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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.
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