Once again, I had decided to don my Richter Belmont costume...and then some, for I have become...VAMPIRE HUNTER E!!! I checked myself standing in front of the mirror. Black and white airwalks, tied and secure... the bottoms of my cargo pant legs rolled up accordingly, the belt securely fastend around my waist, creating a skirt of sorts with the blue clothish material mom brought home for my Richter costume in 1995. A pair of belts tightened at my shoulders enabled the short sleeves of my blue shirt to frill out. The small spike band was clipped on my right wrist, and the larger, wider band was on my left bicep. I armed the Swatch on my left wrist. October 31, 1999. 7:50PM. The blue glove-- blue gauntlet, named "Leatherskin" by my cousin with a blue pen, was on my left hand. On my right, I wore the old, netted, umber sports glove my mom wore back in the 80s for her workouts. The white headband torn of an old 100% cotton t-shirt clung comfortably on the upper hemisphere of my carapace. The brown straps suggested the beaten Eddie Bauer covering my back. As the last detail, I clipped on the black D Estee hip pack which stored my Walkman. The pack concealed my belt, but that's okay, I'd put it away later. I may be left handed, but I handle the Sacred Whip better using my right hand. I learned this when I fought Jason---Death---at the Halloween party in 1995. I gave my blemished reflection a mean look in its brown eyes. I lifted the black whip into our view. The whip, made of true leather and costing under $20, felt soft and worn. It had shortened to a mere 7 foot length from what it was 4 years ago. Shaking the thought out of my mind, I went back to intimidating myself. "No contest,..." I muttered.
"HAAARRRRRGH!" I posed with the fierceness. I threw my closed fist into the air and looked up into the cieling, looking like Richter on the box cover of CastleVania Dracula X.
> "HSSSSSSSH!!!!"
I closed my arms and made fists the way Double did in Megaman X4 when he went from stubby football head to a deadly bishomechajo blader. I flung my arms open and... "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!?" ...I howled a mock Item Crash.
"SCKRRAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" *whchit* I snapped the whip off to the right side, striking the door to the closet.
"Shouldn't you get going? You'll be late." Mom said as she stood at the door, looking into her room to find me posing in front of the mirror while assaulting the closet. My Pose of Power instantly collapsed.
"Uhm...uh...r..right, right."
As I had done every time before leaving the apartment, I gave my 125% life size Asuka Langley Sohryu wall scroll the final regard and exited my room. I instantly made a right turn, pulled the door closed behind me, walked a few steps, and stood in the living room. "Okay, I'm ready."