Hiriku Archid & Estabelle Grishaw
Hiriku sat , legs crossed, on top of the mirror centered in Lord Death's room, silently enjoying an apple, taking small bites occasionally, turning it to and fro in her hand as she did so. Estabelle was below, sitting at the tiny table off to the right, in a small square stool, stirring a cup of tea with little enthusiasm. She sat bolt upright, with not even the slightest slump in her back or shoulders, it almost made her look like she was stiff, or frozen, but this was just how she sat.
They had been there almost 45 minutes before a couple entered the room. Hiriku noticed them immediately, as she could see their souls the moment they had walked in. This peaked her interest, considering one of the souls was that of a witch. "Lord Death, a witch has just w-" She was cut short as Lord Death held up his hand in a motion for her to remain silent. "I'm aware, dear. Please, allow me." Hiriku nodded and went back to her apple, though she couldn't help but feel a little antsy. What on earth was a witch doing just marching right into Death's domain? Did she have some kind of death wish? As the two got closer, it was made more and more apparent that this girl was a witch, you could tell by the way she dressed, like she was a 5 year old, only she had her breasts displayed like she was going to infatuate Death or something. She clenched her apple hard in her fist, causing juices to run down her wrist, and she tilted her head to both sides, causing it to crack loudly.
Belle was in a better position to hear what was going on, but she cared very little, although it was rather alarming when this witch admitted to wanting to become a student at the academy. She didn't even glance in their direction, but she clung on to every word that was said, occasionally sipping her tea. At one point, she dared to look in their direction, only to make an awkward eye contact with the male. Something shot through her, it was like a cold chill that sent a shiver down her spine, and she immediately looked away. 'Did you...feel that, Hiriku?'
Hiriku took another large bite out of her apple. 'How could I not have? Something is odd about him. He's an older student, I'm pretty sure he is a senior. Don't worry about it, we can talk to Death about it when they leave.' She continued to glare at the witch, though it would be hard for her to tell seeing as how she was wearing her yellow shades. It would merely look as though she was gazing in her direction from up high. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, Lord Death was actually going to let this witch run about in the name of the DWMA? Had he gone completely insane? Or was there something more than size when it came to this witch's boobs? Regardless, she trusted the will of Death and would not question it, no matter how bizarre and completely idiotic it seemed.
After a while, the two were dismissed, and they exited Death's room. Hiriku pushed off from the mirror and landed gracefully on the ground. "Lord Death, did what I think just happen, happen? I'm wrong, right?" Death turned to face her. "Afraid not, sister. We're going to give this a chance to play out. Now, don't tell me you didn't sense what I sensed, you of all people should have been able to catch on." He was referring to the ways their souls matched up quite well, almost a perfect coexistence, she had felt it the moment the two entered the room. "I felt it, but there was...something else about their souls, something...wrong. Almost as if they were...tainted."
Death nodded in agreement. "Good girl! I'm glad you were able to see it so clearly, I was worried you might not. There is something indeed wrong here, but we can't go pointing fingers just yet, I've a new assignment for you. You're going to follow them, take them out into the field one that errand I gave you, see how they fair with one another." Death clapped his hands together before continuing. "Let me be clear, I want Salem taking the helm on this assassination. You're to let her engage the enemy, wielding Cory as a weapon. If something goes wrong, and this witch isn't as truthful as she appears" The holes where his eyes should be tilted as if displaying anger, and his tone got serious. "Complete the mission and bring her back here, I'd want to kill her myself."
Hiriku was a little taken aback by this, but she nodded in agreement. "Of course, Lord Death. It will be done. I hope they got a good night's sleep, we were planning on heading out later this afternoon. Moving on Freshman Orientation day would be our best option, since everyone in the school is going to be caught up in all of it." She looked to Estabelle, who nodded and stood from her stool, taking one last sip of her tea before placing the cup gently on the table and re-positioning her scarf to cover her mouth. The two of them bowed before death, and turned to leave.
They rushed to catch up to the two of them. Luckily, they were just outside Death's room, introducing themselves to one another. "You two, I've received orders from Death to instruct you to come with us, we're heading out on our most recent assignment, Death wants the two of you to come along and have us witness how well you fair with one another, and.." She paused for a moment, tilting down her glasses so she could look the witch in the eye, "To see if you've really got what it takes to be a student here in the DWMA. He wants you two personally carrying out this assassination, We're coming along in case you get in over your heads. Shouldn't be a problem, right?" She pushed her shades back into place with a cocky grin. She excused herself by shouldering her way through the middle of the two, and Estabelle followed behind. As she did, she looked at the witch, her red eyes gazing, emotionless into hers. She held her gaze for a moment, and slowly turned her head forward. Hiriku tucked her left hand into her shorts pocket, and waved behind her with her right. "Meet us at the train station in four hours. If you can't show up on time, don't bother coming back to school tomorrow, Witch." With that, they rounded the corner and were gone, headed out of school to their home in the center of Death City to make preperations for their mission.