Finally, today's the day. He's been staying in Death City waiting for this day for what seems like forever. Mac looked upon the seemingly never-ending staircase that lead to the DWMA. 'What sort of diabolical mind came up with this design?' He pondered in his mind. But whatever, this'll be a cake walk for him, he's sure of it. "The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step huh?" He muttered to himself as he looked upon them. "That's it! I'm rolling a slinky down that SOB!" Mac proclaimed. Unfortunately slinky rolling will have to wait, he's late for class.
Mac raced up the stairs with a backpack strapped to his back. It took him but a mere three minutes to scale the stairs. He looked down at his watch to confirm that it was just three minutes. "Man! I'll beat that time before the weeks up!" He said unsatisfied. "This. Ain't. Over." Mac growled as he stared down the stairs. He turned to face the academy. He glared up that the skull designs on the academy. "Taking the skull theme a bit far aren't you Reaper?" He muttered to himself as he entered the building.
Mac walked through the hallways, and he glanced over to his watch, seeing that he was late. He let out a sigh, and folded his arms behind his head. He calmly walked towards his classroom like he didn't have a care in the world. "If I'm going to be late, then I'm going to show up like a Boss!" He smirked to himself. He arrived outside his classroom, and sighed. 'Well, here we go. Hope my Weapon's badass.' He thought to himself.
He straightened up his black jacket, smoothed down his black dress shirt, and adjusted the loose tie he was wearing. He was about ready to enter but stopped at the last second. He put his hand in his right pocket to pull out a stick of gum. Once he placed it in his mouth, he opened the door. His eyes darted across the room as he studied the others. He slammed the door behind him, making enough noise to get everyone's attention on him. He calmly put his hands in his jean's pocket, and strutted over like he owned the place to a seat next to a girl who's nose was firmly placed in a manga.
Mac placed his feet on the table, and leaned back in his chair. He glanced over at the girl, and felt like he should say something. "Hey bookworm." Mac greeted. Not the strongest start of a conversation. "Do you have a slinky?" He asked. And not exactly the best icebreaker. "I'm totally going to roll one down those steps outside! Should be fun." Mac grinned at the thought of it. He just couldn't get that out of his head. "Name's Mac by the way." He said as he blew a big bubble of gum, and popped it in his mouth.
"I'm a Meister. The best one here." He said aloud, hoping others heard him. He wanted them to know what he thought. "Not to toot my own horn, but I can perform Soul Menace! Feel free to be impressed." He said as he shut his eyes, pretty proud of himself. "Wanta see something cool?" Mac asked with a sly grin.