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RIGHT RIGHT. You lot end up waiting on the bus before an influx of people decide to flood into the place and take up the seats. A few kids are wielding rather unique looking weapons, that, or they just stick out like a sore thumb.

Including the massive giant of a man who obviously stands well-over 7 feet, with a three barreled shotgun strapped over his back! He ducks his way off to sit in a seat that's away from everyone else.

A attractive looking girl is walking onto the bus. It's quite possible that she's one of the most beautiful girls that anyone's ever laid eyes on. At her back appears to be a scythe blade that arches over her head; she takes a seat next to another girl, probably her friend.

Meanwhile the most unique weapon of all is held by a muscular looking boy that stands at a good 5'10 in height. His muscles are rather obvious and even poke through the black tank top he's wearing. At his back is an odd device that ends with a saw blade at the end, with a long flat metal shaft between it and the handle.

Silvia got to speak with Ray, the aforementioned slayer that made sure only other slayers boarded the bus and deterred pedestrians from joining them. Apparently, Ray was a vampire, which isn't that much of an uncommon thing to the society. Vampires who were once slayers were often turned by force, and as such, choose to join the society as opposed to go against it. Vampires are often placed into special clean-up squads (Ray included) who clean up after a Slayer's mess; in fact, Ray has cleaned up after Silvia's brother several times in the past.

The bus was so full that poor Jan and Nate were forced to sit with someone!

Jan got to sit beside Zedd. Zedd's a boy with long, shoulder length hair and wore a simple dark black shirt with a pair of faded and somewhat torn jeans. As far as weaponry went it wasn't anything particularly amazing; just a pair of handguns, which apparently clipped up to 15 bullets each. Zedd was pretty pessimistic about the whole situation and in fact disliked the idea of everyone being randomly picked by the society. He himself wasn't really eager to join and bet that most of the people on the bus were probably going to end up dying within the first three months.

Nate meanwhile got to talk to Rowena! Rowena is the polar fucking opposite of what he is, and goes the whole nine yards. She wears a tank top with a set of black and red plaid pants, with deep red, dyed hair and a few piercings at the brow and ears. What caught him (and everyone she passed) off guard the most was the massive full-arm tattoos that consisted of a few rose vines slinking through human skulls. Despite otherwise, Rowena was pretty easy to socialize with and was probably more than likely the one to break the ice if Nate didn't. She's pretty optimistic about the situation, and actually a little eager about the whole idea of becoming a slayer.



The ride ends at 3 hours, meaning all of you fuckshits have the various symptoms of sleeping limbs, sore everythings, and probably the dire need to pee. At around the first hour everyone may notice the surroundings of the bus starting to get barren and relatively desolate in the life department. The road was boring from then on and stretched forwards in the same direction for half a fucking hour.

Finally at hour two a large fence can be seen with a sign reading "NO TRESPASSING: VIOLATORS WILL BE SHOT ON SIGHT. SURVIVORS WILL BE SHOT AGAIN." Two slayers were apparently arming this fence, as one went onto the bus to go to the bus driver so he could confirm his identity before it moved off on down the road.

Half an hour later (3 hours total) the party arrives at their destination!

The place has a large gothic fence making up the front. The rest is closed in by a large stone wall with four watchtowers at each corner. A few guards can be seen patrolling the tops of said walls. The bus driver was kind enough to instruct everyone on the following facts:

The walls are always guarded by a few slayers to both keep an eye on the students and prevent trespassers and monsters from causing trouble in the academy. Despite this there has been known 'breaches' where creatures arrive inside the academy itself, but he sincerely doubted that a major breach would happen this year.

At the end of the massive walls is a huge several story building that'd likely serve as the student's class rooms for written work. Additionally the Cafeteria had its own personal building which was also attached to a Gymnasium that contained several weapon racks and a ring for the sake of combat training/horsing around. A medical bay is also found next to the Gymnasium. He stated that the students should actually avoid fucking around because unfortunately it is VERY POSSIBLE to die here; if anyone is to spar at the gymnasium he told them to notify the nearest veteran slayer to heal up any wounds should a severe injury come out of the mess.

There are 8 training grounds that will contain 2 teams of 3. These squads basically pit three people together and throw them with a random elite slayer who's in charge of maintaining the group/training them. This Slayer will help with any work/do combat training and all that cool shit but he himself was more of a squad mate than a mentor or teacher; he'd lead the squad off on hunts to familiarize themselves with the societies ways. After a few successful missions are turned in the team will be disbanded and they then go through a process of selection where they're given a single partner.

A partner's job is simple: To keep track of their own partner and have their back at all times. The two will always go together in missions (though there are moments where they have to be separated) and will basically be together for as long as they can live. Once a slayer loses their partner they won't get a new one.

