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Cruz José Carlos-Bermúdez

"Si? Perdoname pero? Ah, sorry. I unintentionally go into Spanish, se."

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a character in “Soul Eater: Resonance Tales”, as played by KuruLesperance

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Name
Cruz José Carlos-Bermúdez

Age
14

Gender
Male, obviously. "Sí."


Role
Meister.


Weapon Form
"¿Qué no?"

Personality
Cruz is a gamer, through and through, as well as a programmer. This particular male could hack, install viruses, and all else into your computer if he really wanted to, but you know, he's decent. Being a computer geek has it's advantages. Often, Cruz is rather outgoing, and barely ever shy. He'll go right up to you and start talking, because, well, he's just your odd, friendly Spanish boy, though he's a bit malicious as well, so watch it. The male enjoys playing harmless pranks on people, just for shits and giggles, but he apologizes afterwards of course. He's still somewhat innocent, you know. Eh, barely.

Not to mention he's a bit flirtatious and feisty as well, though, he's not that bad, he's just odd like that. Quirks. Oddities, you get it? Usually he just gets feisty with people he knows; not ones he doesn't know because then that just feels awkward. So, I suppose you get the point: he's optimistic and energetic, though, gentle with young children and small people, and he always feels accomplished whenever he makes someone laugh or smile.

Quirks
He tends to say "se" at the end of some of his sentences.
Cruz twirls a piece of his hair sometimes.
When nervous, he starts panting.
He unintentionally speaks Spanish on some occasions, which is usually unexpected.
Cruz's bangs cover his left eye.
He looks a bit feminine for his age.
Cruz has a heavy Spanish accent.


Likes
    [* Games]
    [* Computers]
    [* Watermelon Popsicles]
    [* Animals]
    [* Snakes]

Dislikes
    [* Pain]
    [* Jerks]
    [* Bullies]
    [* Lemons]
    [* Paint Fumes]


History
{Don't worry, I don't think I'll bore you. Cruz was born from a surrogate mother, you see. The reason behind this is because he's a son of two men, Miguel and Antonio Bermúdez. Problem 1, all started in school. Teasing. Laughing. Getting put down, it all sucked. Why? Society. They judged him for having two fathers. No, this isn't really a sob story unlike some, but it is a problem. Predicament, that he goes through in fear of. Despite this, he doesn't mind calling them "mama" and "papa", because, really, Cruz doesn't give a flying churro about what people think about his upbringing.

'Tis true, all and all. Also, despite being 14, he still hasn't found a weapon, but that's alright. There's always this year!}

Motivation
{"People are like computers. They work, but after a long while, they break down. For now, I am going to work until the end, and until all my files are wiped out."}

Weapon/Meister Partner
{Add later if applicable.}

Theme Song
We No Speak Americano

Other
{Definitely Mifune.}

So begins...

Cruz José Carlos-Bermúdez's Story

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Lord Death stood in the Death Room, humming an upbeat tune as he thought to himself. It was the first day of the school year! New students, starting their journey to becoming the great heroes of the world! It made the Reaper giddy to think of all the good his school was doing. He knew that at the moment, weapons and Meister who didn't yet have partners would be milling around the courtyard, building relationships and partnerships. Ah, young heroes! They knew what they had to do. Finding a partner was like a turning point in a young weapon or meister's life. The Reaper kept humming. What an adventure they had in store for them!

~~

Ena frowned as she paced about the courtyard, dodging other students as they milled about, chatting or wandering around or whatever. She knew she should be getting around to find a weapon but... she was worried. Worried about her father and grandmother, who she'd left at home less than an hour before. She'd been there for them all summer, but now? She was worried about how they'd get along while she was at school. Of course, she always came home in the evening, but what if something happened when she wasn't there? An elderly woman and a paraplegic alone together? In a house full of potentially harmful objects? Ena stopped pacing and turned. She lifted her leg and planted a boot-clad foot on a railing and looked out over Death City. She tugged on her headband once and blinked. A smile spread across her face. Why was she so worried? That paraplegic was an ex-cop! And that old woman was a complete badass! Why was she worried? Ena laughed to herself. Today was gonna kick ass. 

