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Soul Eater: Resonance of the Soul

Soul Eater: Resonance of the Soul

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Death Weapon Meister Academy, more commonly known as the DWMA, is home to Meisters and Weapons that are devoted to learning new combat techniques in order to rid the world of Kishin Souls and Witches alike.

1,208 readers have visited Soul Eater: Resonance of the Soul since Conductor created it.

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Introduction

UPDATE! LET IT BE KNOWN THAT THERE ARE OFFICIALLY NO SPOTS LEFT IN THIS RP!



A whole year has passed since Maka Albarn and company have triumphed over the Kishin Asura, and now a new year is starting at the DWMA, and that means more students, both weapons and meisters alike. With the threat of the Kishin gone but still looming, everyone in Death City seems to be fairly on edge. There have been rumors spreading of a new Kishin hailing from far West, but nobody has gained enough solid evidence to truly concern anyone.

"Welcome one and all to the Death Weapon Meister Academy, we hope to train you young weapons and meisters to be the best you can and someday grace Lord Death himself with a powerful Death Scythe. Train hard, make friends, and watch your back, for there is never a dull moment here in Death City."



-Character Skeleton- (Feel free to spice it up.)
Name:
Age:
Meister or Weapon:
Weapon Form: (If you are a weapon)
Partner: (To Be Determined)
Physical Description: (Feel free to use a picture, but an actual description is preferred.)
Misc. Info: (Put what you see fit here, Likes, Dislikes, etc.)
Brief History: (Does not have to be completed in order to submit the character, but I would like for it to be completed relatively close to the start of the RP)



-Pairs Thus Far-

Pair 1: Reserved for Renbokoji and Fygg

Pair 2: Reserved for ZaltFlash and Ashmotal

Pair 3: Reserved for afreerobin and C O S M I C

Toggle Rules

1: Please keep in mind that there will only be 4 pairs of weapons and meisters, myself included. The pairings will be either predetermined by the two roleplayers, or discussed in the OOC thread "General Conversation"

2: Keep it PG-13. If you want to curse and make sexy time take it to the PM's. However, if it is tasteful and you aren't just using any old excuse to drop the f-bomb then cursing will be tolerated.

3: No Godmodding. Duh!

4: Decisions will ultimately be made by me, but I encourage everyone to put in their opinion and they will all be taken into account. I want this roleplay to be as fun as it can be for everyone involved, so let's do our best.

5: Respect your fellow Roleplayers!!!

6: Please post at least once a week, and try to make it at least a couple of paragraphs, and be mindful about how often you post, give others a chance to catch up so everyone is on the same page.

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Character Portrait: Braum Noazaku Character Portrait: Caesar Jinx Character Portrait: Brinne Alakai Character Portrait: Elliot Tarnis
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Elliot Tarnis


The girls handshake was welcomed and Elliot smiled wide. 'Nice to meet a fellow meister! Normally I'm stuck with the hothead weapon!' She motioned to the boy behind who in turn gripped her head. 'Gee Caesar, you sound like Amanda.' Of course anyone who knew Elliot would know this was the highest complement you could get from her. She didn't compare many to her sister.

'As I was sa-' Her voice caught as she saw the girl was gone through it didn't faze her. She just shrugged, a smile still present. The girl looked busy if a but shy. Elliot made a mental note to get Brinne to laugh next she saw her.

Caesar went off again causing Elliot to gasp in mock hurt. 'How dare you sir?! I've been trained by Amanda Tarnis, the best meister to ever live! It isn't our fault we had no weapon.' A brief flash of saddness coursed through Elliot's eyes as she thought back to her sisters weapon and the boy she fawned over. Him leaving really stung her and Amanda. They were both counting on him to be a shoulder to lean on after their parents when missing. No to mention Elliot still couldn't get rid of the strange feeling she had whenever he was talked about, which wasn't very often as only she Amanda really knew him.

But Elliot couldn't afford to think about that. Instead she pointed an finger at Caesar and poked his chest. 'And what about you Mr. No Meister? Hmm? You've got a road ahead of you.' To anyone listening this may of sounded like the beginnings of a fight but really it was playfully banter.

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Braum was about to make conversation with one of the lovely female Meisters when Brinne ran out of the class. Without a word he stuffed his hands into his pockets and walked out to find Brinne. He looked around the large halls, a disappointed look on his face. He noticed Brinne coming out of the girls bathroom and decided instead of scolding her, he'd try and do something nice. So he walked into a group of female weapons and Meisters conversation and waved. He kept his voice low and whispered to the girls. "Hi, I am Braum lovely to meet you gorgeous ladies. My meister-" He turned and pointed to Brinne hoping she'd notice. "Is feeling a little nervous and she seems to get mad when I converse with ladies, so I would like to do something to make her feel better. Would you all mind playing along?"

A blue haired girl, with bangs that covered her left eye spoke up first. "D'aww that's sweet! Of course we will! What do you want us to do?" She whispered back at Braum.

Braum smiled like a big idiot and took her hand, shaking it violently. "Thank you, thank you! I want you to say really loudly, 'Hey cutie be my weapon, after all we connect so well!' Then i'll say something stupid and friendly sounding, yeah?"

All the girls laughed ,but the Blue haired girl nodded seriously. She sucked in a deep breath and said loud enough for the whole hallway to hear. "Oh my~ What a cutie! Please tell me you'll be my weapon! I can already feel the connection!" She giggled and winked at him.

Braum was blown away by her performance, but responded just as loudly. "Oh my, another compliment. Truly ladies i'd love to, but there's only one Meister for me here. She's dorky, easily made nervous, and throws up in the girls bathroom on the first day of school. She's still my meister, and it would be totally uncool to leave her! She's totally cute to." he leaned down and whispered to the girl. "Thank you so much, I owe you one."

She whispered back. "You owe me ten-" She stood back and made an indignant sound. "Fine! She must be really special if your turning ME down for Her!" She turned around and pouted.

Braum waved a hand and turned down the hall to face Brinne, a false look of surprise appeared. "Oh~ Brinne! Didn't see ya there, I was just uh...Never mind. How are ya feeling?" He moved to close the gap between them, the girls he talked to still giggling at him.

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Character Portrait: Cory Dunn Character Portrait: Elliot Tarnis Character Portrait: Salem Witch
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SALEM WITCH

Salem was mighty proud of herself, for what she had done was incredibly bold. No witch before was as bold as she and none ever would be. Without using an ounce of magic she was able to secure a young boy, but alas, he was not attractive in the least. However she had no idea she would attract another boy, about nineteen she’d say. Within seconds it seemed the skinny youngster was detached from her curvaceous body and was replaced with the teen that had done the detaching. He burrowed his lime green eyes into her witchy, cutesy, heart shaped soul and it gave her a trill inside. She chewed her bottom lip and her cheeks burned red for a second- not wanting to admit that this weapon, for she could tell he was a weapon, was absolutely, without a doubt, a first rate hottie.

