William Robert "Robin" Flynn's Story

William had gotten up and moving to the DWMA over an hour ago. He had moved into his three bedroom apartment over a week ago to settle in and personalize the place to make it feel at home. "Good thing I got my stuff settled." Robin said to himself as he moved through the streets towards the Academy's stairs. Sighing he walked to the stairs and started the long walk up the stairs.

"These stairs look like they go up forever. In the name o' the Lord who was the little pike that made these stairs to exhaust their students before reaching up the class anyway?!" he thought angrily as he walked towards the top and spotted several things, a young man trying to help a young woman with some books that looked a bit to heavy for her size and twin brothers in the shade, one taking a nap whilst the other was observing the people.

"No doubt about it, Im an oddball here, I'm probably the only man who may sound like I come from a Gaelic origin but In fact am an american with a Japanese born mother and an Irish Mechanic for a Pa." he thought. "Gonna have to try and tone me accent down to at least sound like someone from the Britain Isle."

He walked towards the entrance to the Academy, feeling a bit spooked that the front is an effigy of a skull with horns. "By Finn's sore thumb, That's a bit of a dandy there. Guess they don't call it Death Weapon Meister Academy for nothing without some...death theme." He muttered. He then looked to see the people he spotted heard him before walking a bit more. "Morrigan take me if I have to share the same classroom with these blokes." He thought.

Creed strolled through the doors of the Academy with a smile on his face, thinking about how things would turn out here, taking note of the guy who had been gawking at the entrance's grim decor.
{Irish, huh? Good, I won't be the only person with an odd accent.} He thought as he considered concealing his Spanish accent(from his years at the orphanage, the Matron was born and raised in Barcelona, and had taught him English when he was little), then shook off the idea. If that guy was going to walk around without hiding it, he wouldn't either. As he went through the halls, and got settled down in a classroom, not really paying attention to whether or not it was the RIGHT one(thankfully, it was), he pressed his left-hand fingers to his right shoulder and pulled them away, revealing the metal bass strings now attached to his fingers, giving them a quick strum once taut. Then, much in the way one would manipulate a puppet, he began pulling them out and in, making the notes he played change as his fingers slid along on the strings. While normally one would need an amplifier for making the sounds he was playing audible, his Anti-Demon Wavelength made them not only sound clear as day, but actually visible, as the soundwaves pulsed around him with different colors in time with the riffs he played. So what if he was new? He'd make the best of it, like everything else!

Having slept the last few minutes, Silver was the first to wake up. It was the urgent feeling to not be late that stirred the teen to wake. Feeling a heavy weight against his shoulder, looking over, he found that his brother was sleeping beside him against his shoulder. Despite the heat, Silver didn't push his brother aside he only smiled warmly and for a moment place his forehead against his brothers puff of hair. Letting out a sigh of relief, it seemed Silver had been dreaming, he felt he needed to reassure himself that Crimson was indeed beside him. With the feeling of loneliness passing, Silver lightly shook his brothers shoulder to wake him. "Aniki. Aniki, class is going to start." Crimson didn't seem all too phased by his brother and instead of waking only let out a grumble. "Five more minu-" Silver's smile grew a little more. "Aniki, your the one who said you didn't want to be late. Transform for me, I'll bring you to class." Silver wrapped his arms around his brother tightly, as Crimson grumbled something incomprehensible, but managed to get Crimson to comply. Once more in a flash of red, though more lazily it would seem, Crimson's body stretched out into a bolt of red light.

Placing his brother's weapon form on his side, after standing, Silver took in a deep breath. It seemed he would have to venture the halls on his own. It wasn't something he dreaded but it made him feel incredibly nervous. Mostly due to the thought that a Meister could approach him easily. Silver had long decided that it could only be crimson who could get the last word on who'd their partner will be. So it took him a moment to muster some courage before making a hasty sprint towards the school's entrance.

Running through the halls, passing through the steadily increasing swarm of students, Silver was doing his best not to brush into any one or even slow down. In the end, to Silver's point of view, things quickly became disastrous. It seemed someone stuck out their foot, which lightly tripped Silver as he ran. It wasn't something big, but just enough that Silver had to lean drastically forwards to catch his footing. He came to a halt when he caught himself, though his head came into contact, with what felt to be a leather jacket and a strong broad back. As if momentarily petrified, Silver didn't move, instead of pulling away Silver couldn't help but feel suddenly self winded. He couldn't believe that he had rammed into someone (even if it was just a light bump), the feeling made him distraught enough that he couldn't bare to look up. It felt as if he'd just suddenly headbutted the most dangerous bully in school and was about to receive a whooping for it. (despite not actually knowing whom he'd bumped into).