~~

Hanan looked up at the large, magnificent school. Death Weapon Meister Academy. The DWMA. Despite the fact that he was very excited about his new school, his face was emotionless as ever. He took a couple steps into the courtyard, almost pushed over by some students running around like wild animals. Oh dear. What fun this would be. He pulled his hat down farther on his head and straightened his golden "Meister" tag. He looked around. So many people... His eyes widened. What if the ghost had stalked him all the way to school? Shivering slightly, he yanked on the side of his hat for comfort and weaved through the crowd of students, looking for a place to hide. 

~~

Little Nin sat in front of the mirror. Except, she didn't see her reflection. This was no ordinary mirror. With it, (and Maki-sama's permission, of course) she could see anywhere she wanted. Well, there was a catch. Now, she was gazing at the DWMA from a bird's eye view. Well, that was the catch of the mirror. It only saw what the bird saw. At this moment, a raven was flying around the school, feeding the view back to the mirror, back to Nin. 

Everything seemed normal at the school. Nin rose from her position of kneeling on a pillow and set off, dancing about the ginormous castle, leaving flower petals behind her bare footsteps. After almost getting lost at least twice, she ended up at the door to Maki's room. It opened before her, as though welcoming her in. It was a large, dark room. It was so high, Nin couldn't see the ceiling. At the far end, in a large, ornate bed, sitting cross-legged, was the witch. As Nin made her way to Maki, the older witch spoke to her. 

"So, Nin, anything of interest?"

Nin kneeled at the foot of the bed and shook her head, whipping her dark hair about. "Nope. Everything looks normal, Maki-sama."

The witch nodded. "Very well. Thank you, Nin. Now run along while I do some thinking." 

As the little girl nodded and left, Maki looked up into the shadowy top of the room. She had a plan. But it wasn't yet solid...

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"Lo siento!"

A surprisingly small, Spanish boy made his way through the crowd in the courtyard, plump tan lips twitching in slight annoyance. Just how many people were here? It was ridiculous, and he had to say sorry to a kid he accidentally bumped into. Constantly apologizing in Spanish; and he didn't even realize it. It's hard getting used to another language when you're too used to your main one. Cruz inhaled in relief when he found a bench and he immediately sat down, leaning back and running a hand through his chestnut brown hair, which oddly, covered his left eye. The male's dark brown gaze shifted, taking in the appearance of the other students, his "Meister" tag clipped to his red tanktop. He didn't wear anything too fancy; cargo shorts, tank top, and red converse shoes. How simple is that?

His chest rose up and down gently as he tried to relax, one eye closed and the other cracked open just a bit. So many people; all the body heat, it was unbearable, as well as the sun beating down on you it was like loosing your breath, and considering he was nervous enough, it piled on. Soft, quick breaths came out of his mouth; a habit when he was anxious: panting. It wouldn't get this hot in the country of passion; Spain, so he wasn't necessarily used to it.

Man, he could go for a watermelon popsicle right about now.

Eye looking around, he sighed. How was he supposed to find a weapon? The male always felt weird when trying to find one; he felt kind of shy, for once! Groaning, he saw some boy flirting with a rather skittish one with a hat. The Spanish boy shook his head slowly, as if he'd ever get a meister acting like that.

A soft hand tapping against the bench, he kind of hung his head. This is humiliating, just sitting here, doing nothing. He should be up finding a weapon, being the usual cheery Spanish male he is. "What's wrong with me, se." Cruz murmured, thinking to himself. GET UP AND TALK TO SOMEONE. LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO, KID. He yelled at himself in his mind, which in reaction, made him chuckle a bit. It was hard to be cold to himself, it felt awkward.

Oh well, maybe someone would come along, perhaps. Who knows? The DWMA is absolutely unpredictable!

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Completely discarded by the first Meister he tried, December let scarlet eyes slide over the crowd, thinking hard about his approach to the next one. He really needed a Meister this year. His eyes found themselves resting on a young tan boy sitting on a bench not far off. From the wet cat expression, his face jumped into its usual flirty smile. The tan boy's eyes had been on him for a fleeting moment and that was enough to show the slightest bit of interest. Gaze moving up and down the boy's form, December slowly slipped forward.
"Hey kid. You're a looker. Spanish? It's pretty cute on you," he purred. His smirk slid into a wink for a moment.
"I'm a weapon, you're a Meister. What do you say we try each other on for size?"



