Fantasy The Slayers of Evalon [Modern + Fantasy + Monster Slaying + Open]

[Justin93Daniels]

"There are three Realms in Earth: The Mortal Realm, the Void, and Evalon. Within each Realm, Doorways in-between each lie in secrecy. When they are opened... Nightmares hunt for Victims..."

(Earth, May of 2021)
From the deepest, darkest corners of Earth, monsters stalk within the night, ranging from Werewolves to Vampires, Specters to Demons, and several other dangerous entities yet to be discovered... but not all monsters are evil, though.

Spirits of Light, better known as Evalonians, have protected Earth's inhabitants for countless generations, and managed to keep the darkness at bay. With the help of a Top-Secret Society that aid the Evalonians by developing weapons, tools, and trinkets to aid in protection from the Darkness, the evils remain, for the most part, well-hidden, with only a few appearances here and there. Sasquatch Sightings, for example, turned out to be true, and were oftentimes a good lead for the Society Members to Hunt them and turn the Public Opinions against it by "Disproving" them... for obvious reasons, of course.

These mysterious Hunters are our protectors...

... these "Protectors" are referred to as "Slayers"... and most of these Slayers are Evalonians disguised as Humans... only a select few of them are actually Humans, though... and even fewer know of their partners' True Forms... for obvious reasons.

You happen to be one of the newest Slayers... and whether Human or Evalonian, it is up to you to pick your partner carefully... because you never know who, or even what, your partner may be on the inside...

"So tell us, exactly... what's your Story? Why do you want to become a Slayer?" comes the question of the Receptionist. Looking up, you snap out of your faze, before coming up with a reply.

However, before you have a chance to speak, the Receptionist waves a hand to stop you there.

"On second thought... I don't care. Just know that when you choose to take on this Oath, you'll be in it for Life, and in most cases, even Death... just remember that once you turn your Application Forms in... oh, and one last thing."

When you look him in the eye, he appears to be holding a stopwatch in-between you two.

"You're about to wake back up, in whatever hellhole we found you in... don't question it, just be ready to move when you get our Calling Card."

And with that, he snaps his finger. Immediately following that, your eyes open back up! Near you would be a sheet of paper... a note.

"An Agent will be with you shortly."

• Character: Sukia the Kitsune
• Character: Alvo the Silver Fox (Class: Elite Slayer)
• Character: Sukia the Kitsune
• Character: Jason Walker the Human (Slayer-In-Training)
• Character: Sukia the Kitsune
• Character: Jason Walker the Human (Slayer-In-Training)
• RP Rules

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  { Sukia, Evalonian ♀, Villager Goldwood }
  (Evalon, Present Day)​
  
  It's been a long, stressful day in Goldwood Village. Several short-looking Evalonians can be seen traveling back and forth, from wooden shack to wooden shack, all in their natural forms.
  
  These figures may, at first, seem like nothing more than bizarrely-colored animals or creatures of varying species. However, the truth of the matter is that they can, in fact, transform themselves to resemble Humans, and "Cross" between the worlds at will. Many of these Evalonians even have "Human Identities" that they use to hide their true forms... but not all of them can control their powers perfectly, and tend to overlook a few minor details, such as cat-like eyes, beaver or rabbit teeth, maybe a visible tail... and in most cases, these are less "Overlooks", and more "Limitations to their power".
  
  But those Evalonians' Human Forms are, for the most part, good enough to wear clothing to conceal said features, like "Glasses", "Hats", or simply tying their tail(s) around their waist, and covering it with clothes... though the latter can be quite tricky and even painful if they have to do so for long periods of time.
  
  "Sukia? Are you up yet?" a bright-red fox calls up a stairway within a tiny stone hut. She leaps up the stairs, and pushes on one of the three doors upstairs.
  
  When inside, her eyes focus on a shorter White and Red female fox with three tails, as opposed to the mother's one.
  
  Sukia's ruby-red eyes are closed, and a small bubble inflates and deflates below her snout... she is sleeping. And quite heavily, too.
  
  The mother fox groans before walking up to the sleeping Kitsune and, with a deadpanned expression adorning her features, firmly bites her ear and pulls up.
  
  Immediately, Sukia yelps; her eyes popping open widely.
  
  "GAH! I'M UP, MOM, I'M UP!"
  
  Upon hearing her daughter's yelping, the fox releases her hold on her daughter, though her anger is still present.
  
  "Sukia! How many times are you going to oversleep like this?! The Second Sun is about to rise, and you have yet to even prepare yourself, on this special day!"
  
  "Special... day?" Sukia mumbles, rubbing the sore tip of her ear. Once realization dawn upon her, though, her ears perk up, and she gasps.
  
  "OH MY GOSH, THE CEREMONY OF LIGHT! I'M GOING TO BE LATE!" she screams at the top of her lungs, before instantly leaping from her bed and charging towards her door...
  
  ... only for the door to close by an unseen breeze, leading to her ramming her head into the hard wood.
  
  "Ow... Mom! What was that for?!" she complains.
  
  Her mom shakes her head, her once-glowing yellow eyes now returning to their original hue. She would chuckle a bit at her daughter, before shaking her head, tsking.
  
  "Now now, Sukia... you remember that we're only going there to support the Evalonians that are about to dedicate their lives to becoming Slayers, and nothing more... there's no need to rush into the ceremony!"
  
  Sukia sighs, but nods her head submissively. "Yes, Mother..."
  
  Her mom then glares at her, and adds, "And remember... if your name is drawn from the Seer's Orb, you are to decline the invitation!"
  
  Sukia looks at her in disbelief. "What?! But Mom, Dad was a-"
  
  She is silenced when her Mother glares at her even more fiercely, leaning into her face.
  
  "There are no rules against declining the invitation, Sukia... in fact, the Seer's Orb encourages one to think carefully about their actions before they agree... I already lost one family member to that accursed place... and I will not lose another one! Now brush your fur, get your scarf, and perish that thought of going there."
  
  Without even waiting for a response, Sukia's mom turns around and leaves Sukia in her room, looking somewhat sad.
  
  She looks towards her nightstand, and opens the drawer to pull out a bright lavender-colored scarf, with a blue crystal orb attached to it.
  
  Sukia then stares into her own reflection for a brief moment, once her scarf is tied around her neck.
  
  The last time she saw her father, she was only four years old. And yet, her memories of his extraordinary abilities could still be recalled, in the stories that he told her of his adventures back on Earth...
  
  
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  { Alvo (Disguised), Evalonian ♂, Elite Slayer }
  (Earth, 14 Years Ago)​
  
  A storm rages on in the small town of Fair Grove. From within the center of town, two cloaked figures walk in silence... one of which is a man with long, black hair and a thick beard, who's carrying a shotgun. Another is a man with long, white hair tied into a ponytail, wearing round shades, and a black cowboy hat.
  
  The two walk through the storm, seemingly unfazed by the rain pounding at their heads and chests. The man with the white hair nods his head in greeting at the dark-haired one.
  
  "Mr. John Walker... I see you're on the task, already... no signs of the target, yet?"
  
  The black haired man nods in response, before observing the area surrounding them.
  
  "Pretty much. Got a letter requesting that we take care of a 'Werewolf Problem' up here... but as you said, nothing so far."
  
  "I see... then it looks like I came here in time."
  
  "Gonna sniff it out for us, Al?" John asks.
  
  Instead of a vocalized answer, Alvo closes his eyes, draws his Katana from its sheathe, and lowers to the ground. His body engulfs in smoke. When the smoke clears out, a black and white fox with piercing red eyes stands in his place, with the Katana held firmly in his mouth.
  
  
  

  
  { Alvo - True Form }​
  
  John simply shrugs the transformation off, having seen it before several times. However, he can't help but wonder one thing.
  
  "Man, you Evalonians and your traditional weapons... why the hell do you keep using those old-fashioned weapons, anyways?"
  
  The fox rolls his eyes before replying in a muffled tone (due to the Katana being in his mouth), "Haven't I told you yet? Those weapons are loaded with Spirit-Repellant things, and just don't sit well for us... and besides that, how do you expect us to hold a gun when we're in our True Forms?"
  
  John smirks, before shrugging his shoulders. "Eh, fair point. Well anyways, ya find somethin'?"
  
  Alvo begins to sniff around the area, then growls at a peculiar stench.
  
  "Yeah... think I smell an Eldritch nearby..."
  
  John tenses at that, before quickly opening his shotgun, and switching the bullets out from "Silver" to, what his box says, "Rock Salt".
  
  "Well, shit... what's an Eldritch doing so far from the Void? Ain't their nearest Gateway over in No Man's Hill?"
  
  Alvo, in turn, shakes his head. "I haven't a clue, myself... but whatever the case, be ready... this one smells quite powerful..."
  
  As if on instinct, the two Elite Slayers quickly turn towards the town's entrance, where a mysterious sound could be heard.
  
