Fourth Wall: We Gather Here to Face the Dusk

[thewatchers]

Fourth Wall: We Gather Here to Face the Dusk
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With the call for aid for the advent of the Suneater, the Academy has become one of the many operational centers around the world. The school while never having been quiet by any measure is now buzzing with extra traffic as those from all walks of life and not-quite-life gathered, preparing to literally fight for the sake of the world.

Whether the added souls were new to the supernatural, old faculty and students returning to the fold, or even legends whispered of in hush voices by those in the know, all are welcomed with open arms, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere despite the grim purpose of their visit.

A. Team-Build Exercises
To help with coordinating for the massive undertaking, team-building measures have been enacted, from trust falls to tag-team spars and even trivia bowls. Everything is designed to bring the disparate groups together to build trust and understanding...with varying results.

B. Breaking Bread
With the increase number of people needing to eat, the kitchen under the helm of Chef Hendersen aka Professor Bigfoot has been bringing out food from all corners of the world and the outlands - to make people feel at home - and for the daring to try the far more exotic fare such as Baatzou Surprise or Cumulus Puff from Celestia. And as it turns out - a speciality for the adults, they found some Ambrosia - drink and be merry.

C. Shop Talk
With the experience and wisdom of all sorts of trades and specialities being brought together, it’s only natural to want to exchange information and see what new innovations or experiments has been underway, or to get into impromptu competitions over whose ideas, spells or artifice will work better, especially if there’s money or bragging rights to be had.

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If none of these appeal, make up a prompt of your own.

((ooc: This is the first fourth-wall log before the 5th Herald and opened for ALL characters current, past and not yet here. Feel free to throw any and all characters in to get a feel or get them established before the big battle.

If you'd like to make further plans oocly, we invite you to make use of the CR meme and AU planning meme!))

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[untilitisdone]

The Slayer didn't stick around Daybreak for long after they had excavated him, but he still felt like they were a useful ally. In the time since he had left, rumors had spread through the supernatural community of his exploits. Demonic castles torn down. Bloodthirsty cults slaughtered to the last man. Ancient plots thrown into chaos by one man with a shotgun and a (supposedly) invulnerable suit of armor.

This was too big for one man, though, no matter how much fury burned in his heart. So he had finally returned to Daybreak Academy to seek allies and prepare for the final battle.

-1: Team building, of a sort-

The Slayer wasn't much for conversation, but he had his own way of making friends. His arrival was heralded by a glowing blue portal opening up on campus and just staying open. On the far side was a fortress of the fallen Outlands kingdom of Argent D'Nur that he had reclaimed as his own base of operations.

The Fortress of Doom was a dismal place, full of baroque statuary and ornate balconies and fortifications. More importantly, though, it was full of weapons. Guns, swords, spears, crossbows, axes, maces...if it was designed to kill, you could probably find it here.

And the Slayer was passing them out like party favors to anyone who dropped by. How's THAT for an icebreaker?

-2: Breaking Bread-

The Slayer was a big guy. Six feet tall at least, and months of freedom had replaced the skeletal thinness he'd had when they had originally found him in that sealed sarcophagus with pure beef.

Naturally, a figure like this required a lot of fuel. The Slayer wasn't much for talking, but he was almost methodical in putting a dent into the offerings from the kitchens. He just kind of sat down with a towering pile of food for every meal and quietly made it all disappear. The only thing he never touched was the alcohol.

-3: Downtime-

The Slayer was nearly singleminded in his preparation. Nearly singleminded. On the rare occasion where he wasn't training or attempting to arm the entire school or any of the other tasks that the advent of Nightfall required, the Slayer disappeared into his Fortress of Doom for solitude. And if anyone was brave enough to enter and find out what he was doing, they'd be surprised how...normal his leisure activities were. There were two main activities you might find him engaged in.

First: Playing guitar. His preferred style was loud and abrasive, but he was pretty damn good at it.

Second: He had a pet rabbit. It wasn't Daisy. Daisy was long dead, and his vengeance for her loss was unending, but...well...there are lots of rabbits. This one was named Rose, and the sight of the hulking mountain of a man fondly taking care of the tiny animal was...weirdly endearing.

-4: Wildcard-

OR JUST MAKE SOME OTHER SHIT UP I DON'T KNOW. LET'S GO CRAZY.

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[unlogic]

[So Desidera wasn't the only one keeping the kitchen busy; she's been back and forth quite a bit herself, staying mostly-quiet as she did so, occasionally mingling with other students for a bit—particularly her friends or any of the ones she's been tutoring.

In a pretty thinly-veiled attempt at looking for suggestions for what she should try next, she glances over to ask:] So, which of these things would you say you like the most so far? [Assuming that the man even has an answer for the question and would be willing to give it.]

[untilitisdone]

[He glanced over at her, then thought for a moment, considering the question.

Eventually, he reached onto his tray and picked up a pair of chocolate chip cookies to show her. He honestly didn't have a huge sweet tooth, but Argent D'Nur was not a land known for its sweets, and the part of him that could still think about such things had missed them.]

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[thedevilwearsgucci]

Ah, there you are! I thought I'd find you if I just followed the noise of angry, trudging metal guitar.

[ Cereza had a tendency to just show up in places and acted like she belonged there. It was a decidedly feline trait, and she successfully commanded the same authority as a cat would if anyone tried to remove it. That is to say, it always seems like some kind of subtle and horrible affront to higher authorities if they ever forcibly removed. Now, she stood leaning against the gnarled metal doorway to his room, in her usual well-fitting jumper and too-short business skirt, one long leg crossed over the other and a fascinated smile on her lips. ]

What I DIDN'T expect was to see one in your hands. I always figured your hands would be too busy tearing demons apart to practice something as arduous as this.

[untilitisdone]

[The Slayer's song trialed off when he realized someone was here. God, look at her. That arrogant expression, that tiny little skirt, that elaborately casual leg cross. This woman probably thought she was the hottest thing in the multiverse.

She was probably right, but the Slayer had little interest in that kind of thing, so he just kind of gave her a low grade glare for a moment before idly tuning the guitar a bit.]

It's like riding a bike. You never entirely forget.

Do I know you?

[thedevilwearsgucci]

We'd crossed paths once. A long time ago.

[ And he had been a topic of discourse between herself and Madama Butterfly ever since. This was no ordinary VIP, after all... this was the Doomslayer, the scourge of all demons, the one thing all of hell feared. A camo-green helmet containing the meatier parts of his head would be an exquisite trophy amongst the higher demons, and Cereza had gotten more than her fill of suggestions from her patron about what to do about him. ]

[ HOWEVER. He's not part of her contract, so no trophy heads for the Madama, no matter how many tantrums she threw. And in fact, the way this singular man has sent phalanxes of demons into utter panic and dispair, has left the witch rather curious about him...]

[ She peels herself from the doorframe and takes a few steps into his man-cave, extending a slender hand. ]

Cereza. Former cryptoliterature teacher at Daybreak. I've been away from those little Candles at the school for a while, but I've had my reasons. I get the feeling you have too.

[untilitisdone]

[He grunted, affirmatively, at that. Daemons were more his "thing", but angels had been behind the betrayal of Argent D'Nur, and he didn't trust the serene bastards. He HAD fought them before, on

He crossed paths with a lot of people, but most of them didn't leave a huge impression. That said, even if you weren't interested in her more physical charms, Cereza still had enough personality to stick out. Her flashy, ridiculous fighting style had stood out.

He doubted she had been too taken by his more...straight forwards methods, considering her everything, but rarely put much effort into making a good impression on people. Word got around, eventually.]

Same. Too much to do. Can't sit around much.