William was making his way to the classroom marked on a small piece of paper before sighing. "Would that I went to a normal college or somethin'." He muttered to himself. "I gotta get moving though before the bells signal class starting"

It was as he was doing so, he felt a very light bump on his back as if one was tripped and fell right into him. "Faith and Begorra!" He cried out. "That was unpleasant." he then muttered as he turned to look at the person who bumped into him. It was one of the two twins he saw outside the academy earlier.

"Well lad, you looked like you were in a big hurry to accidentally trip and fall. You okay though?" He asked in an honest and good voice. "William Robert Flynn, at yer service, but folks sometimes call me Robin." He then proceeded to dust him off from imaginary dust. "There we are, good as new. Next time look where your feet are as well. You never know what'll come trippin ya up."

He then turned around and proceeded to walk into his intended Classroom. "Now if You'll excuse me, I'm trying not to be late as well. See you around Laddie."

"A pain." The teacher pouted, clearly disappointed. "Though, there's still just a little bit of time left." She looked towards the door, whilst placing her right index finger on her chin. "Don't call me teacher." She spoke softly with a small tune. She had an idea, turning to the chalk board, with both hands she grabbed the chalk on the small edge and began to wildly race the chalk across the board. Unknowing to Creed that this time, the teacher had a gleam in her eye a small smirk across her lips. "It's Ms. Sproodles to the student body." She announced with a nod while her back still facing Creed. Whipping her hands off with the clean erasers, she looked up now at the chalk board, it covered in white chalk from one end to the other. Erasing only a small portion of the now white board, she then took the same eraser and a few chalk pieces and headed towards Creed. Placing the items on the desk adjacent to his, she then dashed towards the chalk board and began to clear the board with two other erasers.

After clearing the board, Ms. Sproodles turned her attention now to the door of her class. Carefully placing a chalk filled eraser at the top of the entrance, held in position by the door(So that it would drop onto the first person to enter hastily), she gave a cackle before dashing to a random seat with the second eraser in hand. "The day has just begun. Now be patient and be ready to be entertained, my little bird. Today, three people will be whiter then usual." Sitting patently, with a strait face, holding back the bubbly joy that had begun to slowly build within her.

Asher walked towards the building. The pile of knowledge (too bad it isn't Patchoul- *shot*) that Asher carried was a bit heavy. However, it didn't change the fact that the three were late, and so Asher sped up a bit, but still in walking speed. He wanted to make sure that he doesn't leave the other two behind. "Lu-Xun? That's odd. Your last name is phonetically identical to the name of a famous strategist in Chinese history." Asher heard the girl say.

Asher shrugged. "I'm not the least bit Chinese, and I don't know the guy. I might look him up later though..." As he neared the classroom, Asher turned around and looked at the silver-haired girl. "Anyway, what's your name?" He asked. Asher turns and pushes the door open with his foot, still trying to balance himself so he won't fall. A single eraser fell from above, making a plop sound as it hit the floor since Asher wasn't able to enter that fast with the pile of books. Hearing the noise, Asher moved the pile to see what fell, and knew exactly that it was the old trick in the book- place something on top of a doorway, and watch it fall upon the person who opens it. Asher glared at the class and the teacher, rather coldly. "You're gonna have to do better than that to prank me." He mutters as he looks for a seat among the giant stand.

The two twins stepped through the door, after the slim, silver haired, girl. Crimson was the first to step through the door, his brother followed after. Crimson's eyes quickly swept the class' surroundings, while Silver looked through the class trying to spot William from the group. It seemed that somehow they had made it before him. Maybe there's another class nearby? Silver wondered, pondering if he did have a second chance to apologize. His thoughts interrupted as Crimson hooked arms with his brother, ''Hey, Aniki, our Sensei!'' He nudged his twin brother as he pointed out Ms. Proodles with a quick motion of his head. Looking over Silver's eyes widened instantly but before he could make any more notes of his teacher's appearance he was tugged harshly along. Standing nearest to the middle of the room, Crimson unlocked his arm from his brothers, to give the teacher a proper bow, which Silver copied flawlessly. ''We will be in your care.'' Their voices overlapped in harmony, after they straightened up and moved closer to the edge of the class, giving the rest of the students a wide birth. Crimson didn't give any care in the world that they may have been a tinsy-bit late, though as Silver was going to bring up the subject, Crimson simply and promptly turned his head away from his brother before he could make a peep.