  "Hmm... sounds like some kind of warped singing... I would've guessed Harpies, if it weren't for it being an 'Eldritch'," John begins, before opening his shotgun back up, "so it looks like we've got us a Dream Eater on our hands."
  
  The two Slayers begin to approach the entrance to the town, before the rain stops around them. The fog clears up, revealing a large red figure standing in the center of the gate.
  
  The creature is shaped like a thin, red rose, with its petals replaced by tentacles covered in variably shaped eyes. Its core, rather than a body, is a twisted, distorted human-like face, with a mouth that lacks a jawline. It has three tongues, with the tips of each opening and closing with fanged lips.
  
  "Yeah... this one's gonna be ugly." John says, before once again replacing his ammo. Rather than "Rock Salt", he decides to use "Sticky Shells". He pumps the shotgun, which puts both shells into the barrels, before adding a couple "Bird Shot Shells" in it.
  
  Alvo raises an eyebrow at his last choice. "Didn't you say those are weaker?" he asks, recalling the tips that John gave him in the past, during one of their previous encounters.
  
  John nods his head. "Yeah, but they scatter more than the others. And with the good ol' Sticky Shots, I don't need much power to get the job done."
  
  "Ah... well, as long as you're sure about what you're doing." Alvo comments again, before tightening his jaw's grip on the Katana.
  
  John raises his Shotgun and nods his head, signaling that he's ready. When Alvo imitates the motion, the two of them rush towards the Dream Eater.
  
  It hisses loudly at the sudden movements, before the tentacles start moving along the ground, dragging the creature closer to its prey.
  
  John fires his shotgun at the creature's base, before rolling to the side, dodging the tentacles that lash towards him.
  
  Alvo keeps a safe distance from it, and closes his eyes to focus his move carefully... - a common tactic that the Slayers use. Gunners would be up front, dealing Damage while focusing mainly on Status and Impairments, while the Blades dish out the attacks when the creature is either stunned, unarmed, or incapacitated.
  
  The creature hisses while the the Sticky Round pierces into its body, before it bursts into several smaller pebbles that, on contact, stick to it in multiple areas of its body, from top to bottom.
  
  Its distorted face twists around its body, before looking directly at John and opening its mouth to strike with its three tongues... but his Shotgun Barrel is already aimed at its mouth!
  
  With a grin, he fires directly into its throat, causing a few small spiked orbs to pierce its entire mouth and burst into tiny bits that fill a large portion of its insides.
  
  It recoils back several feet, while he rolls back, pumps his "Bird Shots" into the chamber, and grins from his prone position.
  
  "Bombs away!" he calls out, before firing the shot.
  
  In a chain reaction, the tiny metal pebbles collide with the dusty-looking coating that covers the Dream Eater's body. On impact, however, the creature's entire body gets caught in an explosive flame, while the coating from its insides ignite.
  
  It screeches in agony, while its tendrils start to melt, and drip into the dirt.
  
  Alvo opens his eyes. They briefly glow a bright red color, revealing to him a white orb at the very center of the creature's body... its "Life Orb", as all Evalonians would know.
  
  "There!" he internally shouts to himself, before rushing towards the monster in a blurring speed.
  
  A pair of tendrils nearly lash towards him, but John quickly uses his fourth shot to push the creature back some more, distracting it enough to leave an opening... an opening which Alvo takes.
  
  He lunges forward in a puff of smoke, reverting to his Human Form. With his glowing red eyes still intact, he slices horizontally at the abomination, with his Katana's blade glowing a bright white color.
  
  The flesh of the beast, while scorched, doesn't get cut. However, in Alvo's eyes, the white orb is shattered into pieces on impact.
  
  The Eldritch Monster goes silent, before its burnt red flesh starts to crumble into an ashen gray dust. In mere seconds, all that remains is nothing more than a pile of dirt, where it once stood.
  
  The two Slayers put their weapons away, and sigh in relief. John then gives Alvo a thumbs-up, before pulling a small booklet out, and writing on it.
  
  "Well... Eldritch Horror down... that's another one for the books, huh?" he asks his Evalonian friend.
  
  Alvo nods his head, before sliding a pair of shades over his red eyes. "Yes, indeed... though I have to admit one thing..."
  
  John looks up from his book and raises an eyebrow. "Hmm? What's up?"
  
  Alvo rubs his chin for a moment, before smiling sheepishly at him. "As you Humans say... 'I think I might be getting too old for this'."
  
  "Oh?" John, having finished his notes, closes his book and folds his arms over his chest. "Are you thinking of retirement?"
  
  With a sigh, Alvo shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know... it just seems like everything's gotten so... easy. And you gotta admit, we can't really see our families that much nowadays, since there's so many threats that keep popping up that we have to deal with. Especially these recent S-Class Threats that keep appearing."
  
  John nods his head. "I understand that... why do you think I've been training my own son to be like me? Hell, I'd wager he'll have more potential than I do when it's his time to shine... especially since he's got... y'know... not much to worry about when things go wrong."
  
  Alvo raises a curious eyebrow. "Oh? Like what?"
  
  "Well, that's just it... I ain't got a clue what it is, but... well... just a few days ago, he was on a roof, helping me fix a hole in it..."
  
  "He decided to help you out? How exactly is that unusual, though?"
  
  "For one thing, he fell off the roof. It was two stories high, and he landed on his head!"
  
  Alvo gasps, before covering his mouth. "Oh, my... I'm... I'm sorry for your loss, John! Do you want me to visit, or-"
  
  "-Then he vanished, called me on my phone, and told me that he was laying in front of a Shrine back home."
  
  "..."
  
  At a loss of words, Alvo rubs his chin in thought. "That... is strange... was it a Shrine of Evalon, by any chance?"
  
  "One of Lady Gaia? Yes, it was." John says with a nod.
  
  "Hmm... and you said he 'Woke up' in front of it?" An uneasy look begins to form on Alvo's face.
  
  John nods his head once again, and notices Alvo's expression. "What's wrong? Why the long face?"
  
  Alvo shakes his head and places a hand on his Partner's shoulders. "John... I think your son might be in for a lot of trouble."
  
  "Trouble?" John parrots, "What kind of trouble?!"
  
  "You know about how becoming a Slayer curses Humans, right? Like how you no longer have the ability to find true love?"
  
  John sighs, remembering very well how that ended up, once his last wife divorced him for no reason at all.
  
  "Yeah... so what is it that my son has? Some sort of 'Come-Back-To-Life' Curse?"
  
  Alvo shakes his head once more. "No... well, yes, but it's worse than that."
  
  "How much worse?"
  
  "Look at this..." Alvo pulls his book from his jacket, and shows it to John.
  
  

  The Nox Eternus
  Many forsee the fates worse than Death,
  the binding of Life, the Shortness of Breath,
  but none would dare think, of Death without Peace,
  where the soul and the body are never at Ease.
  
  When Death comes to claim you, your soul yields no worth.
  Your spirit and body are then bound to the earth.
  But your memories stay, with a pain none can mend,
  for the Nox Eternus is a Curse Without End.

  
  John stares at the book confusedly. "So wait... his 'Curse' is that he'll basically live forever?"
  
  Alvo shakes his head. "He'll live forever, but he'll die forever, as well... and he will die at some point, considering what all we've encountered... in fact, I fear that our time may come soon, if we can't retire peacefully. But when we die, we'll pass on."
  
  "Yeah... almost makes me wonder why you chose to bind yourself to me during that Ceremony of Light thing that you had all those years ago..."
  
  Alvo lightly chuckles before punching John on the shoulder. "Simple... because you looked like you needed the help."
  
  "Heh... bulls**t. You know as well as I do that I was skilled back in Day 1."
  
  "True... and so was I. So I guess I was just tempted to rely on the best of the best... I just hate to imagine what might happen if someone binds with Jason."
  
  John shrugs his shoulders. "Odds are, he might just run Solo. After all, he does have a pretty interesting ability."
  
  Alvo groans. "Is it that Astral Projection thing of his?"
  
  John nods his head and chuckles. "Yeah... had you wondering if he had a twin standing there with those fancy 'Eyes' of yours."
  
  "Heh... yeah... though he does have a brother?"
  
  "Yeah, but Beth took him with her, so that he would live a normal life... seemed quite pissed about it, too... gotta tell you, those Curses sure can alter someone's opinion on you pretty badly... first time we fought that hard, and I didn't even realize that it was the Curse taking effect. She won't even let me look at the boy, anymore."
  
  "Yeah... well, speaking of families, I guess we better split for now, before-"
  
  As if on cue, both of their journals begin to glow brightly. They flip them open and observe their contents curiously.
  
  "Well, then... guess we've got a pretty big one to deal with tomorrow, huh?" John asks, looking up at his partner. "Tell ya what... let's just worry about our retirement after this last one... doesn't seem like many folks out there can handle something like this... we're the best chance of survival for this world, after all."
  
