now and when his casket was unsealed
Where: Daybreak
Warnings: Despite the icon, he does not go around wearing a helmet all the time.
The Slayer wasn't sure how long he had been lost in eternal battle in Hell, or how long he had been trapped in that damned sarcophagus, or even training with the Night Sentinels. Apparently it had been less than thirty years on Earth, which definitely didn't sound right. It was all so hazy though. Every memory of Earth seemed like a dream compared to the living nightmare that had been his life.
But now nothing was trying to kill him, and he had been forbidden in no uncertain terms from killing any of the daemons at this school. Well, that was fine. They would show their true colors eventually. And then he would deal with them. For now, he could wait. For now, he had to was remember how the fuck to be a normal person again.
-Lumiere floor 4-
The floor as an RA now. Or at least one who isn't an NPC. The man known only as The Slayer has moved into the room at the end of the hall and put up a rule sheet by the door to the stairwell so that everyone will see it upon arrival:
FLOOR FOUR RULES:
1: QUIET HOURS FROM 11PM TO 7AM ON WEEKNIGHTS
2: DISAGREEMENTS WILL BE SOLVED DIPLOMATICALLY WHENEVER POSSIBLE. IF I HAVE TO GET INVOLVED NO ONE WILL ENJOY IT
3: IF YOU NEED TO BECOME DRUNK OR STONED, PLEASE DO SO QUIETLY IN YOUR ROOM
4: DO NOT ASK ME FOR RELATIONSHIP ADVICE
5: DAEMONS ARE NOT WELCOME ON THIS FLOOR
That last one had resulted in a long discussion with the faculty before getting crossed off, but it was still a stark reminder of who exactly it was who was, at this moment, fingering notes on a guitar in his room with the door open.
-Some lecture hall-
At some point when classes aren't in session the Slayer claimed a lecture hall that had a projector screen, and was using it to catch up on all the movies he missed in his twenty seven years away from Earth. There's surprisingly few action films. Violence holds little appeal to him as a means of entertainment anymore. His tastes seem to veer towards lowbrow comedies and animated children's films.
There's a notepad by the screen with a list labeled "What should I watch next?" and a pen. Talking to people is still...hard, but communicating by notes is a lot easier.
-The Anvil-
Watching movies and playing guitar is all well and good, and the Super Shotgun was a VERY good gun, but it was just one gun. He needed more...options.
Fortunately, Daybreak has a whole wing devoted to manufacturing weapons. The Slayer wandered in one day, resting his shotgun on one shoulder, to see who was around and what they could get him. He was specifically looking for runecrafters and engineers.
-Wildcard-
Or suggest your own prompt for interacting with the Slayer. I'm easy.
What: Reacclimatizing to normal world life
When: nebulous time between now and when his casket was unsealed
Where: Daybreak
Warnings: Despite the icon, he does not go around wearing a helmet all the time.
The Slayer wasn't sure how long he had been lost in eternal battle in Hell, or how long he had been trapped in that damned sarcophagus, or even training with the Night Sentinels. Apparently it had been less than thirty years on Earth, which definitely didn't sound right. It was all so hazy though. Every memory of Earth seemed like a dream compared to the living nightmare that had been his life.
But now nothing was trying to kill him, and he had been forbidden in no uncertain terms from killing any of the daemons at this school. Well, that was fine. They would show their true colors eventually. And then he would deal with them. For now, he could wait. For now, he had to was remember how the fuck to be a normal person again.
-Lumiere floor 4-
The floor as an RA now. Or at least one who isn't an NPC. The man known only as The Slayer has moved into the room at the end of the hall and put up a rule sheet by the door to the stairwell so that everyone will see it upon arrival:
FLOOR FOUR RULES:
1: QUIET HOURS FROM 11PM TO 7AM ON WEEKNIGHTS
2: DISAGREEMENTS WILL BE SOLVED DIPLOMATICALLY WHENEVER POSSIBLE. IF I HAVE TO GET INVOLVED NO ONE WILL ENJOY IT
3: IF YOU NEED TO BECOME DRUNK OR STONED, PLEASE DO SO QUIETLY IN YOUR ROOM
4: DO NOT ASK ME FOR RELATIONSHIP ADVICE
That last one had resulted in a long discussion with the faculty before getting crossed off, but it was still a stark reminder of who exactly it was who was, at this moment, fingering notes on a guitar in his room with the door open.
