[Maverick Hunter Zero]

The crestfallen castle most certainly had seen better days, but in terms of how imposing the place was, there was no mistaking the signs of possible danger that permiated the place.

Especially now when there were signs of possible Vampire sightings when there was no trace of a monster, though in defense the Castle now took on the appearance of the eldritch location that is the titular Castlevania, and the possible signs of something stirring within the walls of the place.

As for who appeared first, it was Death gliding fast towards the area scythe at the ready to test the strength and will of those who sought to face his master. "Time to make preparations and begin the search, at least for those people... They must be tested first before they are able to face Dracula." Death mused to himself as he glided ever closer to his master's domain.

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Death; the Grim Reaper
HP: 175
Shield: 60
Status: ?
Buffs:
None
Debuffs:
None
Cooldowns:
None

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Mission
START

[WolfEx]

The search for Dracula: tortimer

HP: 150/150 Shield: 55/55 Final Smash: Breakin The Bank

Tortimer took his time getting to the location since he had no vehicle or any form of transportation really, to say he hoofed it would be an understatement. How long exactly did it take Tortimer to doddle his way to the castle? Days? Months? He was never in a hurry for anything and that includes even very important missions. To him, life was too short to rush things and this particular mission and location was no exception. As he...finally....appeared to the site the first being he noticed was a rather...drab looking fellow who appeared bony in structure and tall in stature. As Tortimer approached the tall and daunting figure he adjusted his glasses and scoffed. "Laddy, don't you know Halloween isn't for quite awhile longer? I must say that is a lovely costume however. Quite spooky if I do say so myself! Haha!" He giggles and approaches the figure closer inspecting every inch of him and the weapon he was holding. "Wow, it's also quite realistic! Well done! Did you make this costume or buy it son? If there's a thrift store around here I wanna know!" He laughs again excited to meet a few face. He then winces at the figure and realizes how skinny he is and flashes a look of worry. "Oh my, you need some more meat on them bones boy. You're lookin mighty frail and pale there pally. Why don't you come over to my place later for some soup and bread. And we're not talking turtle soup! Unless you're a cannibal then please don't come." He laughs once more. "Only joking sonny. Now then...what kind of mess are we getting ourselves into here then huh? I hear there was a Drag Show somewhere around here and my my I haven't seen some bazongas in quite some time! I hope they have a colorful lineup!" He smiles widely and looks around for when and where the entertainment may begin, but for now, all he sees is a large drafty castle and sighs. "This is already putting me to sleep! Where's the action!?" He waits for some clarification from the boney fellow before proceeding onward.

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[Sunnivale]

Meanwhile Bax Twiford and Ibn Oxley were getting close to the castle, and thus, had nearly met up with Tortimer and Death as a result. While Ibn was excited at the prospect of defeating Dracula and helping make Li a safer place, Bax was more worried about what would happen in this mission.

Although he was sure everyone will do their best in stopping or even killing Dracula, he can't help but think about his anxiety of things that can go wrong. He was hesitant in bringing Ibn, but he insisted to never leave his side again after what happened at Ikenfell.

In fact, his anxious looks brought Ibn's attention, who stopped. "Bax?" He said, causing Bax to stop and to turn towards Ibn.

"Hmm?" He didn't say much, because he didn't want to sound rude.

"Are you still worried about what could happen to us?" He walked up to Bax, who looked down a little.

"Yes, I just, get this sense of dread that something will go wrong in this mission, to you most of all." He said, looking up towards his boyfriend, who leaned closer and lifted his hands from his green cloak to hug Bax a little.

He was always so warm, which was enough to cause Bax to blush a little.

"Whatever this Dracula guy does, then I'll make sure nothing happens to me, for your sake. And I'll make sure he won't lay a finger on that beautiful hair of yours." Ibn's reassurances always helped Bax whenever he felt sad or worried, which caused him to smile.

"Thank you. Let's go meet with everyone." Bax didn't want to keep the group waiting, with Ibn nodding excitingly again as the boys quickly made it to the location where Death and Tortimer were.

"Hello gentlemen. I take it that you will be with us for the duration of this vampire hunt. It is pleasant to meet the two of you!" And it looks as though Ibn and Bax weren't the last ones to arrive, he did the introduction while Bax stood near Ibn quietly.

"I am the great Ibn Oxley. Back in my world, I was had a high rank at the coven that I worked for, as well as my wonderful boyfriend here, Bax Twiford." Ibn lifted up his hand as he introduced Bax to Tortimer and Death.

"Wonderful!?" Bax's face turned red again as he hid his face away from Tortimer and Death... Wait, Death!? That actual death itself.

And Tortimer thinks that it's just a costume.

As does Ibn, who walked over towards the two. "I say, the costume is more better then the grim reaper costume that I made one Halloween when I was a child. You must be a professional in the art of cosplay!" Ibn said, complimenting Death's costume.