Unlike the last boy, he was totally her type. Clean cut, incredibly handsome, well-shaped, toned, and looked very suave. His voice made her knees weak. Yet all of this she shook off and was defiant against getting the help of a weapon. She needed no weapon-certainly not. The very thought made her stomach twist in a knot. It was enough to make her grapes sour. Yet something about him magnetized her to him and besides, she really needed assistance. She would take his lead but hoped not to see him ever again. It just wasn’t fair that a weapon- the thing she so despised- be so godly. She tossed her hair to the side when he said,

“You are something else you know that?”

She wished he would have stopped there, she had such a witty, cocky reply but of course like a boorish, insensitive, discourteous little jerk he decided on telling her what she already knew. She knew very well that weapons slaughtered her kind for their own amusement. It sickened her. She loathed them. How she longed for them to disappear from existence or at least have the decency to respect all creatures as mortal beings. After all, witches are people too. Unfortunately for her she had not the grace of being allowed to speak back to him, he was very to-the-point, just like a brute. All weapons were like that to her, they seemed to have a chip on their shoulder and none more than he.

She tried to make idle chatter on the way there, just so she wouldn’t have to die in silence- she was a chatty person by nature- but he shut that down quickly. He was absolutely uncivil, a real pig-head. This boiled her over, it really did, but she remained lady like, and kept her arms crossed underneath her bosoms so that they peered out from her top to greet the hungry eyes of all the student body. She took pleasure in seeing their jaws drop, seeing their eyes watch her hips as they swung left and right, but she turned her nose upwards at all the harsh comments she got. She was a strong girl and didn’t cry much but the words they chose for her, the venomous words that were as strong as sticks and stones most assuredly, wounded her deeply.

They’ll get theirs. They’ll see. This was her thought, a butter thought, an almost evil thought. The slightly twisted part of her that was hidden somewhere deep down-only reserved for those that were too blind to see past what her blood-line dictated her to be. Her delicate gloved fingers curled around a loose strand of green hair until she was inside the large hallway of guillotines that lead into Lord Death’s office. She surveyed the area grimly. Gee, he sure knows how to make a witch feel welcome.
As she sauntered in, sparing no detail in making sure all her finest assets were showing while scoffing at the boy’s words, she put on her sweetest voice and charm that she had gained while being held in her posh abode as something of a little princess. Just when she was about to curtsy to his “majesty” she was stopped by the sound of his unusual, comedic voice which was followed suit by an even more laughable appearance. She had never seen the great and might Lord Death who ripped off the kishin’s skin and sealed him away; who took a thousand witches soul, who was the reaper to surpass all reapers in person. She only saw posters, pictures, and heard stories. Seeing him up close was a hell of a lot different.

It took all the lady in her to hold back the high-pitched laughter that bubbled like a brew inside of her. She let out a few choice snickers here and there-it was beyond her power, she could not hold it back. Lucky for her Lord Death did not seem to notice it. The Dolt, She thought insensitively, nearly scoffing inside her head. He was unbelievable, really, how could someone so foolish sounding and silly looking even have the name Lord Death. The title belonged to some hard-core, tattooed, towering symbol of monstrous power. She had heard, once, he was a fearsome looking thing that made the very soul of Eibon tremble. She chose to deny that now. What a hypocrite this made her, thing those who judged from outward appearances and yet she did it now.

As she was introduced she curtsied like a real proper lady of the court, deep and beautiful, with an innocent sprightliness to her. She added a jovial smile with flushed cheeks. All in all she was adorable, completely innocent looking. She knew that. He ushered out a slight threat, a threat of murderous intent. HA! If only she was nearly as insolent as the male, whose name was apparently Cory, then she would have laughed right in his face. He would not dare lay a hand on her. She would not allow it. Imagine how he would of looked, too, mercilessly butchering a timid, goodly witch who was dressed in pink. He would be taken for a Satanist, something more inhuman than he already was. A true death god. A monster. A kishin.

In fact, something about Cory rung as Kishin-ish. Maybe it was his cold distance, maybe it was his inconsiderate, brisk tone, or maybe it was his eyes which reflected no warmth, no kindness, no compassion….no soul. She refused to admit he was interesting. Refused. She was focused on the words that Lord Death had said. He was giving her a chance to explain herself. Of course he was, he could not refuse her. She was a cheerful little cherub for his sake and he would not say a direct no to a face as sweet as hers at least that’s what she thought. Though she detested the derogatory term of ‘witch’, she put up with it. Now was time to strut her stuff-to be poise and prim like she was taught in her aristocratic life before becoming a full time witch.

She stepped forward, hands behind her back with a little pout. Oh it was time, time for a sob story, time for battering of the eyelashes, time for crocodile tears and strained words of purity. She would become the child most confused her as, if only to make a good impression. She had long ago abandoned her wealth and prosperity that was much too stuffy for a lifestyle that was free and fabulous. Now she harkened back to it, using all the noble ladyship for which she was bestowed and courteousness, to win him over. She looked him right in his eye sockets.

“Please, Lord Death, hear my plea. I want nothing more than to see what life is like on the other side of the fence and live normally. I want to research you and find out how you live. If you can see it in your heart to let me be here, I promise not to use any of my witch powers unless I am in battle. My witch life brings nothing but trouble and hatred. It makes me cry at night. I want to understand, I want to live freely, I want acceptance. Can you give me the key to said acceptance? If not I will continue to sell flowers at my shop, flowers that you yourself use I see.”

It was almost incredible how well thought out this was, being that she had literally pulled it out of her round, perky behind. She nodded toward the vase of flowers sitting on Lord Death’s table at the end of her sentence with a jovial yet bashful beam on her lovely face. She watched as Lord Death seemed to genuinely think about his decision. If all failed Salem would be distraught for this would ruin all her plans of making merry mischief like the fox she was but it would not be too terribly bad. It would depress her for a bit but she would find something else to do-perhaps go shopping with Blair or something. Yet all her fears were dashed away when Lord Death gave her a simple,

“Yeah, Why not? After all I’m not some prude who lives in the past.”

She could have cried out with joy and danced right on the spot. Hell, she would have grabbed that sorry excuse for a weapon next to her and dance with him-but…but then Lord Death had to add something else, some provisos, some limitations, some rules. Sure he had some sympathy for her, and he had accepted a witch there once upon a time though that was a whole other story, but he refused to let her roam freely without rule. There was no way in hell he would do that. No sir. He interrupted her short-lived squeak of excitement with a serious tone but his chipper chirp of a voice.