Anyhoo you shitfucks all go onto the training ground and proceed to notice that your particular trainer, Dustin, appears to be in a meditative state. He's sitting cross legged and has his one good eye closed. He's a really muscular man, with rather thick arms that could probably pound anyone's face into a damn hamburger. A broad, long blade is sheathed at his hip with a short shaft as opposed to a normal handle. At his other hip is a hand cannon that'd likely be difficult to shoot by those unfamiliar with guns. His hair is blonde and cut short, and he actually looks pretty young despite his middle age -- that is, if it weren't for the fact a patch covers over his left eye socket.

Assuming you guys were held back for a month or so your relatives would actually tell tales of Dustin where he supposedly hacked a dragon to pieces with just a spear alone. Another supposed feat was a moment when his team was about to be crushed by a giant's thrown boulder, only to find the boulder being split in half before it could even reach them. Of course on the train ride (and from your relatives) you've also been informed that a lot of Slayers can be cocky and over-exaggerating assholes that brag about anything -- real or not.











RIGHT

You noodles spend the next few minutes talking with Dustin. Dustin pretty much did his best to keep the team as organized as possible and provided helpful tips when needed. Besides this he actually told the party that they'd be handling their first breach with a small team. He wasn't sure what the creatures of the breach would include, but did warn everyone that they should probably keep on their feet and ask Mr. Kirby during his lesson to take a random melee weapon for self defense if things get hairy.

Anyhow whether you fuckshits went 'pls master no' or not Dustin dismissed it and sent you off to classes.

You faggots spend the next 6 hours LEARNING. (well, 4, the next two consisted of driving in a cool car! (Described below).

The first thing you lot did was head off to a classroom that'd pretty much be a written course. This class was taught by Mr. Manotti, who didn't care whether or not you guys added the obligatory 'Mr' or not seeing how he sees that all slayers are pretty much family. Manotti was a pretty scrawny dude, wore a pair of glasses and had balding hair. He looked pretty out of place for being a slayer, but apparently knew a lot about all the creatures they have to deal with. Supposedly, Manotti is part of a squad of slayers that pretty much act as researchers, capturing monsters in order to study their behavior and actions.

Which made sense seeing how he was teaching you how to kill that shit. The class pretty much revolved around learning how the creatures interacted, their weak points, how they prefer to attack, etc etc. It was basically a gigantic in-depth study of every monster ever. He planned to cover as many creatures as he could. The class told them how each monster was categorized.

Class I Monsters/situations are mostly reserved for teams of three academy students and their mentor. They're still a pretty big threat but are disposed of easily by the journeyman members.

Class II are pretty much the journeyman and apprentice slayer's main target. They're dangerous and are considered an actual threat to any Slayer, but can be disposed of by conventional means.

Class III are where slayers apparently draw a very special line. This is where slayers make it a requirement to send a team (or teams) of journeyman to handle the problem. A master is also often called in to help.

Class IV Is a threat to the society as a whole. Apparently IV threats are incredibly rare, and only ever surface every few years or so. Almost all Class IV's are magical, and if they aren't, they've got some reason for being capable of razing a city if left alone. Master Slayers and special operation squads are sent to handle these creatures.

Class Vs are unique monsters and considered a danger to the [i] [b] world [/b] [/i]. Only one in history has really ever been documented; Apophis. The mythology nuts of course went nuts over this because its apparently an actual figure, which begs the question: Are other big figures in mythology are real or not?

I should also note that he was sure that there's very rarely just one monster in one place at a time; when monsters arrive, they're called 'breaches', which is where monsters decide to inexplicably appear and wreak havoc upon all around them. Apparently breaches are fairly common; but the size of the society manages to keep the creatures at bay...'enough'.


The next teacher, Mr. Kirby, was right in the gym. Unlike the last teacher he actually didn't really see academy students as part of the Society yet. In fact he spent the first ten minutes of class explaining that you're all at the bottom of the barrel and you won't ever prove yourselves until the day you become an apprentice. The Gym had a small lobby with a few weapon racks with desks arranged for the sake of LEARNING. He was going to pretty much treat you all to special combat training courses to hone your skills even further. (Those of you who've been held back two years have already learned how to fight nearly /beyond/ a peak human in hand to hand combat.) He looked pretty husky, with a goatee and mustache taking up his face. He was a pretty fucking serious teacher and if one of you three didn't decide to be a class clown, one kid did, resulting in him smacking the back of his hand with a wooden staff. Anyhoo you guys did hardcore warm up courses because he didn't really want actual combat training seeing how starting today the mentors are taking their kids out on their first extermination. A few kids actually asked to take one of the many weapons from the racks for their hunt tonight.

...Despite his seriousness he was easily distracted and actually spent like 30 minutes of the class talking about the process of harpooning whales.