Should've known better. It's not safe in town after dark. Certainly not on a full moon. That's when all the disappearances have been happening--teenage girls and boys absconded with to some dismal fate. Stories spread. The usual. Some blame the missing girls on Mr. Kimura, but isn't that just a tad tacky? the chatty girls in homeroom say around mouthfuls of tempura. They have no idea. This one didn't, anyway. Else she wouldn't be here.
Even now, the sight's weird: a schoolgirl grappled by a schoolboy just beyond a streetlamp. They're not kissing. His face is scrunched up in a scowl--but that's avoiding the point, denying that those are bony ridges growing out his brows. Might as well make an excuse for the
fangs. Those fangs can't be denied. They're too real; not perfectly symmetrical daggers, but exaggerated dog's teeth, dog's teeth grown too long and sharpened on a belt sander.
The vampire (no use beating around the bush) sneers at the girl. "Give daddy a kiss."
Maybe she does know better. She's been calm through this. Far too calm. And those eyes, big, warm, vacant...
"Bang!" Her forehead meets his mouth. Crunch. He reels back, barking in surprise. He spits out a few flat teeth and takes a good look at the girl who just gave him impromptu dentistry. She reaches into her purse and pulls out...
A stake.
It looks like it used to be a bed post. The vampire pauses, looks at the stake, looks at the girl, measures his chances. No way she can use that thing. He leaps.
She catches him in the throat with a fist. The sound that comes out is not unlike a hydraulic press smashing into a bag of dry cement. He crumbles unceremoniously. The girl hops on him, knees digging into his stomach. She brings down the stake like she stabs things for a hobby.
Schuk. In a burst of ash and embers, the vampire goes off to meet his maker in some blasphemous pit.
The girl rises up. She looks at the stake in her hand.
"I," she says, "will call you Pokey Three-Pokes." She digs a little notch near where an angle bleeds into the smooth cone of a point, just above two siblings.
Osaka the Vampire Slayer heads back home, cold milk from the market and a stake from an old bed sharing space in her Neco-Coneco bag.
Osaka, the Vampire Slayer
White Hat
Life Points 69
Drama Points 20
Strength 5, Dexterity 5, Constitution 6, Intelligence 3, Perception 3, Willpower 4
Qualities: Attractive +2 (2), Slayer (16)
Drawbacks: Bad Luck 4 (4), Clown (1), Misfit (2), Recurring Nightmares (1), Teenager (2)
Skills: Acrobatics 1, Computers 1, Kung Fu 3, Getting Medieval 3, Influence 1 Knowledge 2, Languages 1, Notice 2, Occultism 1, Wild Card (Weird Insight) 4
Manouvers: Punch +8, damage 10 bashing.
Stake +8, damage 10 slash/stab.
Stake through the heart +5, damage 10 slash/stab, x5 against vampires.
Before she became a Slayer, and assuming everyone you asked knew what a Slayer was, nobody in their right mind would have pegged Osaka of all people as a potential bearer of a divine mantle to protect the world from unspeakable darkness. But that's Slayerhood for you. It's fickle. Perhaps a bit of a jokester. Perhaps something pissed it off so-and-so years back and has since made a hobby of bestowing mantles upon unlikely subjects specifically to piss something else right off. It's a mystery to us all. And so is Osaka.
She has seemingly little imagination: punch, punch, stake. Repeat. In a pinch she's been known to do the most unnervingly innocuous things to try and beat up a vampire--repeatedly slamming one against a tree, for instance, in the hopes that a pointy and sturdy branch will stake it right proper. Or that one time when she smacked that elder vampire with a sea cucumber she got from God-knows-where, and then plunged a healthy oak kill-stick through his sternum when he was busy trying to get the cucumber guts out of his eyes. Or when she incinerated an entire pack of vampires by forgetting she'd woken up at 4 a.m., and then lured her persuers into an open courtyard, whereby she smacked each one up and tossed 'em into the harsh dawn light.
It's agreed that it's a bad idea to downplay Osaka the Vampire Slayer.
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