“But-” Oh but how she started to spurn the word ‘but’ just then if she hadn’t already, “But you must get rid of that attire-it screams witch. You are a going to be a DWMA student now, you need to dress normal.”

Normal? Normal?! NORMAL?!! Who was he to talk about normal?! What a charlatan! Has he ever looked at himself in that mirror he uses so often? He was the entire opposite of normal. Everyone was. People who turned into weapons, other people who wielded them, demons, devils, death gods, kishin-All these had or were residing in his school at one point or another. How in the world was that to be called this mundane, over-used word called “normal”? Furthermore this was how she looked, was there a problem with the way she looked? Goodness but he was picky but alas, she had no say in the matter.

“Of course, whatever you like. Is there anything else?” She questioned, with a slight touch of annoyance hidden with strings of politeness laced in her wording.

“Sure do kiddo! Just one last thing before you are formally accepted, you need a weapon. I won’t hear any arguing about this, it’s a requirement. I have already chosen your weapon too, isn’t that great? Your new weapon will be Cody!”

Salem’s jaw almost reached the ground while her captivating plum colored eyes, which usually glowed with mirth and life, were devoid of any at the moment. They were round as dinner plates which left her with a shocked and crestfallen appearance. First he told her to change her wardrobe, then he was forcing her to take upon the very thing that she so detested, and then…then…then that weapon would be that unbearably icy boy who stood there, who had all but shut her out, who was so ill-mannered and unpleasant that it made her vomit- was to be her weapon?! She could of tore out her luxurious, long, long ivy locks and screamed bloody murder. It was too much too handle and suddenly what started out as just childlike tomfoolery, a little bit of fun and excitement, now turned into something much…much….much worse.

Her dreams suddenly became a nightmare and she had no way of escaping.

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Eileen Einzbern

Everyone had broken off into pairs or groups and begun talking amongst one another. There was one in particular being rather loud around a group of girls. Eileen smirked at him. He really didn't look like he had any game at all. One of those guys whose vision of beauty was a reflection in the mirror and tried to use that as his way of getting with girls. Still, she admired his charisma at least. Though she didn't bother getting up to talk to him or anyone else from that group just yet, she looked to Seiberg and shrugged. "So where's your partner at, Seiby? They late to orientation or something?" She knew that getting paired with him would mean a bookworm constantly getting on her about schoolwork and motivation and responsibility... things that she really wasn't very fond of. But she was kind of fond of this awkward weapon as a person. He talked funny and really seemed to have a lot of spunk. That naturally just made Eileen not dislike him. All-in-all, just based on first impressions, she wouldn't mind too much being paired with him if it came to it.

But finding someone lazy and more chill was certainly a better option.






Cory Dunn

Strangely enough, Cory wasn't surprised when Death had agreed to let Salem into the school. Over his time in DWMA, Cory learned that surprise was something that would lose touch when it came to Death. He was goofy and spontaneous when he wasn't enraged and that was exactly what Cory had come to expect. Especially with the witch's silver tongue and good manners when speaking to him, she had even managed to convince Cory enough to the point where he believed she bore no ill intent for the students at DWMA be that true or not.

What he didn't expect, however, was getting stuck with her as his meister. Part of him wanted to yell at Death, to refuse this partnership with everything he had. But... Cory had seen Death when he was upset and he had no intention of invoking his wrath. Reluctantly, Cory bowed his head, messy hair falling in his face. "As you wish, Death-sama. I will help her become an appropriate meister and fit in at the school to the best of my ability."

"Good! I trust you would, being one of the better students at this school. I would also like to note that weapons and meisters do live together, you know!" He said this more for Salem's sake than for Cory's. Cory knew what that was like. He had the best meister he thought he'd ever have years ago. He lived with her and her sister. They were like family to him, treated him like one of their own and always greeted him with a smile. The very thought made him melancholic... How long had it been since he knew the company of another person? Turning his gaze to the witch, her expression was much less jubilant and excited than it was a minute ago. He assumed that she was just as thrilled as he was to be paired together. He chuckled softly with a quick thought about the mighty and how they fall. "Of course, Death-sama. We'll be taking our leave, then."

Whether she followed him out or not, he left through the rows of torii back into the school. The instant he did, his vision flashed red again and his mind began to stir.
"Witch... weapon... meister... power... kish-"
The voices were interrupted as Cory tripped over something or other and fell on a knee. In any normal situation he might have been upset, but that broke the voices' hold on him... and he was actually quite grateful. Rising up, he noticed that by this point the witch was by him again. With a soft sigh, he ran his hand through his hair to reposition it properly before extending his other hand. "Cory Dunn. I am an experienced weapon whose meister abandoned me a few years ago. I have been without one since. Until now." He was going to be stuck with her now. He assumed it best to at least introduce himself. He couldn't say that he liked her yet, but he was at least going to try and be civil. "I will do my best to get you accustomed to life at DWMA and I'll put in my fair share of my work in our partnership." He made it a point not to say that it was nice to meet her or any other similar formality. For whatever reason, the Madness in him liked her. That was enough of a reason for him not to...

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Brinne Alakai


Brinne eyed Braum with a stern look from afar as he mingled with the group of girls, and the he did something way out of the ordinary. He pointed directly at her, in front of all these girls, and started telling them all of her flaws. Her face flushed red with a genuine anger. She marched toward them, pushing her glasses up with her index finger and wrinkling her brows. When she got up to him, she gripped his hand tightly and continued walking, pulling him along. "Of all the self-centered, inconsiderate, completely idiotic...!" She paused for a moment as the girl he was talking to smiled at her. She marched on with Braum in toe. "Beat it, hussy." She pulled Braum along until they rounded the corner, and she marched him on father still, not loosening her grip on his hand. "The very idea, are you trying to make this a living hell for me? Is that what you're doing? Don't even answer, I don't want to hear it right now."

Tears were streaming down her cheeks when she finally stopped in an empty hallway. She wheeled around to face him. "Braum, why? Why would you put that kind of pressure on me the first day here? Do you have any idea how hard all of this is for me? I'm not here to make friends, and I'm certainly not here to watch you play matchmaker with yourself. I'm here to learn the proper way to harness our power for the sake of Death City, and even the world. This isn't some high school where we can afford to laugh and have good times every day, did you hear what the professor said? People are going to die! Braum! People are going to lose their lives fighting for this school, and you're worried about the next girl whose going to have her boobs bouncing in your face. Well, I'm not like that, I'm more focused on learning what I need to learn in order to protect these people, our fellow students, our comrades."

