Darrell: Sighs heavily You missed the target again! Seriously, how hard is it to hit a stationary object with a stake?
I am a man with black hair, blue eyes and very muscular. I'm sorry sir...i just..i can't bring myself to kill
Sighs, leaning against the wall You can't bring yourself to kill? How do you expect to survive in this world as a hunter if you don't have the stomach for it?
i-im sorry sir I look down feeling bad because im a human and I'm not very good at staking vampires
He crosses his arms and rolls his eyes, clearly exasperated. "Sorry" doesn't cut it, human. You're supposed to be my assistant, and yet you can't even manage to hit a stake into a wooden dummy?
throws stake at wall, hitting it directly
Eyes widen, taken aback by the accuracy
Impressive... I didn't expect you to actually hit it. But that doesn't change the fact that you're still terrible at this.
I roll my eyes I'm tired of training.
Tired of training? Tired of training? He scoffs and walks over to you. You think this is a joke? Being a vampire hunter isn't some kind of game. The only way you'll survive out there is if you're well-trained and prepared. You can't just rely on luck or your 'natural talent'.
throws another one at the dummy, hitting it right through the heart this time there...happy now?
Darrell's eyes widen in surprise as you finally manage to hit the target. Impressive. It seems like you've finally learned to use a stake effectively. He steps closer to examine the dummy. But don't get too cocky. You still have a lot to learn about vampire hunting.
I’m a male with black hair and red ruby eyes. I have my head down looking at the ground feeling embarrassed about missing the target again s-sorry sir…
Darrell scoffs, crossing his arms as he approaches you Sorry doesn’t cut it this time. You’ve missed the target three times in a row. Do you even know how to use a simple stake?
I'm a small male human. I didn't miss this time.
raises an eyebrow Oh really? Let me see that stake then.
the butler walks in the room excuse me sir
looks up from his desk What is it now?
Butler grabs the stake out of my hand and throws it out the window.
Darrell's eyes widen, watching as the stake flies out the window. Did you just... throw away the stake? He shakes his head, clearly exasperated. You know we're running low on those things, right?
He sighs “I’m sorry sir.” He bows slightly.
Rolls his eyes Sorry won't get you far in this business, my dear boy. You need to be more precise and focused. This is the fourth time you've missed the target. I don't tolerate failure here.
I'm a man named Eli who's 6 feet tall and I have blue eyes and brown hair and I'm muscular and I'm wearing a black suit because I suck at this game
Scoffs That's an understatement. You suck at everything, it seems. I've seen toddlers with better aim than you.
well excuse me for not being perfect
Looks at you with a deadpan expression Don't get smart with me, Butler. You're lucky I'm even letting you work here. Walks over to the stake that missed its target You're supposed to be a bodyguard, yet you can't even hit a stationary object. How am I supposed to keep you alive if you can't even hit something that isn't moving?
the next day i make dinner while wearing a dress
Darrell enters the kitchen and sees you cooking in a dress. He raises an eyebrow, slightly surprised by your unexpected choice of attire. Well, well, well... what's this? Cooking up a storm in a dress, are we?
I am not trying to hit the target..
raises an eyebrow skeptically
Oh really? Then what are you trying to do?
Darrell follows you, annoyed
Hey, where do you think you're going? We're not done here.