  Alvo thinks for a moment, before nodding his head. "Alright, then... I'll stop and let my family know... maybe spend some time with my Daughter, before I head back... as well as my Wife."
  
  "Sounds good... and I'll leave my son some notes on what to do if we ain't back in more than a week."
  
  "Very well, then... see you there, Partner."
  
  And with that, the two depart from the old town; Alvo vanishing into a mist, while John begins walking out of the exit, towards his Silver Truck.
  
  
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  "We regret to inform you of the Hunting Trip issued to your late husband, Misses Kiala... I'm afraid that-"
  
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  "- your father was killed in an accident, today. By law, the records state that you aren't old enough to live by yourself. We have informed your Mother, and she has agreed to pick you up tomorrow. We ask that you please pack up your personal belongings, and be ready for when she gets there." a Police Officer says over the landline, which is being held by a teenage boy with medium-length hair, wearing a black cap.
  
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  "With the disappearance of his partner's soul, I'm afraid Alvo is no longer with us in Evalon... and we suspect that he may not ever return home, again... we're sorry." Sukia hears the words from the Slayers' Guild Leader, while hiding at the top of the Stairway.
  
  Her mother is silent, before she could her her sniffling. "T-thank you for letting us know, Sir Graegeth... I... I need a moment with my Daughter, if that's alright..."
  
  "Of course, Lady Kiala... apologies, in advance... he was a good friend to us all."
  
  And with that, the door closes. As soon as Kiala turns around, however, Sukia is already standing there at the bottom of the Stairway.
  
  They both look at each other, as if silently seeing who would cry first... but the tears soon fall from both of their faces, as they embrace, Mother-to-Daughter, and cry for the duration of the night.
  
  They had just lost their Family Hero, after all...
  
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  The boy hangs up the phone and rushes to the Living Room, where he begins packing a large brown Hiking Bag, filling it with several different items, such as food, a wallet with a Hacked Credit Card in it, a lighter, matches, bags of Rock Salt, Ammo Casings, Gunpowder Containers, Shotgun Parts, a Tire Wrench modified with a Silver Tip, Changes of Clothes, Bathing Materials, Books, and a few other things.
  
  "Like hell my dad's dead..." he says to himself, before looking at the letter he received from the man in question.
  
  

  Jason.
  Listen, champ. I didn't get to stay much due to that Hunting Trip, but I was just called into another one shortly after. I'll probably be gone for about a week.
  If I'm not back by then, or if I don't call you before the Police do... run. Don't question it, just keep going from State to State, doing what we do best.
  I'm leaving you with the truck. She's my Pride and Joy, so don't wreck her! You're 16, now, so you've got that Permit. Don't go doing anything stupid!
  Well... stupider than what we usually do, that is.
  
  On another note entirely, I've left a small poem written by Alvo... you remember him, my Partner.
  You remember what happened to your mother and I... it was part of becoming a Slayer. Well, it looks like the Training's complete, because you've got the Curse that goes along with it!
  It's called the "Nox Eternus"... not gonna lie, it sounds rough... but you're my son. I know you can make it through the challenges ahead.
  I can't imagine what all you'll be going through... but know that I love you, son. Always have, and always will. Should I not make it back, I'll still hold yours and your brother's lives ahead of my own.
  Of all the things I've done in life, my greatest achievement was having you as a son, Jason... take care.

  
  He folds the letter up, and slips it into his pocket, before wiping his eyes. Looking at his sleeve, he sees the wetness from his cheeks, and shakes his head in denial.
  
  "No way... there's no way in hell that he..."
  
  He looks towards the coffee table, or more specifically, where a strange new book could be seen... a book that happens to be glowing.
  
  Curious, he walks up to it and lifts it from the coffee table.
  
  On the bottom of the book, embroidered in gold, is the name "John Walker".
  
  "Dad's Journal..." he whispers, before it glows once again. He has to shield his eyes, before he can look at it once more.
  
  When he does, the name on it has changed to "Jason Walker".
  
  This, of course, is the confirmation that he needed to know... but far from what he wanted to hear.
  
  Out of anger, his grip intensifies on the book, before he roars loudly, and throws it towards the wall, knocking a picture frame down in the process.
  
  He falls to his knees, and lowers his hat, covering his eyes. He then shakes his head even more, before slamming his fist onto the ground, in a state of depression.
  
  For about five minutes, he cries... it was the most he's cried his whole life.
  
  Afterwards, he goes and picks the book back up. Flipping it open, he sees a picture of, what appears to be, a "Bigfoot Sighting" in some small town near Alabama.
  
  Looking at his bag once more, he sighs, before slowly walking towards it, lifting it up, and examining its contents once again.
  
  After making sure everything he needs is in his Hiking Bag, he slumps it over his shoulders, straightens out his cap, turns to face his home one last time, and then weakly smiles, as he looks back at the memories he held in this place... how his father taught him the necessary things he needed to know, from using a gun at the age of 8, to learning how to fill a bullet casing, and manufacture his own weapons...
  
  He may still be a little boy... but he has been trained for this his whole life... and now, it's time for the little bird to jump out of the nest.
  
  "Don't worry, Dad... I won't let you down." he says, before slowly closing the door... more than likely for the last time.
  
• 
  
  Welcome to this "Magic Meets Modern World"-type of RP. Think "Supernatural" meets "Anime Stuff", minus the whole "Gods" and "Demigods" thing... there are Gods and Goddesses in this lore, but they aren't the same. However, some of the concepts are going to be similar, but with its own fair share of differences.
  
  For one thing, "Humans" aren't commonly aware of the presence of "Evalonians". More often than not, Evalonians would be disguised as Humans, but would always have one or more traits pertaining to their race showing. (IE: A Cat Evalonian would have Cat Ears) As such, they are usually clad in a lot of clothing so as to hide those features.
  
  A select few Humans are aware of the "Slayers", however, and the Slayers have a branch between both worlds, with portals inside their main HQ, which looks like a simple wooden shack in the middle of nowhere in Earth, and a large castle in Evalon. They are each given a Journal, with their assignments magically sent via "Text" on the books. The assignments are usually relative to each Slayer's Skill-Set, but the Highest-Ranking Slayers (S-Class) can be pushed beyond their limits, due to the Unpredictable Nature of some dangerous creatures out there. These quests are usually given to Evalonians, but a few Humans have been sent to these, from time to time.
  
  Earth is set in the year "2021" at the moment. However, Evalon looks more like it's in the Feudal Era, and has a bit of a Japanese look to it. This is because Evalonians are forbidden from using Earth's Weapons, and have to rely on their own creations, forged from materials from their world! And the dangers of a Gun have lead to Evalonians being Forbidden from using Guns, period.
  
  This, of course, helps narrow down which of the Slayers are Human, and which are Evalonians. An Evalonian would never hold a Gun, and a Human would never encounter a Powerful Entity without one.
  
  On the flip-side, however, Humans can't use Spirit-Based weapons, and have to rely on things from Earth, unlike the Evalonians. With physical weaponry, a Human can easily hurt a Ghost. However, they would need an Evalonian Partner to banish a Ghost back into the Void... which is basically the Spirit's way of dying.
  
  When an Evalonian becomes a Slayer, they are allowed to move between the two worlds. To cross over into Earth, otherwise, is considered a "Forbidden Practice", and could potentially lead to "Banishment" if they get caught!
  
  Character Applications will be on the Character Apps page. You are free to apply as either a "Human" or an "Evalonian". For an "Evalonian", you have to pick an animal (any kind will do), and they'll need to have an animalistic trait that they keep when they're "Disguised".
  Or you could make it so your character isn't skilled enough to "FULLY" Transform, and take on a "Kemono" Form, instead, which is an Anthropomorphic version of their Original Form, but with hands.
  These, of course, are quite rare, and would need to be "Summoned" by a Human in a secluded location, using "Summoning Charms", which can be any item with a certain "Symbol" that was blessed by the user in question. The Human merely says the Evalonian's name with the charm in their hand, then slam the charm on the ground. Regardless of what the charm was, it would "Vanish", and be replaced by the Evalonian. In truth, however, it merely "Switches Places" with the Evalonian... Humans usually use Pennies for this, because of such.
  
  Now, comes the interesting part... if you don't want to be a Slayer at the start, nor do you want to be an Evalonian, then you're actually able to post now, and get started as a simple "Human" with no defining features (perhaps for Character-Building?)! However, you'll have to apply for a "Slayer" or "Evalonian" position. Otherwise, you're free to post as "Just an ordinary Human"... however, we require you to at least give us a description or a picture of your character(s) physical traits when you do, so that we know who your character is, at least.
  
  Also, another thing. You're free to turn your character into a Slayer via RP, if you make them go through an experience which would lead to them "Appearing in a Mysterious Room". You'd have to leave the RP at that, and then fill in a Character Form, or PM me their Name, Age, Race, Appearance, and other important details. I'll then follow your RP up with a response from the "Slayers' Guild", whether they approved or not. (They likely would, once I've responded to your app.)
  