"I don't think that's a costume you guys. I think that's the actual Death himself." He said, walking over to join the others, but he kept his distance from everyone.

"OOH." Ibn quickly bowed down to Death.

"Mister Death, I'm actually a big fan of yours, can I get an autograph, well two autographs. It's because of you that I got into dark magic!" Ibn said, he wished to get Death's autograph for Bax as well, since he was often too shy to ask for autographs.

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Ibn Oxley: 140/140
Bubble Shield: 45/45

Bax Twiford: 110/110
Bubble Shield: 30/30

[jokerjay779]

Gruntilda's Theme



Gruntilda then rode in on her broomstick flying in the sky before coming closer. She wore her best rags and had some lipstick drawn on her around where he lips used to be on her skull. She also appeared to wear fake eyelashes and painted her eyelids purple like makeup. She stopped in front of Death, lying on her broomstick in a seductive pose. As she stared at Death with bedroom eyes.

"Feeling lonely than have no fear, Madam Grunty is right here. And you my studly bag of bones, have captured the heart of this old crone. So let us skip the test and get to know each other faster, before we go see your handsome master," Gruntilda said.

Of course, being so hideous no matter what she put on her face or wore some nearby flies began vomiting from witnessing the whole thing. As various rats began fleeing in terror. And then a maggot that was in Grunty's bony nose crawled out and got out of her strange robotic body's skull case. She looked nervous at first and just gave a nervous smile, only to make matters worse as her hideous disgusting teeth were shown as a centipede crawled across it.

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HP: 180/180

Shield: 65/65

Status: You have termites, in your smile.

[Therider]

From a short distance upon a ruined wall, Richter watched this ecclectic group of adventurers clamor for Death's attention and favor with hardened heart and narrowed eyes. The turtle, Tortimer, seemed genuine and caring but misguided, and may need new lenses for his spectacles (and perhaps some aid for his hearing.) The two young men, Bax and Ibn, seemed enamored in Death as well, one proclaiming loudly he "got into dark magics because of him". Were this another time, another world, another life, the two men and Richter would be enemies and locked in a battle for the fate of the world's soul.

Were it so simple on Li.

Lastly, there was the witch, Gruntilda. Through her grating rhymes, Richter picked out her infatuation with Death and her intention to make this some sort of courtship. Sickening, but Richter held his tongue firm. This band of strange and unusual beings of power gathered for one reason; stop Dracula, by any means. The Belmont jumped down from his ledge, landing with cat-like grace, before approaching Death, cutting inbetween Ibn and the floating spectre. 

"The undead witch, the pair of warlocks, the sincere mayor and the vampire hunter, gathered at the beck and call of Death himself. Do not waste our time, fiend; why bring us here, and where is Dracula?"

Richter did not hold back his disgust for Gruntilda and the two boy's magical choices, but he seethed when even looking at Death. So many of his comrades, friends, family were slaughtered by this one servant of darkness alone; and now he had to work with it. Richter Belmont may not be wise as the saints of old, but he knew one thing.

He despised accepting darkness as acceptable.

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Richter Belmont HP:150/150 Shield:50/50 Status: CD:0

[Maverick Hunter Zero]

Death would turn to face the miniature senior citizen that was Tortimer. "You mistake my cloak as a costume... An easily honest mistake that one can make at your age." Death would say with some indifference in his voice before he turned his skeletal gaze to the twins.

"A practitioner of Necromancy, I see. I must advise against dabbling further in my dark art, lest your soul pay the price... No offense." Death said with slight concern, aware that Necromancy is an art that he would only let those who have far more skill to keep it in check.

He would then fix his skeletal gaze upon Gruntilda, and for once Death gave her a remorseful look. "Seeing you in such a state, makes me feel very irate. But the sentiment is shared, your enemies shall have my resentment." Death would say, attempting to add to her rhyming rhetoric before the look of remorse turned into a look of tranquil fury. Anyone familiar with their Castlevania Lore(and I do mean anyone) would know that the Belmont Clan was a force to be reckoned with, especially when it comes to putting a stop to Dracula himself(with the only exception being Leon Belmont due to his originally being friends with the man who became Dracula; Mathias Croncvist)

"Belmont... It would seem as though our paths were destined to collide once again. And yes, I do believe that my master is here." Death would say, keeping himself in check and mastering the impulse to not hurt his adversary.

"It looks as though the group is all here, before I let you lot, barring Richter, face Dracula... I must see your skills first-hand." death said with calm determination, clenching a bony fist and slamming it into the background, causing the area to shatter and reveal a door to a boss that he knew was there.

Tortimer, Gruntilda, and Ibn & Bax! Enter the door and face the boss within, As Death wants to see your Strength firsthand!

Death would teleport Richter to the first stage of the castle to face off against the first boss.