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Omega looked up, nervous and slightly startled by the person who was suddenly talking to him. His yellow-green eyes slid up the boy's form and then down it again. Chubby, but it wasn't gross. He nodded silently, silencing the cynical voices in his head.
"This years weapons are all about swords. There isn't gonna be a whole lotta variety at this rate..."
Omega almost pointed out that he wasn't a sword, and was a weapon, but bit his tongue and continued trying to survey the boy who'd sat next to him. He pulled nervously on his fingers as he looked at the "Meister" tag. Oh. Well, then. Perhaps if he got to know this guy a bit better, he could end up being Omega's meister.
"I'm Omega Magnum. Winchester Model 88 Rifle. I shoot best from the hip but I function from the shoulder as well," he said with a swift nod.
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Unpredictable, as said.

Okay, so Cruz wasn't expecting this kid, and from his words, he couldn't help but let a small, visible blush rise to his tan, high cheeks. Damn it, falling into the trap, but he had to give this hard thought, though in reaction, he spouted out something in Spanish from shock. "Q-Qué?" Shaking his head, he rose a hand in front of his face towards the other male and sighed. "Sorry. A-Anyways, uh.." Really, he was at a loss for words. How can Spanish look "cute" on him? That's a bit odd. Maybe it was his heavy accent? Who knows!

Though he felt a small ounce of sympathy. Because of this kid's flirting, no one really seems to go up to him that often and ask "hey want to be my weapon"? He probably wouldn't find one, unless they're nice enough to accept his feisty exterior. Standing up, he smiled ever so slightly. "How about this: we get to know each other better, by hanging out perhaps, and I'll tell you when I feel like I'm ready that I want to be your meister, because you know, no one really seems to be talking to you, and when you do, they seem to just walk away, and because I'm generally a nice person, I'll accept that. What do you say, se?" The Spanish male asked, extending a soft hand for the other male to shake. What situation was he getting into?!

Ah, well. No charge for the friendliness, heh. Though, Cruz was curious to figure out this kid, what he was actually like, unless this is the "actual" him. He took a couple of looks at him, up and down, to take in his whole appearance. Hm, he seemed interesting enough.

This school year might just be decent.

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Roland sighed. No one had talked to him. He figured that was okay, though. He just wanted to find someone he could weild, but if he didn't, that was okay, too. He honestly just wanted friends. He sat down at the edge of the courtyard and began people watching for someone who might be interesting enough to catch his attention. Instead he slipped slowly into a daydream where he met a weapon. A giant scythe with wings carved into its blade and a mean glint at its tip. Pure white. A weapon of justice. He smiled as he slid out of the dream, half intentionally, half just with the description done. He relaxed, watching all of the Meisters and Weapons, the tensions growing and relief flooding some as they found their perfect partners.



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December's eyes grew wide. This was the first time in a very, very long time anyone had reacted to his flirting by blushing. Let alone a boy. His interest suddenly piqued. This kid was going to be his next challenge.
"How about this: we get to know each other better, by hanging out perhaps, and I'll tell you when I feel like I'm ready that I want to be your meister, because you know, no one really seems to be talking to you, and when you do, they seem to just walk away, and because I'm generally a nice person, I'll accept that. What do you say, se?" December blinked. Then blinked again. He kind of had the intense urge to hug Cruz for being so brutally honest. And obviously adorable. He gave the boy a genuine, non-flirtacious smile.
"Yeah. I... I'd like that, actually," he said, voice slipping out of his usual suggestive purr. He smiled softly at Cruz.
"My name is Nikolai December. You can call me December if you want," at this point his voice fell back into the purr, "Or babe. Whichever you prefer, cutie." One more signature wink.



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Omega smiled softly at Gunnar's enthusiasm. He hadn't had the luck to yet find a gun enthusiast, but if this boy was the one he was looking for, he was psyched to start training with him as soon as possible. As a weapon who had trained his whole life to match his Soul Wavelength to almost any Meister, stories, personalities, didn't matter to him. It was simply his skill and Gunnar's if Gunnar was interested in pairing up.
"...sorry, I can get ahead of myself when guns are the topic of discussion. So, what's your story, Omega? Looks like we could potentially be good partners, so maybe we should get to know each other a little!"
"Story? Born and raised a weapon. Simple as that. I can shoot however far you can shoot me. My potential is theoretically only limited in the sense that my future Meister's might be," Omega allowed a faint smile, "What's your story, Gunnar?"

