.:/ "Slaying monsters for fun and profit~" /:.
Three months ago, on the night of a full moon, something wicked came scratching at Hayate’s window pane during the dead of night. That had been his first real introduction to this strange time around midnight and to the intense brand creepiness which came along with it. The sky turned green, the ground ran crimson with blood and every movement caught out of the corner of his eye really was
movement of some kind - not merely a figment of his imagination. Ah, but let’s not forget the tower...
How was it that he’d been living in the Port Island residential area for years now and only recently had discovered that their school, for reasons unfathomable to him, morphed into a giant tower of doom
every night? Well. That was what he got for thinking he led a fairly mundane existence, he supposed. Just when you got to thinking that life was comfortable, Hello Apocalypse!
Really, he oughtn’t have been trekking out to that blasted tower alone again, with it’s slithering, dark blobs of excess limbs and strange hordes of gravy gone long-bad. He’d been slapped around quite well in the past, but there was something just... almost addicting
about the place. As if once you’ve been inside for the first time, it gets under your skin, into your blood and you can’t help but come back. Some people did drugs to get high. Hayate killed monsters, apparently. “But which is really safer?”
he muttered with a soft sigh, his only real comfort being the weight of his big, sharp, ouchie-looking metal whip against his hip. That point was seriously up for some debate. I mean, who hid a weapon underneath their trenchcoat and went flouncing off to fight creepy critters of their own free will? There couldn’t have been many people. So far, he hadn’t run into anyone else, anyway. As he neared the tower, however, he was more than a little surprised to find that someone was already hard at work attacking monsters outside the twisted green tower. And then... there was... A summons.
A messy-haired boy who looked to be younger than Hayate himself, had summoned a being to his fight and in spite of himself, the tall blond had to smile. Someone else with a power like his own! He’d always known that there were others, but thinking so and seeing it were two different things entirely. The monster had been dispatched and the boy was digging around in his bag. Hayate though he’d heard him say something, but with the various distortions of this time of night, he couldn’t make out what it had been. Well, if he knew one thing, it was that making your presence known before coming into firing range was probably a good idea, so that you didn’t get attacked by mistake. Being laid out by someone else’s critter would sooooo ruin his night. “Hello, there,”
he called out to the messy-haired boy, waving politely. “Nice job with that creepy critter. Care for some company in the tower?"
It was so rare to find someone else running off to do the same things he did. Didn't it make sense then, to team up? "Don't worry,”
he remarked, moving his coat aside to show the coiled weapon
at his side, "I won't slow you down."