Looking now to the other students gathered in the room, Crimson held a criticizing stare to those who held the Meister badge. Feeling the cold shoulder vibe from his brother, mostly to the fact he may be a little over exited at the thought of being able to choose a Meister, Silver simply looked down to his feet. He knew and left the decision making to Crimson since long ago, after all he had no real choice. It was after a moment that something caught Silver's attention, though it wasn't the sudden play of music but something he caught in his peripherals.

Crimson was about to take a seat, his eyes still harsh as he gave the meister's in the room an uncomfortable stare. Instead of finding himself sitting on a nice leveled chair he could feel the warmth and quite oddly un-leveled lap of his brother instead. With out turning his head, Crimson stood back up after a long moments pause, ''Aniki?''-''Yes, Aniki?'' Silver gave a light squeak as he found him self sitting with a squinted look, he had taken the seat his brother had wanted, thus making sure his brother wouldn't sit on the sudden chalk filled eraser. ''...What are you sitting on?''-''Your chai-'' Before Silver could finish, Crimson had his brother by the shirt of his collar, lifting him onto his feet. With his head turned slightly, he had a look to see what his brother was up to. Having looked passed Silver's shoulder, he noticed a rather squished board eraser with chalk dust surrounding it. Pulling his brother against him, pulling the back of his brothers pants out with his other hand, he noticed it had been nicely whitened like a newly powdered baby.

Pushing Silver back down into the same seat, allowing the chalk to further whiten his brother's underside, Crimson turned to face the rest of the class about to let out an uproar. Much to his dismay and surprise he had become a bit too dumbfounded to yell at anyone. Just as sudden as he turned around, Crimson received a chalk filled eraser to the face by such an unsuspecting culprit. With a click and clack, as the wooden side of the thrown eraser hit the ground, crimson sat back down onto his brothers lap. For once in a long time, Crimson didn't know how to react to such an odd act of childish behavior coming from someone with such stature. ''Aniki?''-''Yes, Aniki?'' ''Did Sensei just hit me with that?'' -''Yes, Aniki.''

Ms. Proodles stood as if victory had been hers. A white fist lifted in the air, with one foot on a chair, her glass' gleaming in the room's light. She could forgive the three students who came walking in with loads of books but the twins, no, she couldn't find it in her to restrain herself. She stood there like that for a minute before then turning at the waist and pointing out too those who brought in the large amount of unnecessary books. ''You three!'' She wondered with a strict voice then slouched her shoulders as she couldn't comprehend as to why they needed to bring in so many books. ''You shouldn't bring in so many... unnecessary items.'' She gave them a raised curious brow, ''The school does have its own library. A Big one.''

Moving closer to the books, she peeked over some of the tittles and decided to let it pass for today. ''Any way, I'll let this slide. You do only need the bare minimum for this type of class you know.'' Peering over her shoulder, she began a mental head count of the students present. ''1.'' She noted aloud the missing number of students. ''Pity.'' She moved now towards Creed, reaching out she placed a finger against his nose, giving him a strict glare. ''Class has started. You may think I'm impressed by your half transformation dear Birdy, I have definitely heard better.'' She hadn't, mostly because she wasn't too fond of any particular music, she had no ear for it. Pulling her hand away, she'd left a white chalk finger print behind as she headed to the front of the class. ''Right, before we get on with the class, is there any one who isn't familiar with Demon weapons? Or on what a Meister does for Shibusen?''

"Unlike most, there are those who may have come without knowing." Ms. Sproodles gave a sturdy nod. "And there is no shame in that." She crossed her arms, her glass' catching the light once more. "After all this is an Academy." Ms. Sproodles gave another look over at her students. After a moment she gave a soft smile. I wonder how they'll progress. She wondered, they looked to be a promising bunch. Even so, she couldn't help but wonder were her last student had gone off too.

((Inevitable time Skip))

"That concludes today's class. I must admit, to have all our weapon students able to transform, (even if partially), I'm blessed!" Ms. Sproodles gave a light chuckle. Come on up and line up. I've got envelopes for every one. These have your allowance and dorm room number. I have been informed that one or two of you have an apartment in Death City, feel free to move into the dorms if you so wish. I'll see you all tomorrow, be a little early, okay?" She smiled motioning the students toward the neatly spread out envelopes, marked every ones names on them.

((Be free my writers, be free!))