She threw her arms around his waist and pressed herself against him, burying her face in his chest. "I've had nightmares about this academy Braum, about you, about me, and it's just been really hard for me, and I know it may seem like I'm overreacting but I can't help it. I'm excited but terrified at the same time, happy and sad, Nervous but raring to go. I'm so many conflicting things all at once, and I just need you to be my rock." She squeezed him tighter, sobbing into his shirt. 'I love you, so much.' she thought, finally admitting it to herself. 'I love you and I'm terrified to lose you..' It felt weird to be hearing it in her head, she had always known she was crushing on Braum, but it was never as overwhelming as it was now.

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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.

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Braum was a cool headed individual, most of the time. To be pulled aside, reprimanded, and then told to be a rock for doing a NICE thing? He frowned. He let her cry into his chest for a moment, but pry'd her off and stared down at her. "Listen Brinne, I didn't mean to put pressure on you." He let out a sigh and stared down at her. "People are going to die, and your going to have to deal with it. Its part of the job, dont be scared because people are going to die. If that scares you, you shouldn't be a miester. I am sorry, but thats how it is." Braum put his hands in his pockets and continued to stare at the girl. "So you had some bad dreams about me, and others dying? Its just a dream, nothing to worry about." He shook his head. "Seriously Brinne, what the heck is wrong with you? First day and your somehow stressing out, already yelling at me, crying into my shirt, and on top of that you blame it on a dream!"

Braum shook his head once more, his green eyes become cold. "You should go home. Cool down, and come back tomorrow. Whenever your ready, cause right now. I dont feel like I could rely on you, especially in this whole 'I am say cause people are gonnna die' State." He turned his back on his long time friend and looked at her over his shoulder. "When you get back your 'rock' will be waiting for you." He shook his head and continued walking, back to class. Braum was annoyed ,he tried to do something nice and SHE gets mad? What kinda idiot does that. 'What the hell is her problem?' He couldn't help but think as he increased the distance between them.

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Caesar rolled his eyes as he heard her go on about her sister again. She just loved to mention her. Caesar hadn't met her often but from what he's heard she's pretty good. She looked at the ground as she rambled on and looked at her slightly puzzled. "Don't tell me your actually upset about this now? Come on Elliot. You know we kid around all the time. Don't go off into your feelings."

He then paused as she pointed a finger at him and spoke of him having no meister. He glared at her and scoffed slightly while rolling his eyes. "Yeah so what? You always hang around me to much, people probably think your my meister. Anyway, you don't have a weapon so you can't talk about me!" He said while placing a finger on her forehead and poking her constantly. He stuck his tongue out and smirked.

"On another note, stop reminding me of your sister. She's cool and all but you gotta remember your not here. You should be worrying about making your own legacy and not reminding me of hers." He said while rolling his eyes. He had heard the mentions of her sister for so long, he almost knew the story perfectly.

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Brinne Alakai


Brinne couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her eyes were filled with tears as he spoke to her, like she was some sort of stranger, like she couldn't be trusted anymore. "Braum...I-" She begged, but was cut off as he turned away. He said something that sounded so derogatory it made her stomach turn. He simply shook his head and walked away. She held her hand out toward him as he disappeared around the corner. A lump made it's way into her throat. She collapsed on her knees and looked down into her hands. He had just turned his back on her and walked away, just like that.

It was like a mirror, being shattered, into a million tiny little pieces. Her eyelids sagged, and her hands fell to her sides, in that moment, she had lost control. She stood, wiping the tears from her eyes and pawing her hands on her sweater, which was stained with wet marks from her tears. She felt nothing, in that moment she could understand nothing, but everything became clear. She walked, slowly at first, toward the exit of the academy.

Once outside, she broke into a run. She ran as hard and as fast as her legs would carry her. She ran until it burned in her lungs for her to slow down, but it only made her run harder. She made it to her house in hardly any time at all. Her parents weren't home, and she didn't mind. They didn't need to be here for this. She ran upstairs into her room, and slammed the door behind her. She ripped her glasses off first, tossing at the wall with a crunching sound. She stripped down to her bra and underwear and stood in front of her body mirror that hung on the door of her closet. Her vision was slightly blurred from not having her glasses, but it didn't take away from the fact that she was disgusted with what she saw.

She cocked her fist back and punched the mirror, right where her face was reflected. The mirror cracked, but did not shatter. Now, she looked at a blurred image of herself, cracked and rippling along her head and shoulders. She traced her fingers along the scar that was on her neck, why couldn't she remember how it had gotten there? Images flashed through her mind of one of her nightmares, and she clasped her hand back to her side. Flinging the door to the closet open, she dug around for some clothes. She went with a black turtleneck to cover her scar, and pulled on some black pants. Just before she closed the door, she noticed a jacket that her mom had gotten her the previous year, that she had yet to wear. Snatching it out of the closet, she threw it on. After slipping her shoes back on and putting in her contact lenses, she made her way down into the living room. She went into the cabinet where she kept her personal things, and found her old mp3 player and a pair of large headphones that she never enjoyed. She grabbed those, and shoved the mp3 in her pocket, draping the headphones around her neck.

She entered the kitchen, where she gazed at the drawer where her mother kept her cigarettes. She ripped it open and snatched a pack, as well as a lighter. Tearing open the package, she popped one into her mouth, using the lighter to light the end, before taking a long drag. She inhaled and almost coughed. She had smoked some of her mom's cigarettes before, but she had never craved one, but now she did, for one reason or another.

Once outside, she debated on where to go and, ultimately, decided that heading back to school was her best course of action. She hadn't thought much since she ran out, and it was starting to pile up in her head all at once. 'He thinks I'm not ready, that I shouldn't be a weapon meister, that if I can't suck up my personal feelings in order to get shit done then I should just sit at home and braid my hair. I'll show him, I'll fuckin' show 'em all.'

She nearly threw herself back into the classroom where the freshman orientation was taking place. She could feel eyes on her, but luckily not for long, because it seemed as though the mingling aspect of the morning was still going on. She marched to the front desk, and nodded at the Professor. "Sorry for leaving like that, I got a little sick and had to go change my clothes. May I?" She pointed to the sign up sheet for weapon and meister, and Professor Mikail nodded, pushing it over to her with a pen. There was a list to write down pairings. Under one of the columns, she wrote her name under the 'Meister' category. She placed the pen back on the desk, offering the teacher a vague smile and slipped her headphones over her ears. She put her music on shuffle, and marched over to where Braum was sitting. She precariously placed herself in the seat next to him, not even bothering to look at him. "I left my weapon slot open for you, if you so choose. Although, in light of recent events, I'd understand if you didn't think I was the right choice. I'll find another, if that's the case." She turned the music up louder so she wouldn't be able to hear his response, and closed her eyes, tilting her head back and letting the music soothe her.