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The male tilted his head, the soft smile staying plastered to his tan face, the blush only growing darker. Well, he was going to have to get used to this. "That's great. I'm glad." He watched the male's movements, his reaction to his words, everything, and he could tell he actually seemed like a very nice person, despite his flirtatious act. Brushing a bit of his black locks away from his "uncovered" eye so-to-speak, he let out a small sigh, probably from contentment. Why? He felt less anxious, and his panting stopped as well. He found someone he could talk to, so, he was to say the least, satisfied.

"I'm Cruz José Carlos-Bermúdez. Long, right? Just feel free to call me Cruz, or, well, whatever you think fits." He nodded his head once quietly, and he felt his cheeks burn when the male called him a "cutie" and said to call him "babe" if he wanted. Still not used to it. Still not used to it! Though, time will progress, of course. "Q-Que? Ohn, g-gracias." Damn it! It slipped again. FFFFFF-

Gradually, his cheeks became scarlet: compare them to a batch of recently bloomed roses. Embarrassment, and all else. Cheeks puffing out in almost a pout-like way, he murmured. "Sorry. That happens a lot, so, um, s-se..." God damn it. Okay, right now he really sucked with trying to talk. "Se se se se se se." The male muttered quickly under his breath, trying to think straight. Pfft, he really sucked right now.

That is, until his phone went off, and it scared the living shit out of the poor kid. Instantaneously, he flinched and stumbled forwards rather clumsily, grabbing onto December's arm to keep himself up. Once the boy was situated, he fished out his phone from his pocket and fumbled it for at least 5 seconds before finally looking at it. It was a text from his "mama", Miguel.

"Hope you're having a good morning. YOUR WEAPON BETTER BE A NICE BOY OR GIRL OR I'M GOING TO KICK THEIR ASS! ~Ti Amo, Miguel

Closing his phone, the blushing only further increased furiously. "He's a bit out of the ordinary. A-Anyways, um..uh..s-se..let's talk, s-shall we?" Taking a deep breath, he sighed. "Well, I'll go first, then you tell me about yourself a bit. You already know my name, so, that's one part. I'm the son of two men, Miguel and Antonio Bermúdez. Surrogate mother; I've never met her though, but that's okay. One is not, unfortunately, a Death Scythe as of now. Miguel is the weapon, and Antonio is the meister. Miguel is a pair of double bladed daggers; you know, kind of like claws, since they prefer close-combat. Heh, I use to be teased in school though for having two fathers, but that's okay. I still like everyone.

For a long while, I lived in Valencia, Spain, then moved to Barcelona. No matter where we moved to, we were in Spain nevertheless. It was cool there, a lot of the people where nice and the food tastes good. No wonder why I love a lot of spice, heh," he said, rubbing the back of his head, "well, moving on now, I don't want to tell my freaking life story. I'm a gamer. I love video games, anything to do with computers. I like hacking, programming, I suppose it's because my mind is a bit vast and wandering so I become curious. Oh, by the way, I really love Watermelon popsicles, se. They taste good." Cruz began rubbing the back of his neck, lips twitching into the fraction of a small smile.

"How about you?"