  (( I don't have a problem with OOC Parentheses, but let's keep them to a minimum, alright? We'll have an OOC Channel for long OOC Chats and/or Questions later on! ))
  
  Got any questions? Feel free to PM me, and I'll do my best to answer as quickly as I can! Although I can't promise an immediate response, because of Work Schedules, Sleep, and all that... but I'll respond whenever I can, at least!
  
  Also, about that "Message" at the start, that floats just above the Divider Line... if you're a "Casual" (Human without an App), then you can ignore that, and say that that's what you'll be briefed on by the Receptionist, followed by you "Waking Up" at the last place you left off, without a clue on what just happened. (What did happen, of course, was that you were summoned to the HQ on Earth by an Evalonian... but your char doesn't know that IC, nor does he/she know who it was that summoned 'em!)
  
  Important Stuff
  
  1. We're all either Slayers, or we're Bystanders. We can't be Villains, or Voidlings... sorry, but that's an NPC Role. You can, however, make your own Villain and Voidling NPCs as your own "Personal Nemeses", and use Fictional Towns/Cities in the "Real World". After all, this is mostly meant for "Serious, but Fun" RP.
  
  2. "Binding Contracts" are basically for Human/Evalonian Partnerships. They are very rarely used, but grant the Humans a Supernatural Ability, as well as a Curse.
  
  3. The "Nox Eternus" Curse is unique to Jason, however, and is forbidden from being given to anyone else. Sorry, but "Eternal Life/Death" is a Curse that I can't have 50+ people walking around with... kinda loses its uniqueness.
  However, you're free to make up your own Curse! Like, say, the Curse is that you get "IBS", and have to use the restroom every time you're done with a job... or something serious, like "Loss of a Firstborn Son", "Last of your Bloodline", where instead of Living Eternally, when you die, your family dies, etc. etc. That's all up to you to decide!
  
  4. Evalonians, instead of getting "Cursed", gain a boost in Power, but should their Partner Die (or more specifically, if their Spirit "Vanishes" from the Mortal Plane), then they are automatically banished to the Void Realm, where they will be imprisoned for Eternity...
  
  5. When your character dies, they are sent into the "Void". You aren't immortal, after all. But even still, Death isn't always the end for a Slayer! Voidlings have found a way to escape the Void, so clearly there must be some way out... you'll just have to PM me a request, and I'll see if I could find an IC way to "Bring you back". Please note, however, that if you die by "Old Age", or "Retired", then you've essentially "Moved on" with that character.
  
  6. Patience is Key, but Long-Term Absence is a Key to Skipping! If you don't reply to an RP Post within 3 Days, then the other user is free to just "Skip" the dialogue, unless a proper reason is brought up. We understand you may be gone on a trip or something. So PM me, and let me know you'll be gone for a bit, and I'll see to it that your conversation is secured! (Please note that if it's a Hostile RP, then you'll have to accept the loss, and move on, though, with the other player's choices! This means that if you were in a battle, and you can't stick to it for more than 3 days, the other player has the right to judge your character's fate! You'll be PM'ed the results of the RP. Note, however, that I will be the judge of Death here, so you'll more or less just leave with an injury, if anything... or if it were a "Romantic RP", you may find yourself waking up in bed with someone you just met... we'll count it as your character being "Drunk", "Drugged", or something... just a word of advice. When you start something, or join into something, please please try not to bail out in the middle!
  
  7. Despite being the First Post, I'll be updating this from time to time... more specifically, the "RP Rules". Please do give it a quick skim! Most changes to the current rules would just be grammatical corrections, while any new changes would just be posted as "Additional Rules" or "Announcements"... at least, until I can make Pages for those!
  
  8. Most importantly, be respectful to your fellow RP'ers, and have fun!
  
  9. (Update) As of right now, we are allowing Evalonian Villagers without the need for an Application! Same rules apply for them, however! You'll need to at least give a Name, Appearance, and Animal Form for them in your first post! Pics welcome, but not required if you can give them a well-detailed appearance! Like Humans, they can become Slayers later on, if you RP their encounter that leads to the Application Form. However, you'll have to Apply in order for them to be accepted!
  
  10. (Update) Figured I should bring this up, but if you are a Villager or a Citizen, then you can't necessarily have "Professional Weapon Training" unless your character was either a Soldier, Police Officer, or a Hunter... and depending on the Profession, it would only give you an edge at weapons that said Profession would most likely use!
  (IE: A Hunter's good with Rifles. They would have no reason to learn how to use a Bazooka, however, and as such, can't use them professionally, nor have access to one.)
  
  11. (Update) If you see Rules contradict each other, just assume the highest Numbered one as the Priority! (IE: "Earlier on, you see me talking about only having Human Citizens as a "Casual", yet Rule 9 states "Evalonian Villagers" are allowed. Just have Rule 9 "Overlap" that previous statement!)
  
  12. (Update) Again, if you have any questions or are wondering about something here, PM me, and I'll do what I can to help!
  ​

 

[Justin93Daniels]

• Opening Scene
• Character: Jason Walker (High-Rank Slayer)
• Author's Notes

• 
  
  
  (Key West, Florida... 3 Nights Ago.)
  It's 8:50 PM over in Key West, Florida. Many of the buildings surrounding the beach are already going dim, as the inhabitants turn the lights out. What they don't know, however, is that at the stroke of 9, a strange fog will appear from the Ocean Shores.
  
  It is not the fog they should worry about, however... but what roams within it...​
  
  Mark is a simple man who works at a Gas Station. Dressed in his Uniform, which consists of a green Logo Shirt, Black Slacks, Black Slip-On Shoes, and a black cap, he brushes his ashen black hair back, and yawns loudly, before pressing his hand onto the door.
  
  As he steps into the Seph-Co Convenience Store, he greets his boss with his usual groggy "Hey..." all while the Doorbell rings over his head, indicating that someone's at the front door.
  
  His boss, Mary, smirks at his attitude. "Hey to you as well, Mark... ya sleep well?"
  
  He shakes his head, yawning once again. "Nope... had a bunch of fog coming in this morning... probably from last night, or something..."
  
  "I see," she begins, rubbing her chin in thought, "ah, well... ready to get started with the Graveyard Shift?"
  
  "Nope," he repeats in his usual sarcastic snark. Though few would dare speak to their boss that way, Mary knows he's just messing around. She could tell just from the side of his mouth curving up.
  
  She chuckles, before tapping on his shoulder with her clipboard. "Well, I'm sure Jeff would be willin' to take your spot for the night, if ya ain't willin'!"
  
  Mark smirks back in response. "Like Hell, I'll let that brown-nose take all the credit! Hand me that broom, I'll show ya how it's done!"
  
  Mary rolls her eyes before pointing at the register... one of the older models of Touchscreen Monitors, but at least it seems to work, still. "Ya gonna work without clockin' in first?"
  
  Mark simply shrugs his shoulders. "Well, if it gets me that promotion faster, then why not?"
  
  The doorbell loudly chimes once again, stopping the two employees from their conversation. They turn to greet the customer, but instead, stare in awe at their visitor.
  
  The visitor is a bald, slender humanoid figure that stands at about nine feet tall. Its fingers are about a foot long, with the tips appearing as thin, razor-sharp claws. Its feet, while shaped like a human's, also bears claws at the tips of its toes. Its eyes glow an eerie red color, and its mouth, long enough to fit a man's head and shoulders in it, is ridged with long fangs.
  
  It growls at the two employees, before taking a single step forward.
  
  "Mary... get behind the counter!" Mark demands, before tossing his cap off, revealing a pair of wolf-like ears. A smoke engulfs his body at the snap of a finger. Only a second later, and he steps out of the smoke, clad in a thick metallic layer of armor.
  
  
  

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  {Marrek "Mark" {NPC} - Evalonian (Dark Wolf) ♂ - "Bound by Contract (Mary Welsh {NPC})" - Active}​
  
  "An Intermediate Slayer whose sworn duty is to protect and serve, while under the guise of "Mark". Marrek was trained in Fire Magic, and is skilled with Spears and Glaives. He's been Mary's Partner for around 2 years, now, and is about to be on his third year. He's been a Slayer for 5 years total, and was quick to reach the Intermediates. However, due to Legal Reasons, he still has another 5 years before he can qualify for 'Elite' Rank."
  
  
  

  
  {"Mary Welsh" - Human ♀ - "Bound by Contract (Mark the Dark Wolf {NPC}) - Active"}​
  
  "An Elite Slayer who's also the Manager to a Gas Station Franchise. She always takes the Evening Shift, due to the frequent increase in Paranormal Activity during the Night Time, and patrols her local area during the Night. She's been teaching Mark how to be a proper Slayer, due to her coming from a long family of Slayers, dating back to the Prehistoric Era, where the Humans and Evalonians first met. Her main weapon is a Silver Revolver, which she keeps with her at all times, with custom ammunition usually in her jacket."
  