-Some lecture hall-
At some point when classes aren't in session the Slayer claimed a lecture hall that had a projector screen, and was using it to catch up on all the movies he missed in his twenty seven years away from Earth. There's surprisingly few action films. Violence holds little appeal to him as a means of entertainment anymore. His tastes seem to veer towards lowbrow comedies and animated children's films.
There's a notepad by the screen with a list labeled "What should I watch next?" and a pen. Talking to people is still...hard, but communicating by notes is a lot easier.
-The Anvil-
Watching movies and playing guitar is all well and good, and the Super Shotgun was a VERY good gun, but it was just one gun. He needed more...options.
Fortunately, Daybreak has a whole wing devoted to manufacturing weapons. The Slayer wandered in one day, resting his shotgun on one shoulder, to see who was around and what they could get him. He was specifically looking for runecrafters and engineers.
-Wildcard-
Or suggest your own prompt for interacting with the Slayer. I'm easy.
Lum 4
[...They do know he's on this floor right? Let alone all the other daemons on campus. What kind of RA is this?]
no subject
Maybe if he ignored the daemon, it would go away.]
LUM 4
That does not mean that she isn't going to wander up to this one, however. For a good long while she stares at the rules on the stairwell door.
Not too much later, and she's outside the Slayer's door.]
...What does 'relationship advice' mean?
[reira,]
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But this was more than he was prepared to deal with. He just shook his head slightly, and that was all Reira got for an answer.]
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[She doesn't want to make this mistake, it's apparently very important.]
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[Talking to others when that endless well of bubbling rage is ready to explode at any moment? Pretending you didn't spend an eternity fighting for your life against foes that would drive most men mad? Being sure you're not mad yourself, or that this whole school isn't just another hallucination of a time when the world made sense?]
...people.
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...But you're a people...
[Wait. Oh no!
Reira gasps.] ...Does that mean you're not good at 'you'?
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...
I have to help you then.
[No you can't talk her out of this.]
Lumière
Late in the afternoon, he'll hear something being set on the floor near the door. If he stops what he's doing to investigate, what he'll find is that there are now a few plastic containers at his door, each labeled as to what they contain; one has a small variety of cookies, another is jerky (spicy, but fortunately not too much so), and the third is a mix of dried fruit chips. A welcoming gift of sorts by the look of it, now that he's actually gotten moved in.
The second thing he'll see is that the student out there—a rather young-looking girl—is cleaning up the area she'd been working at and putting back the things she had needed to stand on to reach some other things, because it's time to start getting ready to go do some of her usual work.]
Re: Lumière
Hm. Snacks. Clearly an offering of some kind. From a kid. Probably safe enough.
She looked like she was having trouble reaching stuff. The Slayer put down the box of cookies and walked out to see if he could help her reach that top shelf.
Up close, he was...very big. Six feet tall and beefy as all hell.]
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When the Slayer gets out there, he'll see that not everything she'd been using to stand on has been put away, so she still has some way to start on her way up there. It'd probably be way easier to just pick her up and hold her up there, but she hasn't asked for that because she's used to this.
When she hears him, though, she pauses, having not actually started climbing yet.]
Oh, uh, don't mind me, just putting stuff away.
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Oh, okay, uh, thanks. Can you take the stuff that's still on the counter and put it on the top shelf?
no subject
Lumière
...has someone tried to ask you for relationship advice, Mr. Slayer?
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Lecture hall
She was a little surprised when she noticed the Slayer watching movies... she sticks around for a bit to get a feel for what he was interested in before bouncing off... and returning with a selection of animated films that she sets down near the notepad.
She doesn't interrupt, but if he looks over at her, she silently gestures to a seat and tilts her head, as if asking permission to sit.]
no subject
The movie was Toy Story 2.]