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'Go off into my feelings? Psh! She waved him off. 'I've got no time for that. I'm gonna be the second best meister to ever attend the DWMA!' Her grin only widened as he scoffed. 'Excuse me! I can get any weapon I want. Good luck getting one with your hothead buddy you have.'

Elliot was still grinning though it turned into something much more dangerous at the mention of her sister. 'I know I'm not Amanda. But remember I wanted this even before my parents left.'

That was also something about Elliot. She never said her parents disappeared. It was always that they left. She refused to that they disappeared. That meant they were more then likely dead and that was something Elliot would never ever admit to.

'I could get any weapon I want. Just watch.' She grinned cheekily and rushed over to a group of weapon. She butted in next to a red head and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. 'Greetings! Weapons right?' The boy looked uncomfortable and sent a pleading gaze to his fellow weapons. Some grinned in sympathy while others laughed. 'Um...yes we are. He stuttered out.

'Great! How'd you like to be my weapon?' The boy gave a chuckle and unrapped Elliot's arm from his shoulder. 'I'd love to...but uh...I can tell you're a very strong meister. I don't think I'm strong enough for you. As well as my friends.' The other weapons nodded along, some snickering behind their hand.

Elliot of course believed every word. 'Such a shame. Well, you'll get there one day!' She patted the weapon on the back causing him to stumble forward. Not thinking anything was wrong Elliot saluted the weapons, some of whom couldn't hold back their laughed anymore, and made her way back to Caesar.

'See Caesar? They wanted to be my weapon but they saw they would hold me back!' She laughed completely unware of the weapons who were now all laughing at the dimwitted meister who was too stupid to see they didn't want her.

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After Braum had made his way back to class he sat down in the furthest corner of the room. He didn't socialize with anyone for a long time, until some girl came up to him. She had short blonde hair and beautiful yellow eyes. She stood next to his table and smiled down at him. The first thing out of her perfectly plump lips was "Your a weird weapon, I can tell!" She giggled and stared at Braum.

Braum shook his head at her. "And your a weaponless meister? Or the other way around?" He tossed back at her, not feeling in the mood for conversing.

"Yikes, whats your problem?" She spat out. She looked away as a female voice seemed to call her name.

"Nothing, is my problem." He adjusted his position in his seat and sighed. Braum sat in silence, leaving himself to his thoughts. He rarely did this, so he liked to savor the time he did spend doing it. He thought about what Brinne had said, what if she was telling the truth? Bah what a bonehead! Braum you really goofed up this time! Goofed up something fierce! He thought angrily at himself. He grabbed his head and roughly ran his fingers through his hair. He shook his head to once more and after a while of sitting alone he got bored.

Braum was about to fall asleep due to boredom. He felt his vision unfocusing until Brinne charged her way into class. He watched her apologize, and sign her name. She walked over and sat down next to him. Her next words suprised Braum. "I left my weapon slot open for you, if you so choose. Although, in light of recent events, I'd understand if you didn't think I was the right choice. I'll find another, if that's the case." He looked at her, as she listened to music. He pat her on the head, then push on it lightly to use her to get to his own feet. He walked down to the paper and found Brinnes name. He looked at the Weapon Slot. He filled out his name nice and slow. Right next to Brinne. He walked back over and sat next to her. He didnt bother saying anything, just put his hand on her head as he normally did. He gave her a relieved smile.

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She was trapped…trapped in this relationship with this weapon that seemed to have a hatred of the world, trapped to live with him, and trapped to wield him. She sulked, wanting nothing more than to punch a hole through something. The very tip of her witch had begun to get blue- a sign showcasing her extreme depression. She wanted nothing to do with a weapons he only wanted a little fun and to study them,-what she said about that part at least was true, but this!? This was insane!

Had she but given it a second thought she would not have went through with her little plan and now she was stuck with him like sap to a tree. With her head held down she scooted away slowly, her signature red shoes scuffling across the floor like she was a zombified person who had just awoken from a long, peaceful slumber to realize “Oh shit, its school time.” She sighed ever so heavily, not bothering to show off her deep rooted frustration with this sudden change in her plans. On top of him being her weapon he would have to roam about her beautiful little floral boutique that doubled as her home. Her poor pink abode, being stunk up by the likes of…A weapon. How Disgusting!

It was enough to prune her grapes! She stamped her foot and briskly walked with her sights set straight on giving that Cody guy a piece of her mind. If he was going to be living in her home she would set down no ground rules and she would not have him treating her like he was as of recently. She only had patience for polite, easy-going, kind people. People with manners, people who spoke back to you; people who didn’t shove you off like you were a fly buzzing in their ears. She despised him more than any other weapon she had ever met in her entire life. Ever. Yet she could not deny the magnetism of the two of them, but if there was to be a magnet he was most assuredly the negative side. He suited not her perky, prim, prima-donna like attitude. Couldn’t she have gotten someone with a little more respect? At LEAST he could pretend to be more hospitable.

Even still, when he tried to be of some compliance and be a gentleman of sorts she could tell very well he was putting up with her, only bearing with her because the “oh so mighty” Shingami-Sama wanted him too. He held disdain for her and distaste for her type. Just like every other she met. He was being forced to hold out his hands, basically spitting out the ice cold words that he was trying to make sound civil. She wanted to smack his finely shaped arm away along with those horrid cuticles. He needed a serious manicure. Wait, why was she thinking about his nails? He was being an absolute pig! No, worse-A Boar. She would not have it…but as bad as he was, he was nothing in comparison to what was to come.

Suddenly and seemingly out of nowhere out pops these two tight-lipped, stuffed-shirts, arrogant little know-it-alls. They were both girls, and although Salem would not lie-The Meister was a beauty (though, internally she was cocky to say, “Not nearly as beautiful as me, of course”), she loathed the authority they thought they had over her. Every turn she got to speak they cut her off with volatile words of “do this” and “do that or else”, and when all was said and done Salem was apparently expected to be shoved into her first mission already, without much training or rest. She knew damned good and well it was because of what she was. That was always some sort of repercussion or expectation with being born a witch. At times, she was curious as to what would happen if she was mortal but then things would be a lot less fun.