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December blinked again, then licked his lips. It was weird that this boy seemed so pleased to be talking to him. It made him a little less tense under all of that fear of not finding a Meister this year, too. He was relaxing a bit under his bad boy persona and more into the conveniently easy to have friendly type of flirting he almost preferred.
That was the thing, he thought, about himself. He was easy. That was the idea. If someone wanted him, they'd take him. They could. They could have him. But no one had yet wanted him, as a Weapon or as a man. Which was okay, but for now he'd continue making it painfully obvious he was easy to have.
He looked at Cruz. He hated to admit it, but December did actually think the kid was cute. The heavy sinking feeling filled his chest. Actually thinking people were cute was not something that December was used to, and he was certain that, in the end it wouldn't, most likely, turn out well. Still, the thick Spanish accent and the tendency to slip into Spanish, which he knew a relatively extensive amount of due to previous schooling, was exotically adorable.
December was a little startled himself when Cruz grabbed his arm, but it was almost a feeling of acceptance, he thought. The touch. The trust enough to touch someone who'd been flirting so hard with the person allowing the touch. He tentatively drew himself a tiny bit closer to Cruz, reading the text over his shoulder. Oh. Over-protective daddy. Better be careful.
He smiled, though, as Cruz launched into the story about his life. He immediately perked up when Cruz said he had two fathers. He didn't care that December would flirt with guys. He obviously hadn't anyway; he'd been blushing, but all the same. He had to be pretty open minded.
Comfortable with this boy, he smiled along with the story a bit, licking his lips again as he watched Cruz.
"Me? My story? My mum's a death scythe, my dad's a weapon. Grew up in a busy household in and out of Europe on business with my mother after my father decided to spend less time at home and more with his Meister. I lived in Spain for a few weeks before moving on when I was twelve or so. Mostly in and out of the United States, though. Simple as that."
December scowled, his dislike for talking about himself surfacing a little. He'd much rather talk about the cute thing in front of him.
"I'm not a gamer but I'm a little bit of a closet nerd. That's all there is to know about me, hun," he said, smirk returning. He leaned in closer.
"So. Do you want to be my Meister then, cutie-pie?"



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Omega's smile grew in response to Gunnar's words. He nodded. He liked the optimistic look on this guy. Not naive, but optimistic. Right to the point, too, with no deceit. He liked this guy a lot. Gunnar would make a great Meister if he was willing. Omega gave an appreciative smile, nodding at Gunnar's story and then his story about his fluke with the sparrow.
"Best I've shot on target was about three hundred yards, but I've never had a skilled gunsman shoot me, so I presume you can do better than that."He gave Gunnar more of a gentle smile. He felt strangely comfortable around Gunnar already. Relieved he'd found someone passionate about his kind of weapon. Relieved all he'd been waiting and praying for had been answered.
"If you're asking if I'm already partnered with someone, I'm definitely not. I assume from your previous statements you aren't, either."

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The small Spanish boy had to kind of rise his chin a bit to be able to look up at the male all the way, he was a bit small for his age, which of course made him look feminine, nevertheless he still had the body tone, face, actions, of a male. Listening intently, and attentively, to the male's back story, his lips shifted to a small frown when the other male scowled. "Oh, I'm sorry! Did I do something to trigger a bad memory or something?" Cruz asked, though his expression just went blank when he was smirking again, as expected.

What caught his eye though was the fact he kept licking his lips. Kind of odd, but we all have our quirks and oddities, so it was only normal. He'd have to get used to it and not think the kid is going to turn cannibalistic and eat him.

Nah, that's unrealistic.

Sighing, he put his palm in front of the other male's face, as if stopping him. "Hold it, lover boy." Cruz had to give this hard thought, in which he did. Well, he's advanced: he could think hard thoughts quick, if that made any sense at all. The male's brown eyes bored right into December, staring at him for what seemed like an eternity, when it was actually only a couple of minutes. Cheery, brown eyes gazed at flirtatious amber ones in deep thought. Cruz was contemplating in his head; should I or should I not? Let's start with pros and cons.

Pros: he seems nice enough. Cruz could deal with his feisty attitude. Why the hell am I making this list? It's rhetorical.

Raising a tan, soft hand, he gently touched the other male's shoulder for reassurance; for himself and him if needed. The soft smile turned into a full blown grin, fluttering feminine eyelashes to close them with one of those lively, "close eyed grins". "Amigo, what do you expect?" He asked, cracking open an eye. "Do you honestly think I'd say no?"

Cruz opened both of his eyes and continued with his goofy grin, punching the other male gently, and playfully, in the shoulder. "Come on. Just out of curiosity, so I know what to expect, what weapon are you? Afterwards, we'll try out some open space to resonate, see if we're good for each other. I bet we will be, though. At least, I hope so. Eh, I'm babbling, se." He chuckled softly. Taking another look at the male, he had a feeling it will be an interesting year. Maybe not decent, maybe not horrible, but...

nevertheless interesting.