  
  Mary nods her head before rushing forward, reaching into her back pocket.
  
  The creature roars, before lunging at her. However, Mark manages to catch its attack with his Spirit Glaive, and shoves it back, knocking it to the ground!
  
  With the creature on the ground, Mary quickly draws her Silver Revolver, checking its ammo, before sliding in some Silver Bullets.
  
  The creature stands back up, and looks towards Mark with a ferocious glare. He, in turn, glares back, with his Wolven Eyes flashing briefly through his Platemail Armor.
  
  "Hey, ugly!" Mary shouts, catching the monster's attention.
  
  When it turns its head, she fires a Silver Bullet into its skull.
  
  Though the impact manages to knock the creature back and leave a hole in its head, it only hisses, before straightening its posture back up.
  
  Then, the hole regenerates.
  
  "Well, shit..." Mary groans, before removing the bullets from her chamber.
  
  The creature then stretches its arm towards her. Its arm stretches across the room, and then grips onto her forearm!
  
  Before it could pull her, however, Mark quickly slices at its arms, severing both limbs, and forcing it to release Mary from its grasp.
  
  "Thanks, now let's see what can kill this thing!" Mary comments. The creature, however, has other plans. Before they could even react, its arms leap up from the ground, and grip her firmly by the neck, forcing her to drop her Revolver.
  
  The other arm, however, lunges towards Mark, and begins to constrict around his arms, disabling him from using his weapon!
  
  "Gah! What the-" Mark is only able to look in horror as the creature's arms begin pulling the two of them closer to its body.
  
  Its jaw opens widely, before it lashes out towards Mark's head. Upon covering his face completely, he is unable to even scream, as its fangs sink into his neck, forcing bright light orbs to float from him.
  
  Mary is only able to watch in horror as her Partner vanishes into a gust of light... he's been defeated!
  
  The creature's head then distorts, turning towards Mary.
  
  She glares at the creature, before growling in frustration.
  
  If there's anything she's known all her life, it's when the ending draws near... and with baited breath, she looks back at her life... she's already been married, she had her kids, and they've even had their kids... her time would've been over soon, anyways.
  
  Her glare intensifies, before she grins at the creature, with one last trick up her sleeve. "You wanna go, freak?! Alright, then... let's go! I'LL DRAG YA TO HELL WITH ME!"
  
  Releasing its hands, she reaches into her jacket and pulls out her last-resort item... a Fragmentation Grenade.
  
  She bites down on the pin before shoving her hand into its throat, right as it opens its mouth to bite her upper torso.
  
  With her voice muffled from its mouth, one wouldn't hear her yelling in pain, but rather, swearing to the creature.
  
  Finally, the grenade goes off, splattering the creature's entire upper body all over the building, and scattering blood and entrails into a circle of gore.
  
  From all across both worlds, a message would appear on the Journals of each Slayer. Should they look at it, a grim, disturbing message would appear inside it.
  
  

  "Mary Welsh and Marrek have been slain!"

  
  
  (Evalon - Goldwood Village Market, Medical Bay Entrance)​
  From the marketplace, Sukia could be seen walking through the beautiful town of Goldwood Village, carrying a basket of various fruits and vegetables in her mouth, while nodding her greetings to the passersby.
  
  However, her eyes would soon drift towards the Goldwood Medical Bay, where a female Gray Wolf would be leaving, sobbing heavily, with her ears flattened.
  
  She would sigh at the sight, already wagering a guess at what the situation is. It's been 14 years since she, too, felt the grief of losing a loved one to the dangers of the Void, and Earth... and not a day goes by, that she doesn't wish that she could help in some way.
  
  Then her eyes drift towards the Seer's Orb, which rests on the top of the Well. Its majestic blue glow continues to shine, even though the Celebration of Light is only 3 days away... where the Slayers are free to relax, and where the Human Diplomats meet with the Evalonians, so as to speak in person about the goings-on within the Battlefields.
  
  And yet, she can't help but wonder what it would be like to take her father's steps... in fact, she's never even met a Human before. The closest thing she could ever catch was some of the Slayers when they were still in their Disguised Forms... and even then, they claimed that it wasn't perfect.
  
  To her, however, these Humans all look kinda... weird. A face without a muzzle?! She thought only Primates and Avians were like that... but then, those pointy noses often makes her wonder if they might be a mix between a bird and a primate.
  
  Then, comes the fact that they can't use Spirit Weapons! ... Although, to be fair, neither can she... but still! It's been said that, whenever a Human tries to even lift a Spirit Weapon, it just goes right through them, handle and all!
  
  In her train of thought, she accidentally bumps into something. With a yelp, she stumbles back, and falls onto the grass. Her basket falls as well, and its contents quickly scatter around the area, much to her frustration.
  
  "Yip! Oww... stupid, stupid, stupid..." she whines, rubbing her sore forehead, before glaring at the object that she bumped into... only to freeze when the Seer's Orb glows brighter, with a small black orb focusing directly onto her!
  
  "Oh, crap..." she thinks out loud, while the Orb's pitch-black pupil shrinks towards her.
  
  "Sukia!" a voice would echo through the town, causing all heads to turn towards the Seer's Orb.
  
  "No, no, NO! I wasn't-" she begins, only to feel an all-too-familiar pressure build onto the tip of her ear. She yelps again, as none other than Kiala pulls her away from the Seer's Orb, and turns her around to where she can see her mother's ferocious glare.
  
  "What. Did. You. DO?!" her mother's tone leaks with venom.
  
  Sukia's only response is a nervous gulp. She knows fully well what she did, after all...
  
  ... She just cast her name into the ballet for the next line of Slayers!
  
• 
  
  
  (Key West, Florida... Present Day.)
  
  

  

  
  "Jason Walker" - Human ♂ - "Solo" - Active
  ​
  The scenery is quite horrid, to say the least. Devastation from all across the town, where numerous bodies lay scattered across the roads, ranging from men, women... even children and pets. The once golden sandy beach now bears a crimson red tint, as the aftermath of, what the NEWS Reports deem as a "Chemical Explosion", left the entire town abandoned.
  
  A few remaining civilians would wander the place, however, either to mourn for their families, or to investigate the situation... many of the latter with a well-concealed weapon with them, nodding respectfully to their fellow Slayers.
  
  Among the last to arrive, in the pitch blackness of the night, is an Old Silver Truck. From inside the truck, a man sits by, casually waiting for the area to clear. He would be wearing a light blue button-up shirt underneath a black leather vest. A dark gray scarf would be wrapped around his neck, and on his head, a black cap sits. His long, dark brown hair is parted at the center, with a ponytail tied in the back, and a thin line of stubble adorning his face.
  
  The police would've stopped him from getting this close to the tape... however, it's a little-known secret that some of the officers would be working alongside the Slayers, and acknowledge the severity of the situation.
  
  The guard standing watch, William, just happens to be one of the lucky few NON-Slayers that has been rescued by them before. Under a heavy contract, he agreed to keep his lips sealed about it... and as such, he's granted most of the Slayers within to enter the desolate town.
  
  When the truck finally parks, Jason steps onto the road, and eyes the surrounding area wearily.
  
  It's dark... that much is certain. He looks ahead, where the Seph-Co Station's front door once stood. Though the blood is still splattered around, he walks inside, his gaze hardened, and his eyes peeled.
  
  "No gore..." he whispers to himself, before observing the blood a bit more thoroughly.
  
  Though the blood would be splattered all across the room, he notices a very thin trail of it leading to the other side of the door in the back room... a sign that either the creature exited through the back... or that it never left the building at all!
  
  Knowing this, he draws his shotgun from the holster on his shoulder, which rests right next to his dark brown hiking bag.
  
  His shotgun can hold up to 8 shells (ten if Overloaded) with two triggers that fire from one of the two barrels. A Shotgun of custom design; Jason uses one half of it for regular ammunition, while loading the other half with the "Special" kinds, such as "Rock Salt" for Spirits, "Acadia Spikes" for Vampires, "Silver Pebbles" for Werewolves, "Sticky Spikes" for larger targets, and several other kinds, fit for all sorts of encounters.
  
  He slowly approaches the doorway to the back room. With the barrel still facing forward, he stops before whistling three times, in a very distinct tone... a well-known Tactic from the Slayers' Guild that identifies the Slayer's location... a way of saying "I'm here, and on your side!" without being too vocal for the "Jumpier" Slayers out there.
  
  A few nearby whistles would respond from outside the building, as the fellow Slayers respond, but none would come from the other side of the back door.
  
  And so, he carefully leans his back against the wall, and closes his eyes. At a count of three, he kicks the door down, before flipping on his Flashlight Attachment.
  
  The room in the back also holds a lot of blood... however, like the Main Room, absolutely no gore. He gives the place a quick skim, only to stop short of the office.
  
  Knowing that this door is meant for pulling, he stands to the side, places a hand on the handle, and quickly forces the door open.
  