Then they brusquely shoved in-between her with the utmost callousness toward her and then…then they shot the arrow that pierced her. ‘Witch’, she said, the one with yellow shades the color of mustard. Witch. That insulting term that limited her down to just her blood-line, to the bare basics. It was no better than calling a woman a ‘bay maker’. In fact, it felt just as appalling. She was much more than that, she had a name, past, a history, friends, a garden, a love for life….and yet they labeled her as if she was something to hold antipathy for, like she was someone who had burned their house and murdered their family.

Not all witches cackle, have warts, green faces, and try to “get you, my pretty”. Certainly not. Just as all humans were not all dictators who killed people or slave owners or-to be simple about it- wretched people. Some were, not all. Why witches weren't considered as moral as the rest? Because of how they once were? This was the 20th century; couldn't there be some le-way for her? She was innocent by all means. She never caused any fusses-save for today perhaps. Sure she was a lusty pervert and an undeniable flirt but she was not evil. She was pure, in some aspect; at least she was not capable of killing anyone. Sure she beat up a few people because they got on her rare bad side but never killed. Never.

“I have a name…” She whispered hoarsely underneath her breath, trying hard to fight back any tears that hadn't spilled in quiet some years, “I have a name…I’m not just a witch…My name is Salem! Salem you got that!” Her voice rose as with the anger bubbling inside of her, waiting to pour over and boil all those in her path.

When she was infuriated she did become violent, she became blind with rage. She was offended, she was hurt. She now apologized, of course internally, for thinking Cory was the worst the DWMA had to offer. He was a sweet-heart compared with the way these girls made her feel. Even though the halls were empty of the two tyrants, at least she same them as such, she screamed,

“MY NAME IS SALEM!!!”

She was certain that Cory was staring at her in some strange way or something. She didn’t give a shitake mushroom about him and his cold yet somehow attractive eyes. She looked back at him, giving him the iciest of looks, he could tell that somewhere behind her enchanting orchid orbs there was some darkness, some hidden evil, an evil she dared to ignore, an evil she swore she didn't have. Her look at him was much colder that his could have been at any moment and it remained that way, tainted with seething fury. How are they! If she weren't trying to uphold some kind of impression she would of back-handed them. She huffed out a heavy sigh while turning around and stomping away.

“Come on scythe boy,” She hissed between gritted teeth, using the pet name Blair used on Soul for him, though she did not mean it in a kind or loving or cutesy way. I they would use terms on her that would insult her pride then she would do the same. They deserved the same treatment.

‘But Your mother told you to treat people how you were treated,’ A small angelic voice sweetly said in her mind.

‘I don’t care what she thinks! My real mother abandoned me and the rich smothered me. They just used me as a replacement…what does she know?”

‘Still…she was very smart and kind. Perhaps it’s best to take her advice? Maybe you should be nice to that Cody kid. He could need a friend.’

‘He’s a weapon, if he wants a friend it should be another weapon…or a human…not…not…’

‘A witch?’

She didn't answer her thoughts, realizing the corner she backed herself up in. She was such a hypocrite at times. She really was, but at times she couldn't see that. She thought herself justified in her actions. She hoped Cory was following her, Death help him if he wasn't. She’d have a few choice, unlady like, words to say to him. Curse words-to be exact. When she got to her tea-pot shaped house it gave her no joy-nor did the fact that she had some fresh new flowers and crops growing. Nothing helped. Nothing assuaged her. The only thing to do was head to the one source that could silence her ration thoughts that tried to make her nice to the thing that she hated or to anyone at that moment.

He opened her fridge widely and pulled out a large bottle of Brietenbach-Strawberry Wine. What else would it be? She uncorked it and poured it into a white wine glass that was covered in glitter with little jeweled hearts on it. She shoved a strawberry onto the rim after dipping the rim into pink sea salt. She looked at Cory for he had indeed followed her in and was more than likely disgusted with the cute frills and pink glut everywhere, and gave him a quick bit of sympathy and a dash of her true pain.

“You know…I hate the DWMA. I hate what it does…what it stands for…I hate it, I think, more than weapons. More than you. I just hate people, ya know?”

She gave him no room to question as she downed the wine, trying to remain a lady before she trudged into her room to drink herself into a pit, still keeping in mind that she needed to be somewhere in four hours. Eh, I can make it on time. I can do it…but I’m going to be so drunk…heh, imagine the look on their ostentatious little faces then? Priceless.

She lay down on her plushy blush colored; very girl bed that looked as if it belonged to some pre-pubescent young pop star loving girl instead of a grown woman. Salem discarded the glass, no time for fancy properness, only time for drowning herself in her delicious bottle of wine. She would need to buy more because she was absolutely sure she would drink all of this one. Off went all her clothes and in the bottle went to her mouth, as she blared a surprising choice of music. Some type of rock, and with it her voice, her singing voice, captivating and exquisite, soothing and calm like a practiced singer of high-caliber, sang out;

“I said I don’t care whatcha think, as long as it’s about me. The rest of us can find happiness in misery…”

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Seiberg rubbed the back of his head, and let his vision wander away from Eileen. "Oh, my partner? Yeah, uh, they're late. Just late..." Seiberg's face kind of drooped a bit now. He began to realize that maybe not getting to know anyone before coming to DWMA wasn't the best idea. In fact, Seiberg had no idea who he might be able to pair with. Becoming an Autonomous Weapon isn't an option, seeing as he was a standing base.

Seiberg sat quietly in thought for a bit, kind of depressed, before he came to a realization. His only reliable option at the moment was Eileen, if she hadn't found a partner yet. It dismayed Seiberg knowing that he may have to work with a slacker, but there were some upsides. Eileen was kind, the fact that she came from England was definitely of interest, and as embarrassing as it was to think about, she definitely was 'easy on the eyes'. Sieberg began to blush with that last thought, but quickly shook it off before turning to his friend.

"Actually, I lied." Seiberg paused for dramatic effect. "Eileen, I have not decided on a partner yet because... I have no one to partner with. To tell the truth, I was never really one to make friends. Or companions. Or acquaintances. Or whatever else. I always spent all my time alone, with my face shoved into a book. At least, I did until today..." Seiberg stood up, and bowed his head to Eileen.

"Eileen, I know that we are very different people. I am a studious bookworm. You are, or so I have gathered, a bit 'aloof'. But, I ask of you with all the sincerity of my heart... Will you be my partner? It may be strange wielding me; I am, after all, a standing bass... But I believe that you have the potential to wield me well, and shape me into a real weapon; a Death Scythe."

At this point, Seiberg was beat red.

"So... How about it? Will you be my meister?"