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Rory beamed when he saw Remi. His smile relaxed into a more comfortable one, though, as his eyes slid over Remi. Small. Terrified. So easy to protect if he needed protecting. And he had a Weapon tag, too. That was good news. Maybe they could talk about becoming Meister and Weapon. He seemed so childish, Remi did. It was adorable. Rory kind of just wanted to hug him and mother him and make sure he was okay and fed and knew that nothing in the world could harm him if Rory was weilding him.
"Oh, hi! I'm Rory. You're a weapon, huh?" Rory chirped, moving over to face Remi more properly, crouching in front of him, voice only a little muffled by the fluff in front of his mouth. His fingers found his Meister tag and held it out, stretching his parka out a little to pull it toward Remi. He gave a dazed smile.



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Relief flooded December's veins as Cruz basically told him it would work out. He fought back the urge to let little quivers of relief travel through his body, and tried to stand straight and tall, tilting his head down a little to look at Cruz. A gentle punch to his shoulder reinforced the friendship which would inevitably grow, but December forced himself to acknowledge that friendship was okay between a weapon and meister. There was no one Cruz was dragging him away from and they'd need to be loyal to one another if they were going to be the best weapon/meister pair they could be. As well as the fact that sticking around Cruz meant he'd have more flirting opportunities.
"Come on. Just out of curiosity, so I know what to expect, what weapon are you? Afterwards, we'll try out some open space to resonate, see if we're good for each other. I bet we will be, though. At least, I hope so. Eh, I'm babbling, se."
December squirmed and smiled.
"Hook sword. Scorpiontail hooks and sharp cross guard for easier stabbing," December smirked, a little proud of himself, "Your babbling is cute, don't stop."

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Cruz smiled softly, a reassuring smile, comforting perhaps; to show that he isn't very worried or uncomfortable about the situation. Now, Cruz can act a lot like Nikolai at times; he himself can be just as flirtatious if he really wanted to; but that only shows when he's with a friend or friends, that's the only bit of difference. Twirling a piece of his hair, he thought.

"Hook sword, si? That sounds pretty awesome." The 14 year old boy decided to do some flirting of his own; though by the joking, goofy smile on his face, it was hardly believable. "Hm, that's all there is to know about you, eh? I wish I could know a little bit more." He said with a wink, but nearly afterwards, he burst out into a hearty, small laughing fit. "Oh god! I can't do it! H-How-I mean, like, how do you do that with such ease? I mean, I only flirt with someone I know so well and for a couple of days at the least. It feels so awkward!"

Proven by the blush growing thicker and thicker on his cheeks: the blush from the previous comments weren't helping at all either.

Quieting down to a giggle, he leaned over to grab his bag, popping a watermelon candy into his mouth and grabbing his pair of headphones, wrapping them around his neck. They were so bulky and large, it almost covered his whole throat. "Honestly I don't even think we have to resonate, if our wavelengths are already this connected, but to make sure, I want you to turn into your weapon form for me, but not right now. It's too crowded over here. Come with me."

Snatching up his bag and throwing it over his shoulder, he gently grabbed the other male's hand and walked, unintentionally apologizing in Spanish to people he ran into. Oh the glory; and he still didn't realize it. He lead him to a part of the courtyard that was less crowded; and were it was actually a bit cooler since there was less body heat. Stopping, he smiled. "Whenever you're ready, just transform."

Quickly flipping out his phone, his hands flew over the flip-out keyboard: he typed extremely fast, or rather, text, because of his love for computers and typing. "Si. Found one. You shouldn't be so worried, he's a nice guy! Don't scare him away, okay? ~Ti Amo, Cruz"

Throwing his phone into his bag, he smiled, his heart thumping in his chest from anticipation and silent excitement.

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Character Portrait: Omega Magnum Character Portrait: Nikolai December Character Portrait: Cruz José Carlos-Bermúdez Character Portrait: Remi Rasmey Character Portrait: Gunnar Remington Character Portrait: Roland "Rory" Devonshire
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Rory gave Remi a relaxed, comforting smile, trying his hardest not to slip into a dream as he relaxed himself further. He forced the dream away as it presented itself in the front of his mind and instead watched Remi flip out. It was almost comical. Childish. Rory just kind of wanted to squeeze all the scared out of him. But things didn't work that way. So Rory decided that it would become his mission to mother all of the scared out of him. It was that simple.
"I don't want to hurt you! I don't want to hurt anyone. I want to make sure everyone's safe so I know who to fight for," Rory said, beaming, although his lips probably weren't visible through the parka, it was likely the smile was visible in his eyes.