  And immediately, a large lump lands on the ground... legs, body parts, a few severed heads, and various pieces of the innards, more specifically... and several long, purple-looking worms stick out from several of the parts.
  
  Jason holds his breath at the sight, and looks away from the sight. Without a doubt, the creature was making this place its nest... and he just found its food storage.
  
  He then hears a growling come from his right. His eyes shift towards the source of the noise, only to find the creature staring directly at him - its upside-down face floating mere inches away from his own.
  
  They both stare for only a brief moment, until he reacts.
  
  Shotgun still in hand, he opens fire at the creature's head with a regular shot, which launches it several feet back.
  
  It retaliates by stretching its arm after him, and grabbing him by the shoulders. It then lifts him up in the air, opens its mouth, and pulls him towards it, ready to take a large chunk out of him.
  
  Jason responds quickly by aiming at its opened mouth, and firing a "Sticky Shot" inside. The burst from the shot causes it to recoil, losing its grip on him.
  
  He lands with a quick roll due to the momentum, before firing another Sticky at it. The shot lands on its back, causing the creature to tumble on its stomach.
  
  Finally, once he fires a normal shot at it, it bursts into flames, hissing loudly.
  
  Jason grins once more, before backing up and taking aim at the creature on the floor, prepared for his premeditated shot... an "Explosive Round".
  
  Upon firing the shot, the thick slug lands into the creature's stomach, and begins to beep. Jason takes that as his cue to run behind the corner, where he takes cover.
  
  The bomb ignites, causing the creature to burst into pieces, and the surrounding walls to fall down on top of it. The ceiling, having been struck by the blast, collapses on top of it, followed by the rest of the building's roof.
  
  Jason tucks his head, while the dark room soon turns into the moonlight.
  
  When he opens his eyes, he sighs in relief. The roof, while collapsed, didn't collapse on top of him, at least.
  
  "Fourteen years ago, I'd hate to have to go through that shit again..." he says out loud... likely referring to the time where he, according to his father, died.
  
  He pushes the rubble out from over him, and slides the scarf over his mouth, due to the large amount of dust in the air. Then he begins to approach the area where the creature was put to rest.
  
  He finds nothing there, except for a pile of debris, though. With a sigh, he lowers his gun and turns its flashlight off, before slowly walking towards the pile once again.
  
  Suddenly, a pair of arms break from the debris and, once again, grips onto Jason. This time, however, it grips his throat, forcing him to release his shotgun, and pull its sharp fingers back. His shotgun, however, remains on him, due to its strap attachment!
  
  The creature then pops its head out from the rubble and roars loudly, alerting many of the nearby Slayers to approach.
  
  Jason glares at the creature, once again, and growls in frustration. "Dammit... I am not gonna be your snack, freak!"
  
  He then loosens his grip from the creature's hands. His eyes roll up, before closing. As he loses consciousness, however, the Evalonians are able to see his Spirit, still fully awake, lunge towards the creature's head, and deliver a fierce punch at its core, gripping onto the glowing white orb, and pulling at it.
  
  The creature hisses loudly, while he places his Spiritual Feet on its chest to support the pulling motion.
  
  With a fierce growl, his spirit finally yanks the creature's Life Core out of its body, with the orb shattering into many pieces.
  
  Jason then leaps back towards where his body hangs from the creature's petrified hands, and re-attaches himself to it.
  
  Upon opening his eyes, he glares at the statue that now holds him, and taps on its arms.
  
  "Dammit! Why do they always have to Petrify when they're holding me?!" he complains out loud.
  
  "Freeze! You have the right to... wait, Jason?!" one of the fellow Slayers enters the area, followed by a few more groups.
  
  One of them gets a hammer and smashes the creature's arms, though its claws are still holding onto Jason's neck.
  
  "Fred... hey." Jason replies to the red-haired Evalonian Slayer, who nods his head in response. This is the one who carries the large hammer.
  
  "So... was it a Regenerator, then?" Fred asks.
  
  Jason nods his head, and sighs. "Yeah... shame, too. Mary knew my dad pretty well... something tells me it caught her and Mark at a bad time."
  
  "Indeed... so, what now?" he asks.
  
  Jason starts to walk away from the scene, where he would head towards his truck.
  
  "Now, Fred, we continue investigating this place."
  
  A few of the other Slayers look puzzled at him.
  
  "Wait, really? But the Job's done, now! Why should we stick around, and not let the Cleanup Crew deal with the rest, like usual?"
  
  Jason turns around, and give him a stern look.
  
  "Because we still don't know what caused that fog to show up. If a High-Rank Monster could kill an Elite Slayer, then it wasn't just a 'Quest Gone Wrong'... something caused it to show up here... almost like someone might've lured the monster in."
  
  The others remain silent, before their Journals begin to glow. When they look at it, they see that the quest has been completed, and are requested to return to their original plans, while the Cleanup Crew deals with the rest.
  
  Fred then sighs, shaking his head. When he walks up to Jason, who only continues to stare at his Journal in disbelief, he gives him a knowing pat on the shoulder.
  
  "Look, dude... I know you want to stop these things at all costs... but trust me. Let the Cleanup Crew do their thing, so that the people we could actually save can have their time to heal... if we stall this any longer, then someone up in Corporate's gonna be after us, regardless of whether you just got here or not."
  
  Jason sighs, before nodding his head. "Fine, then... you guys can go on... I'll stick around a bit longer, though."
  
  Fred nods his head in understanding, before leaving the Solo Slayer to his own business.
  
  Jason looks up at the Midnight Sky... it isn't a Full Moon tonight, so he doesn't have to worry about any Werewolves nearby... not the Uncontrollable ones, at least. However, he knows that there can still be a few special cases, here and there.
  
  "Blame it on the Void to screw with the Laws of Nature, I guess..." Jason comments, before continuing on his way back to his truck.
  
  He's certain that there's going to be a lot of paperwork to deal with later on... after all, he did also know the victims of this case.
  
  
  (Slayers' HQ, Earth District)
  (The Following Day... Celebration of Light)​
  
  Jason groans, as he wakes up in the Driver Seat of his truck. Looking at his watch, he taps on it to cease its alarm, before opening the door, and stepping outside.
  
  The area surrounding him is an old, abandoned hut in the middle of nowhere. A wooden structure, that appears to have been built back in the Medieval Era, in fact.
  
  Or rather, that's what it's supposed to look like. When he enters the building, however, he can already feel a change in the air... almost like he's no longer in the polluted airways of Earth.
  
  And in truth, the office he now sits in would be a bit of a Gateway, between Earth and Evalon.
  
  Though he wasn't sent here on a courtesy call. Rather, he's been brought in on an urgent request by none other than the Slayers' Guild Leader, himself, Sir Graegeth.
  
  
  

  
  {Sir Graegeth - Evalonian (???) ♂ - "Slayers' Guild Founder/Leader" - Active}​
  "The original founder of the Slayers' Guild. Said to be one of the oldest beings alive, he is met with utmost respect by all Slayers from both Humans and Evalonians alike. Some citizens who encounter him would claim that he could be the very embodiment of a god... however, he would deny such claims, stating that he is merely there to protect his people, as well as his allies. The cross Necklace he wears is linked with the Seer's Orb, which is the tool that Evalonians use to pick the next Line of Slayers, during each Ceremony of Light. None have seen him in his True Form, and he has even adapted to holding the Sirname 'Hemmingway' whenever on Earth, for a reason he has yet to reveal... should he ever need to even do so."
  
  "Ah, good... you have arrived, Mr. Walker." the authoritative figure would say, standing on the other side of the lone desk in the room.
  
  Jason nods his head respectfully, replying, "Came as soon as I got the message... is everything alright, Sir?"
  
  Graegeth raises an eyebrow, before humming. "Hmm... quite well on my end... though I was actually going to ask you the same thing, really... I've... heard some reports from the fellow Slayers out there in the Florida Area... and by some, I mean more than one."
  
  Jason sighs, already knowing where he's getting at. "I take it it's about me staying there later than usual last night?"
  
  Graegeth nods his head. "Indeed... so they were correct, and that you chose to remain there, despite the High Council's Poll resulting in you being done for the day. Now, know that I am not punishing you for anything, though I am quite concerned about this, seeing how it's not like you to remain overtime like that... normally, you would enter, finish the job, then leave."
  
  Jason taps his foot on the ground, thinking back. "Well, Sir, it was... a bit of an impulsive move on my part."
  
  "I can tell... it's been quite a while since an Eldritch showed up... an S-Rank Creature. And yet, you still jumped to the opportunity... and yes, even going as far as exploiting the lack of knowledge for the 'Witnesses' about us."
  
  Jason tenses at that. "Crap... guess the cat's out, huh?" he thinks to himself. Sure enough, he's only in the "High Rank". While technically he has the abilities of an "Elite", he still lacks a Partner, and thus, can't be promoted even further.
  
  So in a way, he broke a rule just by being there... and as such, will have to face the music... with a being compared to God, himself, no less!
  