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Brinne remained motionless as Braum patted her on the head, got up, went to sign his name, and came back and started petting her again. "You know, Braum, you were right..." She began, the music still bumping into her ears, so it was still impossible to hear if he was talking back to her. "I wasn't ready, not at first. I had to realize something, and that was that we aren't here to save people from dying, we're here to focus on becoming the best weapon/meister pair we can be, the only people we should care about dying are those we are going to hunt in the name of the DWMA, I had to let go of personal emotions and focus on the task at hand." She sat upright, moving her headphones from her ears to drape around her neck.

"I want to start training with you, today, after school. We have to start somewhere, and we aren't going to be able to start getting assignments until tomorrow at least, and we need to start getting prepared for what's out there. Sound good?" It was like she had taken on a whole different personality. She was the same, but different somehow. The music continued to play but the headphones remained around her neck. Her eyelids still sagged a little, and the stench of cigarettes was still on her breath.

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Eileen couldn't help but snicker at him once his little monologue was over. It wasn't out of cruelty or mocking but moreso out of amusement. Coupled with how he spoke, him going off on a tangent to explain exactly why he didn't have a partner amused her. With a sigh and a soft shake of the head, she placed a gauntleted hand on his shoulder with a soft smile. "Seiby, you don't have to lie to me and say you had a partner that was late. I wouldn't have thought any less of you. I think you're a real sweet guy. And while you're a bit of a book nerd, I feel like I can get along with you."

Looking Seiby over, he was a scrawny, immasculine bookworm who had probably never lifted a weight in his life. In her eyes, all he was missing was the trademarked taped glasses so stereotypical of a nerd of his caliber. She had probably only read a tiny percentage of the books he read in his entire life while she was training her body and traveling. The two seemed to be leading completely different lives with no real similarities (at least none that have shown), and yet she did feel some kind of connection between the two. As if they would just work well together. She could not begin to describe what made her feel that way, but she knew that she did.

With a shrug, she gave a rather amused expression. "Well, I do not have a partner yet. I do not even know anyone besides you. New kids troubles, am I right?" She paused to laugh before giving him another small smile. "A double bass, eh? Sounds a hell of a lot more original than a bloody scythe or a sword or something. I can't really say I enjoyed the thought of swinging around a big old scythe anyway..." She couldn't refuse a face that red if she tried. "Sure, Seiby. I'll happily be your meister. But if we're doing this, we're going to do it my way, you hear?"

Wait a second, was aloof supposed to be an insult?






Cory Dunn

It was just one thing after another in the life of Cory Dunn. His expectations for the day were just quickly turning into the exact opposite of what he originally thought. He had expected to go through another year without a meister. To just focus on his studies and get the hell out of DWMA while he could still pose no real threat. Maybe he would have taken up gardening to keep himself calm or began drinking herbal teas. There was no way he could have seen the events of this day coming. He guided a witch to see Death and then watched as she was made a student at DWMA... him being stuck as her weapon. In all honesty, he didn't care much for her. And that had nothing to do with being a witch. What he hated was that sense of entitlement she seemed to have. To have the gall to come into DWMA and demand to be a student while using those... sacks of chest meat as a bargaining tool. And on top of all of that, her presence seemed to stir the voices he had been trying to keep suppressed. Looking at her roused the Madness within him that he struggled to keep in check.

And on top of all of that, they were being forced on a mission with Death's personal lap dogs. They had no time to even practice or see if the witch had the capacity to even wield him. What exactly was Death planning? "What a bother..." He muttered as he stood up and watched the girls turn the corner. Only to have the witch now begin screaming her name at the girls. What was her problem? Regardless of what it was, her problems were now his problems now that they were partners. And as much as he dreaded it, he came to accept it. She could never compare to Amanda, never, but in the end she was probably better than no one. And if there was anyone he could anticipate to handle his Madness, it may as well be a witch. They were already magically inclined and powerful to begin with.

And with no real hesitation, he followed Salem back to her home. He stood outside of it with an uncomfortable pose once he arrived. Her house was literally a giant teapot. It seemed that the rumors about witches being quite... eccentric right down to where they lived was true. By the time he had followed her in, Salem had already begun hitting the wine. Was she even old enough to drink? She was a student... But in the end, he decided not to say anything about it. After all, he had committed the ultimate taboo amongst weapons. Who was he to get upset over a little alcohol? He had no real time to take in his surroundings before she went off on her mini-rant.

“You know…I hate the DWMA. I hate what it does…what it stands for…I hate it, I think, more than weapons. More than you. I just hate people, ya know?”

To an extent, he could sympathize with that. She was a witch. What reason would she have to actually like DWMA? It led him to wonder why she really joined DWMA in the first place. At this point it was obvious that she lied to Death to get in. Did she have some nefarious plot to destroy it from the inside-out?

"So what if she does? Don't you want to help her? Don't you want to destroy DWMA yourself? To watch it all burn and crumble before you, for taking your beloved Amanda away from you? Don't lie to yourself, kid. Take advantage of it. Let her have a taste of me. You two will get along just fiiine then... Fufufu..."

"Shut up! Get the hell out of my head!" He yelled with his ears covered by his hands, as if that somehow would stop that incessant nagging from the voice. It was so bad in here... He began wondering just how long he would have to deal with this voice. When would it go away? He knew the answer to that question... but he didn't want to admit it to himself. Looking around, Salem had already disappeared to her room and begun blasting some rock music. Through even the music's volume, her voice rang out like a bell. And much to his surprise, that agitating voice that commanded some much attention and seemed to feign manners was actually rather beautiful when it was used to sing.

Looking around, this place was rather sickening with the pink all over the place. Would some more subtle colors kill her? At least one white room would have been nice. As he explored, it was all just pink. There wasn't a single wall that wasn't pink, adorned with cute and often strawberry-themed knick-knacks, or both. Witches really were different creatures, that was for sure. But now that she had finally stopped talking, he had some business to tend to. A certain something he needed to get out of the way now before it became too late...

With a loud and rapid five knocks on her bedroom's door, he began yelling without waiting for the door to be answered. "Listen up! I don't wanna be called 'Scythe Boy.' That ain't my name, you hear?! I'm Cory Dunn! Get it memorized!" He paused a moment before sighing at himself. "I'll call you by your name, so you call me by mine. You got that, Salem?" He wasn't too great at the whole conversation thing. Manners, which she sought out so bullheadedly, seemed to be lost on this boy. And it wasn't that he didn't know how to use them. It was more that manners promoted kindness and a sense of fraternity, companionship. He was forced with her now, but that didn't mean he was ready to completely accept her. No, she'd need to earn that approval. As he probably would with her. It all felt like such a pain. Why couldn't Amanda have just stayed at DWMA? "We're both stuck with each other and neither of us is exactly elated about it. Can we at least just... Try not to loathe each other? I just want to make it to the end of the year and get out of here."