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December chuckled at Cruz' attempt at flirting. It was a style you slipped in and out of, not one you forced. It was adorable, the way that Cruz tried, though, with an almost-innocent beam on his face and a wink following. He grinned and winked back.
"Practice makes perfect, babe. You just throw away inhibitions and go for it," December punctuated with a return wink, "Your cheeks are pretty red. I must be doing my job right."
The topic switched to logistics of weapon weilding and December tried his best not to tune out. The boring stuff always lost his focus, but he figured if Cruz was going to be his Meister it was best if he did have a feel for his weapon form. He watched Cruz' face as he apologized, dragged December through the crowd. It was cute, that was all there was to it. After Cruz finished his text, which December didn't find the nosy inspiration to look at, December grabbed his right hand and concentrated for an instant, before sliding into weapon form, the two hooks on his blade gleaming, menacing, in the sun.



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Omega gave a tiny smile at Gunnar's enthusiasm. This was definitely the right Meister for him. Outgoing, but not naive. He didn't have to worry about disillusionment with this guy, he thought. He could be open and most likely cynical in peace as long as he performed well and was willing to be friends with this guy. Which he was. This guy seemed really cool.
"Target practice sounds good," Omega said, a tiny smirk playing on his lips with the no homo comment. That was a relief. To his knowledge, many a meister and weapon would end up romantically involved with one another. Omega, though, he considered himself heterosexual, if he were to ever trust anyone to actually give his heart to, it would probably be a girl. But, still, he wouldn't completely put homosexuality out of the question if a male he cared about quite a bit did decide they had romantic feelings toward him, he wouldn't ignore them until he had tried out the whole homosexual thing at least once. He was just more comfortable within his heterosexual ideals. Plus chicks had nice tits.
A thought struck Omega as he looked uncertainly at Gunnar.
"There's one catch to my weapon form. It looks rather... out of keep. I promise that it functions perfectly fine. The blemishes are only skin deep."

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"Oi! Hella' epic! Digging the handle by the way, red's my favorite color. The Scorpiontail blades are pretty badass, se." A wide grin formed onto his face; he was a fan of red and swords, but not insane about it. It was neat looking, though! "A little practice shouldn't hurt. By the way, be lucky you have a very flexible partner. I used to do gymnastics, and plus my ma was paranoid about me getting kidnapped so he made me learn a bit of martial arts. Can't say I'm the best at it though."

Cruz let out a small chuckle and grabbed his headphones; music made him relax and anyways he didn't even have any wires so it's free movement: it had a built in MP3. Lifting them up to set them on his head, obnoxious dubstep music blared into his ears; who knows how he withstood the volume. He was an odd kid; to say the least.

To say the least, music seemed to calm him. It had an effect on the Spanish boy; like, it was energy music perhaps. Energy drink for your ears, haha! Okay that was just flat out creepy. Sorry. Besides, it was good to stay calm when with your weapon; if you get off wavelength, shit goes down. Gripping the handle with two hands, he held the sword in front of his chest and sighed.

Side-sweep, hop kick, he thought in his mind, and he did, impulsively, his thoughts. He dropped down for a low side sweep, throwing himself in the air with ease. He was tiny, after all. Well, not too small; but you get my point. He was flexible; like a little jumping bean, to compare him, or a rubber band. Whichever works.

So basically, he did a low sweep then twisted his body the opposite direction he was aiming for, falling into a twist and landing on all fours; similar to a cat, you know? Well, after a bit of practicing, coughing, and laughing after occasional failures, he brushed black locks of shiny hair away from his uncovered eye, smiling brightly.

"Feel free to change back now! I had my fun. Now, after, let's go tell Death about our partnership and see if he confirms, but he seems like a cool guy. He probably will." The male said with a friendly wink, removing his headphones and turning off his music.