  "... Yes, Sir... and I am willing to go with whatever punishment you throw my way..." he finally replies, looking down at the floor. Already, he feels the eyes of judgement staring down at him.
  
  And yet... he doesn't feel anything more than a gentle hand on his right shoulder.
  
  "Jason... your father was one of our best Slayers out there. You know as well as I do, that that is what he would've done, too... again, I did not bring you here out of punishment, but rather, concern."
  
  He gulps, nodding his head again. "Ye... yes, sir... I appreciate the concern... but really, I'm fine."
  
  Graegeth shakes his head, and straightens the Golden Monocle over his Red Eye.
  
  "Now Jason... you know you can't lie to me. You are not doing 'fine'... I see the same fire in your eyes, in fact... the same kind that your Father had."
  
  Jason looks back up at Graegeth. He's surprised to see a smile on the Evalonian's face.
  
  "Wait... are you saying that..." he begins, to which Graegeth nods his head in confirmation.
  
  "Indeed... though they say it was a mistake in the system, and that her Mother was trying to keep her from joining, I think we've found a Partner for you."
  
  "That's... wait, 'mistake'?" Jason questions, tilting his head to the side.
  
  Graegeth nods. "Indeed... according to the others, she bumped into the Seer's Orb, and that it chose her because she didn't know what it was."
  
  "So, wait... I'm being Bound to a Villager, then?" Jason asks, sounding somewhat worried. He's a man of many talents... but babysitting, not quite among them.
  
  Graegeth rubs his chin in thought. "Hmm... yes, and no. She has not received any Slayers' Training, as of yet... however, the Seer's Orb has never failed in seeing the potential prior to choosing Slayers, so we know it can't just be mere coincidence that it called her out when she came in contact with it."
  
  "But... are you sure you can't just call it a fluke, and choose someone else to form a Binder's Contract with me? I mean... n-not to question your Judgement, Sir, but why the hell should I play 'Babysitter' for someone who might get tossed around by the Trainees?"
  
  A knowing grin forms on Graegeth's face, silencing Jason's rant.
  
  "It's not a matter of what she is, Jason... it's about who she is."
  
  "Do... do I know her?" he asks, seeming to relax a bit.
  
  Graegeth nods once more. "Indeed... the Partner you will take as your Trainee... is none other than the daughter of your father's Partner, Sukia."
  
  
  (To Be Continued...)​
• 
  Just think of this as a bit of an example for a "Long Solo Post". You don't have to worry about going as in-depth as this. It's mostly just there to help you folks understand how things work a bit more. Up next, we can go over how a "Binder's Contract" is formed, so stay tuned! And remember, if you want to play as a Slayer, feel free to apply!
  
  Also, I've decided that you can now hop in as an Evalonian Villager as well! Now the "Applications" are simply meant for "Slayers"! I'll update the Rules later... for right now, I need to get some sleep. Got work today, and it's 1AM. x_x'
  
  And remember! If you have any questions at all, feel free to PM me!
  

 

[Archemis]

Helera stared at the receptionist just half-listening to what he had to say and trying to keep her mouth shut about the things that she did listen. Like she would fill her armor with piss and blood! And the scars? That didn't make her flinch that much.

Before she could ask or say anything about the mission the receptionist was already waving her off and acting like she wasn't there anymore. Shrugging she turned around to start the mission, better get it over with.

(Earth, Maine, the day after)​

Stepping out of the portal that connected their worlds she held her breath for a few seconds. This was only her second time in the human world and it still felt quite strange. She was already in her disguised form when she was appearing in front of the hotel building.

"Now... I just need to figure out how to find this Human slayer..." Helera whispered to herself, this was already being a pain. Adjusting the piece of clothing that looked like her fur made scarf, around her neck, she tried to concentrate to find the Revenant creature they were supposed to fight. She was far away enough to see the building but not be in immediate danger.

"So you're the kid that I'm supposed to work with today right?" an happy, female voice came from behind Helera almost making her jump and growl. "Name is Carla, nice to meet you" Extending her hand for a shake Carla smiled at Helera waiting for her reaction.

"Yeah, yeah sure. Can we start now?" Helera barely looked at her hand, concentrating on her face, eyeing the new woman suspiciously. Carla was a middle age woman, with chocolate eyes and dark blond hair that was just starting to have some silver strikes. The lines on her face told Helera that the woman spent a lot of her time smiling. Not something she was used to see in older slayers, always looking like they got the worst life had to offer. Figures she was going to get to work with some ray of sunshine. Under her breath, after she turned to walk away, Helera just muttered "Oh lucky me, got the ponyland grandma..."

Just shrugging off the cold reception Carla followed the young woman she had just met. Watching her braided white hair moving lightly. "Another hard one ah?" she thought to herself. She had some experience with the Evalonians even though she didn't have a partner herself. That made her a perfect choice to accompany the younger slayers, most of them just out of training. After a few more steps both women stoped to look at the ruined hotel.

"Well, time to shine kid!" still smiling Carla turned to her side to look at her temporary partner. This time a low growl escaped Helera's lips, but still she pulled her daggers out and with a puff of smoke transformed in her true form. When the white wolf appeared in front of Carla she couldn't help but stare. Sure, she knew about Evalonians but it was always an experience watching them transform. She kept, in a small notebook, an account of all the true forms she knew so far. Still her first white wolf. She wonderer how common they were.

"Try not to die of old age on me grandma, I'll be quick" Helera knew she should keep a lid on her temper, too bad that that never stopped her before. She could only take being called kid so many times. Sniffing the air around her, her face contorted in disgust. "Seriously this things smell so bad" she thought. But at least this way they knew the direction to go instead of just walking around waiting to be attacked.

"Now that's not nice!" Carla retorted without any real anger in her voice, although she could tell the other woman was not paying attention to her anymore. She would keep calling her kid until she decided to introduce herself.

"Found it. This way." Not really waiting, Helera's wolf form started to enter the hotel without looking back, moving slowly through the corridors, following the horrible smell of decay and keeping her ears open to any sign of the creature.

They didn't have to wait or search for long. In one of the bigger rooms, in what they figured was, a long time ago, the dinning hall, they found the Revenant. Helera had to suppress the chill that run through her when she finally saw it, but was quick to position herself to get ready for battle. She knew the basic procedures to work with human partners even though she never tried them before and glanced sideway, waiting for Carla to start shooting while she activated her eyes to search for the "life orb".

While following the Evalonian, Carla started putting the necessary bullets inside her revolver's barrel, always keeping her eye out for something the kid might miss. Although she had to admit the kid seemed to have good survival skills to be able to trace the creature without any problem. When they were face to face with the Revenant she noticed the wolf adopting a fighting posture but staying in place and without too much delay she fired the first three shots.

With her ears ringing from the shots and the scream that echoed through the room Helera started to move in the Revenants direction, her eyes bright blue trying to locate the life orb in the mist of darkness that made its body. But if Helera though she was fast, she just found out that the creature was at least twice as fast and barely managed to jump out of the way of one of the poisoned blades. The combate had barely begun and Helera was already at a disadvantage. She knew she didn't have the stamina to just keep dodging the creature's strikes in hope to find an opening she could use, so she better start using her brain if she wanted to come out of this alive. Tightening the grip on her daggers and setting her jaw she dogged another blow in the nick of time, before almost shouting got you!. She had just found the orb. Now she just needed to get it. If it as only that simple.

Noticing her partner's troubles Carla tried to shot the creature again but they were both moving too fast for her to aim properly and she couldn't shoot blindly for fear to hurt the young woman. Trying to decide fast what was the best course of action she barely register the moment the Revenant and Helera's fight changed course and they were both almost on top of her before she could move out of the way.

Tumbling around and panting, Helera could do little but to stay way from the blades, her eyes only focused in the monster, she didn't notice Carla in her path until it was too late. Tumbling on the elder woman and hitting the ground, she could not only feel the blades moving over the top of her head but also the cold and the pungent smell of death and decay. Carla was in the ground with her now, slightly under her wolf form. Feeling even more stupid for being in this position, Helera kicked the elder woman out of the blade's path without a second look and casted a simple fireball, point-blank at the creature's chest. "I hope that hurts like a bitch." She was pissed. More than pissed, she was not going to die yet. Not with this lower-level creature and not on the ground like this.

A new scream left the creature the moment the spell connected and was enough to push it back a little and giving Carla enough time to aim and shoot. Before the Revenant could get its bearings back, Helera jumped and with one of the daggers glowing red she strikes the orb with all her strength and hears a faint but satisfying smash sound.

"Good riddance!" falling back on the ground Helera still panting started laughing, transforming back to her disguised form. Only now turning to look at Carla.

Not very far on the floor from where Helera was, Carla was laying still, eyes closed. Jumping to her feet, ignoring how tired she was feeling, Helera crossed the little distance between them, eyes going wide in panic. "No, no, no! What did I miss?!" running in her head on repeat while she touched and search the woman for injuries. Feeling the cold hands of the Evalonian on her, Carla opened her eyes, only making a small grunt of pain.