"Is that what you really want, boy? You just want to go and put yourself back in isolation? Why do you lie to yourself? You and I both know that you seek carnage... You seek destruction. Decay. Death. Just accept yourself. You'll be much happier..." A cackling accompanied the end of the voice's torment, but said nothing more. Cory held his head as if suddenly getting a headache as he tried to find a way to ignore the voice. He just waited on Salem to answer him.

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Hiriku Archid & Estabelle Grishaw


Back at their home, Hiriku dug through the fridge and cupboards for something to eat. Their home was nothing special, a second story, two bedroom apartment on the upper east side of Death City, rather close to the academy. They had little furnishings, just your standard stuff, couch, tv, computer desk, kitchen table, chairs, certainly nothing fancy. They spent little time here as it was, mostly for sleep as opposed to anything else, it's not like they ever had friends, or, Death forbid, guys over. No, it was just them, and they didn't mind a single shred.

After a few minutes of mindless rummaging, Hiriku settled on some leftovers from the take-out joint they had visited the previous night. "You gonna eat this?" She motioned at it and gazed over at Belle, who appeared to be getting ready for a shower. "Why would I eat your leftovers? I wasn't interested in them when they were fresh." She slung her towel around her shoulder and headed off to the bathroom. Hiriku shrugged, popping the lid off the container and shoving it into the microwave. She ate in silence on the couch, one leg folded over the other, shoving forkful, one after the other, into her mouth with little grace. Who cares? Nobody was around to criticize her on her 'etiquette'.

Belle stood in the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around her figure, and stared into the mirror, her hair was still wet from the shower, and the mirror itself was clouded from the heat. She gently ran a finger down the middle of the mirror, making a line of visibility. It was bugging her a little as to what was so bizarre about that witch, and that weapon. Both of them displayed some sort of...aura, that she couldn't quite explain. She tried to come up with an explanation as to why Lord Death would even consider allowing this to take place. After a few minutes she came up with nothing, so she got dressed, and headed out to join Hiriku.

They still had a fair chunk of time before they were supposed to meet up with the other two at the train station, and it was always a chore for them to find ways of killing time. Neither of them had any real hobbies, and they seldom had spare time to even have to figure out what to do with. In the end they decided to head into the city, just to waste what time they had. Gathering what little things they would need for their assignment, they headed out the door.

They wandered aimlessly around the city, not paying much attention to much of anything, just walking. After a long while they strayed into an area they weren't 100% familiar with, and eventually they stumbled upon a house that was...shaped like...a...teapot? "What, in the actual..." She paused, letting a smirk play across her lips as she looked to Belle, jamming a thumb in the direction of the house. "I've got a $100 says that witch lives here." Belle merely nodded in agreement, and covered her mouth with hand hand to avoid laughing out loud. They could hear music being blasted from the inside, some god awful rock and roll, it only made the house look funnier. "Sheesh, I knew there was a connection between the two, but the last thing I expected was for them to already be getting it on." She waved a hand dismissively towards the house and began walking away, sharing a laugh as they rounded the corner to their next destination, wherever that may be.

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Braum looked at her and shrugged. "After school? I dont got plans, so sure." He put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into a slight hug, their faces came close and he was able to smell the faint scent of smoke for just a quick moment. His face contorted and he pulled away. He had known that her mother smoked, but not her. From what Braum knew she hated smoking, so he wrote it off as his imagination. Braum looked about the class room.

Braum stared at his hand, could he really become a death scythe? He was hardly the most interesting weapon, and he was to cocky for his own good. He shook his head. He looked over at Brinne "I probably dont have what it takes to become a death scythe.."He stared at the ground, then looked at her. "Not without a good partner, so uh...Make us look good." He chuckled and smiled at the girl. He truly was looking forward to practice, so he could strut his stuff once more. He just wanted to look good for the ladies, and Brinne.

He noticed a group of super cute girls as they enter the room. "Now that were partners and stuff, and you dont have to worry about me being stolen or something, I guess I can go...That way?"He pointed to the girls as they talked in the front of the class room. His eyes on the middle one, the look in his eyes was one of a stupid greedy dog. It was almost like he was in a trance. "And uh...Mingle? Since were all best buds again." He chuckled nervously, not wanting to make her cry. He looked directly in her eyes with his bright green, lustful gaze that might have given off the wrong impression.

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Considered one of highest ranking 1-Star pairs in the Academy, they run personal errands for Lord Death.

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An OC Soul Eater witch who loves strawberries, gardening, and love.

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Caesar Jinx

"STOP TELLING ME TO STOP YELLING! Your ruinning my super determination speech!"

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"I have come to learn how to combat the forces of evil alongside my faithful partner! Well, if she ever stops slacking that is..."

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Brinne Alakai

"When you walk away, you don't hear me say, Please, oh baby, don't go."

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"They call me Braumicus the mighty!...No one calls me that except for Brinne that one time."

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'Time to fight!'

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An OC Soul Eater witch who loves strawberries, gardening, and love.

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Caesar Jinx

"STOP TELLING ME TO STOP YELLING! Your ruinning my super determination speech!"

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Hero Development (HD)

Considered one of highest ranking 1-Star pairs in the Academy, they run personal errands for Lord Death.

Character Portrait: Seiberg Ardane
Seiberg Ardane

"I have come to learn how to combat the forces of evil alongside my faithful partner! Well, if she ever stops slacking that is..."

Character Portrait: Brinne Alakai
Brinne Alakai

"When you walk away, you don't hear me say, Please, oh baby, don't go."

Character Portrait: Braum Noazaku
Braum Noazaku

"They call me Braumicus the mighty!...No one calls me that except for Brinne that one time."

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Elliot Tarnis

'Time to fight!'

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"They call me Braumicus the mighty!...No one calls me that except for Brinne that one time."

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Salem Witch

An OC Soul Eater witch who loves strawberries, gardening, and love.

Character Portrait: Elliot Tarnis
Elliot Tarnis

'Time to fight!'

Character Portrait: Seiberg Ardane
Seiberg Ardane

"I have come to learn how to combat the forces of evil alongside my faithful partner! Well, if she ever stops slacking that is..."

Character Portrait: Caesar Jinx
Caesar Jinx

"STOP TELLING ME TO STOP YELLING! Your ruinning my super determination speech!"

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Hero Development (HD)

Considered one of highest ranking 1-Star pairs in the Academy, they run personal errands for Lord Death.

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Brinne Alakai

"When you walk away, you don't hear me say, Please, oh baby, don't go."


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