Richter you will be going through the map of the First Castlevania Game, the Bosses will be kept at your skill level.

[WolfEx]

The search for Dracula: tortimer

HP: 150/150 Shield: 55/55 Final Smash: Breakin The Bank

Tortimer had been insulted many times before, but almost always was it by a younger individual. The turtle elder had no idea how old the bony fellow was, but he was not going to stand for a snide remark.  "My age!?! What are you, ten? I bet I outlived lifetimes before you came out of your mother's vulva!" He shakes his cane at the one known as Death not realizing he was actually very ancient. "And what the flabbit do you mean master, are you a slave or something? If we need to free you from their clutches you could just ask instead of creepily stringing us along at this old castle here!" He really wasn't in the mood for games or tricks. "As you so publicly pointed out, I'm old, so why give us all the smoke and mirrors? Ain't gettin younger! Cut to the chase! You wanna kick some Master Bootay, so let's do some kickin!" As Tortimer says this, a door opens in front of the group in which Death reveals his boss, or master, may await. Tortimer confidently taps his cane to the ground ready for action. "About time! Now make sure my disability money comes through after this ya hear? I got no patience for con artists!" Tortimer was going to let Death have it if anything fatal happened to him; like breaking his hip again, god forbid he gets another big hospital bill! "And don't forget I want to know all about your necro nancy drew stuff when we win this little castle quest! I bet it would be helpful for me to use on my next trip to the casino!" Tortimer had to keep talking people's ears off, or he'd fall asleep just about anywhere and at any time. He was thankful that all the hullabaloo going on was enough to get his labido going.

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[Sunnivale]

Ibn and Bax looked at Tortimer, worried that he could easily get hurt in this upcoming fight with Dracula. "Should we, protect him at all costs?" Bax nudged to Ibn. If Tortimer goes down easily then there would be one less person in the fight against Dracula which would be bad for the group. Granted, Gruntilda and Richter seemed strong enough to help the couple as well.

"I'm sure he'll be fine Bax. Besides, he might be more powerful then we think." Tortimer asked the two regarding their magic, mainly Ibn's, as it could prove useful to him once the mission is over. Bax thought for a moment about helping the turtle once this mission was done.

"Five dollars---Bax, we should do it for a free. After all, we should respect our elders." Plus this conversation that they were having with Tortimer was keeping their minds off of, Gruntilda's face, which was making the two sick, especially when that maggot came out of her helmet. 

However, Death got their attention when he told Ibn to study something else other then necromancy. "That's not an option for me to take. Besides, I like necromancy, it's my favourite kind of magic." Granted it was still something that Ibn had to still control with the help from Bax.

However, the situation soon turned serious as the mission began and Death told the group to enter the Castle, where they will likely face Dracula. However it appears as though Richtar wasn't coming with them. It seems as though Death has something else in store with the hunter.

Ibn and Bax didn't know what it was. They didn't read any lore regarding Richtar, they just assumed he was here to kill Dracula like everyone else, and probably steal some sort of holy cross that Dracula likely has. Vampires always has something cool like that.

"Wait, where are you---" However Death and Richtar soon vanished, leaving Bax feeling sad as he should of been more fast enough to finish his sentence, Ibn patted his back.

"We can ask him when they get back, or if we find them in the castle. Let's go in Bax!" Ibn cheerfully said, with Bax nodding in approval.

"Right." The two entered the castle soon after to prepare for their fight with Dracula. Or whatever it was that the group were going to fight.

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Ibn Oxley: 140/140
Bubble Shield: 45/45

Bax Twiford: 110/110
Bubble Shield: 30/30

[jokerjay779]

Gruntilda's Theme

Gruntilda is not sure how to respond or interpret what Death said to her. Though she'll choose denial and thinks she still has a chance with him. Considering they apparently took pity seeing her in this state. Not that she would blame him, she missed her flesh and blood. To be reduced to nothing but a skull in an artificial body is a cruel fate that she does not deserve. All she wanted was to become the fairest of them all by stealing the beauty of a small bear child and then she was knocked off her tower, buried under a boulder for years, and blown up.


It was nice to see the youth interested in the dark arts. It reminded her of how ecstatic was as a child to learn curses so she could use them on people who made fun of her green skin. Though she wondered why the turtle with the foot in the grave was there. Maybe he got lost and wandered here by mistake. And it seems a goody-two-shoes monster hunter is here too, Grunty keeps a wary eye on him as they are here to try to get Dracula on their side and bring him back to the Life Sphere.

Though she was sad to Death go and bring that monster hunter with him and leaving them to fight with someone else as a test.

"That goody two shoes whip-wielding upstart, how come he gets a headstart?!" she bellowed.

She then turned towards the door Death summoned as she walked in. Hoping she can be able to impress Death with her magical prowess.

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HP: 180/180

Shield: 65/65

Status: About to throw hands