"Now, now, it's okay. I will be fine" Carla whispered sweetly to the young woman moving desperately around her looking for the wound. A quick ice glance was enough to make her laugh, but she could feel the other one relaxing a little.

"Show me." Kneeling and putting her hands on her lap, Helera kept her eyes trained on Carla's body. With a sigh the woman moved her arm, showing an ugly deep cut on her side. Looking at it, Helera had to consciously hold back a curse word. This was bad. She needed to get the woman help and fast. Everyone knew about the poison in the blades and that if they got help in time she would live. Doing the only thing she could think of she "warped" them both to the Earth's Slayers HQ.

After making sure Carla would get the help she needed, very reluctantly, Helena made her way to report back to Lord Graegeth. And oh boy was she in trouble. The worst part was that normally she wouldn't even care, but this was Lord Graegeth, someone that even she, who has problems respecting authority figures, looked up to.

She knocked on his door, grunting softly to herself "Here goes nothing..."

 

[Justin93Daniels]

• Sir Graegeth

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  Sir Graegeth waits patiently for Helera in his office. Giving Jason a parting nod, he sits by while Jason opens the door and takes his leave, though as he passes by Helera, he pauses, and gives a respectful nod in acknowledgement, before continuing through the hallway.
  
  "Helera... you may enter." Sir Graegeth calls from inside.
  

 

[Archemis]

Helera watched the human leaving Sir Graegeth's office, not giving him more than a passing look too nervous about the report she was going to give. She held her breath and entered the office, looking now at her hands and noticing she had forgotten to change back to her true form. "Too late now..." She thought and gathering all the courage she had she looked up to him.

"Sir, I was told to come here after I finished the mission." Keeping her eyes on his she waited to the hell she was sure it was going to be set free.

 

[Justin93Daniels]

Sir Graegeth nods his head. "Indeed, Helera. Please, have a seat."

He would motion towards the seat opposite of the desk, while he, in turn, rests on the seat facing the doorway. His expression would not show joy... however, he doesn't appear to be angry, either. If anything, it would be quite impossible to decipher his expression... almost like he's thinking about something.

 

[Archemis]

Helera didn't know what to think and tried her best to not say anything, she wasn't the best at interactions and always managed to say the wrong things when she tried.
She moved to sit while keeping her eyes on Sir Graegeth and tried to keep her expression neutral and probably failing miserably.
She decided it was probably best only speak when spoken to, and kept waiting and clenching her hands on her lap.

 

[Justin93Daniels]

Sir Graegeth merely sits there, thinking about something. The pressure in the air almost seems too heavy for one to bear.

Finally, he looks down at the desk, before drawing a book from within the drawers, and gently placing it on the surface between them.

"Helera... I hear that your partner was injured today... is this true?" he would finally ask, a hint of concern present in his voice.

 

[Archemis]

"Yeah..." catching herself she back tracked, cleaning her throat "I mean, yes, sir it is"

She wasn't sure if she should go on but being nervous she kept speaking faster almost tumbling on the words.
"We were fighting and I just... Didn't see her and then we were all on the floor and it was attacking and I tried to move her and didn't see what happened. I killed it! And I thought it was over but she was just lying there and and... I don't know... I didn't know what I should do... She was bleeding and the the poison... And humans are just... " she trailed off not able to explain the situation.

 

[Justin93Daniels]

Sir Graegeth raises a hand to calm her. "At ease, Helera... you must control your emotions."

He straightens out his monocle, before looking at the book. Tapping a finger onto the opened page, a picture forms in the center, with a Human and an Evalonian standing on each side. At the center of the two, a pair of curved arrows spin in a circling pattern.

"Humans are weaker than us when it comes to Speed, Magic, and several other things, depending on the Evalonian in question... is that not what you feel?" he asks, but would hold a hand up before she could reply.

"No... there is no need to answer... it is an established fact, I assure you, and not bias.

"That being said, however, we are not superior over them... we are all balanced in-between as equals, just as the Maker intended when he created Life. In the traits where we fall short, that is where the Humans gain in power. What they can do within the Mortal Planes, we can only dream of... in short, it was destined that we both work together to pull ourselves up within our shortcomings. Just like the Ancient Humans did for your ancestors, when they introduced us to Weaponry."

He pauses, as if to let his words sink in, before raising his right finger up. At this mere motion, numerous Spirit Weapons of varying shapes and sizes materialize around the room, and circle around the walls, even when he lowers his finger and stands up.

He walks over to the Spectral Weapons, and runs a hand around their blades, as if examining them carefully.

"In fact, had it not been for the ideas of the Humans... for their ingenuity and craftsmanship, we would not have our Spirit Weapons, of which we use to banish the Voidlings, to this day... we would still be forced to use our hands, our paws, or our claws, to rip the Life Orbs from the Voidlings directly, as opposed to relying on the safety of our weapons to strike them from a safer distance... did you know that?"

This time, he looks towards her, as if waiting for a reply.

 

[Archemis]

Helera could almost slap herself, this was not how she wanted to go, but then again she should be used to it by now. Taking a deep breath to calm herself she paid attention to what she was being told.

Superior? No, probably not she didn't know enough about them to go that far. Up until some hours ago they were just... alien to her. Some other race that she knew almost nothing about and honestly even if a bit curious she never went any far on her thoughts about them. They just existed. And she had no plans in being partner of one of them. They could come in hand in a fight? Sure but trusting and binding her life to one was a bit too much in her opinion. Maybe one day that would change. Today was not that day.

She couldn't help but stare at all the weapons around her and gave a little whistle. Now that was something gorgeous! "I wonder if I could try one of them..." She though to herself but knew best about asking that out loud.

That last sentence made her eyes snap back to Sir Graegeth and her brow furrowed in thought.
"I never thought to ask." She answered, shrugging slightly.

 

[Justin93Daniels]

He would smile at her answer, before nodding his head. Immediately, the weapons floating around vanish into thin air, while he takes his seat once again.

Then it happens... the journals begin to glow, while another message appears on the pages.

Carla Wilson has been slain!

Sir Graegeth would cough immediately after the words appear. When he pulls his hand away from his mouth, he reaches down and pulls a small towel out from behind the desk, and wipes his face.

One could easily see his blood fill the towel, though surprisingly, it would appear to be as red as a human's blood... a trait that is far from ordinary for an Evalonian.

He would sigh, before lowering the towel back to the spot he got it from. Then he would straighten out his posture once more, as if nothing happened.

 

[Archemis]

Helera noticing the journal glow leaned forward a little to better see the words forming, assuming it was another part of this conversation although she was unsure of the true point of it. Reading the words she felt a pang of guilt in her chest and it felt difficult to swallow. Being pulled out of the turmoil of emotions going through her when Sir Graegeth coughed, looking at him but unable to meet his eyes from the time being.

At happened next stroke her as puzzling at best, but now was not the time to analise whatever that could mean.

"What happens now?" she tried to stay pragmatic no matter how she was feeling at the moment, but kept her head lowered.

 

[Justin93Daniels]

Sir Graegeth shakes his head, and sighs. "Now, we must speak with her family... no doubt they will need to hear this... her daughter, especially. But don't worry. I'll deal with that."

"For now, you should get some rest... no doubt, you have earned it. Your compensation will be delivered to your account once the charges and fees for your partner's loss have been sorted through... funeral charges, and all that... you may spend it on living arrangements, equipment, upgrades, and anything else you wish."

"However, please do be more considerate of your partners next time... while it's true, our goals are to 'Slay' the monsters, our priority is to protect those around us, family, friends, coworkers... I'm certain you're aware."

"Please, though, rest assured, I am not upset with you... disappointed in the loss, yes, but I just wanted to make sure you were okay, after your first real mission... after all, being the founder of our fine organization, you are my children, and I will do everything in my power to ensure that you are well-cared for, until the very end."

He smiles reassuringly at her, before closing his book and putting it back behind the desk. Then he begins to walk over towards the entrance, where he would wave a hand towards it, and stand to the side, as if allowing her to pass.

 

[Archemis]

"... her daughter, especially." Helera's brain stopped working after the moment that sentence left Sir Graegeth lips. Barely registering anything else, she felt cold, numb. Her brain stuck on those words and not able to move forward.

She barely registers the moment the book is put way, or when Sir Graegeth gets up, most certainly dismissing her. So her body reacts when her mind can not and automatically gets up and moves to the door and had her eyes not being lowered maybe Sir Graegeth could have seen how empty they were.

She doesn't snap out of it until she's home, although she's not sure how she got there in the first place. If that room could be called that is. Closing the door behind her, she slides down, her back against the cold wood. Looking back she could see her hands shaking, noticing that she made the whole way back in human form and when she couldn't take it anymore she brought her hands to both sides of her head and began crying silently.