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A sound soul dwells within a sound mind and a sound body."
"Welcome to Death Weapon Meister Academy. More commonly known as the DWMA.
It stands as a defense against the forces of evil which would plunge the world into choas and drive humanity to the very depths of fear and madness. The demons known as Keshin and there insasable hunger for destruction. To ensure the Keshinss never regain there hold on this world this adademy was founded by the grim reaper, Death himself.
Lord death would sound out then in his silly toned voice: "So basically were a organization that excists to protect and perserve peace. I guess it's not exactly a typical school. Oh well that isn't important. For now let's roll up our sleeves and get to work!"
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Guy couldn't stand it. "It's too quiet!" he yelled. that was one of his biggest problems, he was social, he hated being alone, and though he was with his family, he felt the most alone he had ever been before. "What the hell!" he yelled. Tears began to spout down his face. (or barrel) "Why have you forsaken me!?" he asked and cried in emotional pain.
((If theres a problem with that please tell me and i will remove it.))
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Death the chick had her ipod in her ears and was listening to it so she did not hear as her weapon caused a scene and cried about the silence. She kicked her board clicking the button to make it back to a normal skateboard and rode it up to Cleo's tomb. She stretched and put her ipod away when she saw Guy was crying because her holster was wet. she took him out of his holster "uh..You okay Smiley?" She asked not knowing what his deal was as she put her earphones and ipod away in her front breast pocket.
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((Are you sure? I can change it.))
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((nah your good.))
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"Now lets take a look at your hand." Lost say's grabbing some bandages and disinfectant from a cupboard, as the thought that pretenses come in handy some times slips into his head. "This might hurt a little" Lost says calmly before he dabs some disinfectant into the cut, carefully examining the cut for glass he wraps it in the bandages. Suddenly as he finishes bandaging the wound Lost's head shoots up and he mutters "someone else is here."
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"I've heard of Free." Kissue said, looking down at the books with interest, "he fought against the school, but I heard that he also helped the school defeat Arachne. Goes to show that there is good in everybody." She smiled, "even werewolves. Have you ever met a werewolf, sir? They're pretty interesting, I think."
"Now lets take a look at your hand...This might hurt a little." Mr. Lost said as he took her hand and began taking care of it. Kissue winced, but said nothing as she watched him work. It felt better as soon as the bandage was on, and she poked at the gauze a bit.
"Thanks."
"Someone else is here." Startled by Lost's sudden movement, Kissue jumped slightly and looked around, but saw no one.
"I'm sorry, but no one's he-"
"Um, Kissue? You in here?" Dante's voice rang in the weapon's ears. She whirled around to look at him, and there he was, standing in the doorway. She limped over to him (her leg still has glass in it).
"Yeah! Thanks for coming, Dante." She exclaimed, grabbing his wrist, and pulling him inside to Mr. Lost.
"Dante, this is Mr. Lost, the new school nurse. Mr. Lost, this is my meister, Dante Roth." She introduced.
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A smile came across Dante's face as he held out the hand that was not occupied by Kissue's grabbing to shake the hand of the man named Mr. Lost. "Pleasure to meet you, sir, and Kissue," He paused as he looked over at Kissue, "I believe he would prefer the term 'doctor' rather than nurse." He spoke with absolute calmness in his voice. By the looks of Dante, he would seem like he doesn't have a care in the world. Also, standing next to Kissue, he looked inferior, small, despite his stout stature.
"Thank you for taking care of my weapon. I didn't think she would get in this much trouble without me here." Dante said in a teasing tone to Kissue.
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"Well I have once," Lost's says reaching down pulling the glass out of the leg with briefly a pause in what he was saying, "I was taken to the wilderness by one when I was 5 and left there to survive makes my people skills a bit rough sometimes." Lost says as he continues wrapping Kissue's leg with the bandages. "Here's the broom and dustpan, also here Kissue you can have Free's autobiography I'm done with it." Lost says handing the broom and dustpan to Dante. With a whisper in Dante's ear as he pulls away from Dante "Take care of her, it will be sore for a little bit try to keep her off it."
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Kissue laughed and jabbed Dante in the side with her elbow. "He's lying, sir, he's much more trouble than I am." She insisted, keeping a hard grip on her meister's arm as the school doctor leaned down to fix up her leg, as well. She sighed, bracing herself for the pain.
"You wanted to know if if I've ever met a werewolf?" Lost began. Kissue looked to his face and smiled, the topic obviously interesting to her. "Well I have once," She winced as he began extracting the shards from her leg. "I was taken to the wilderness by one when I was 5 and left there to survive makes my people skills a bit rough sometimes."
"I'm so sorry," she sympathized, squeezing tight on Dante's arm as the final shard was removed and he started wrapping. "If it's any consolation, I don't think your people skills are too bad. Don't worry, they'll refine soon enough, you'll be seeing a lot of the kids here. Everyone here seems to be accident prone."
Kissue released her grip on Dante to grab the cleaning supplies. She handed the broom to Dante so that she could lean over and grab the book that Lost had identified as Free's. "Thank you, sir, I'll bring it back as soon as I'm done with it, as well as the cleaning stuff." She waved goodbye with the hand that held the dustpan and led Dante out of the room.
"I'm sorry for worrying you, Dante." She apologized, putting down the book on the floor in front of the mess and taking the broom. She swept the glass into the dustpan and stood up straight. "Can you open the door? I left my keys inside. Then we can go grab a mission."
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"You wanted to know if if I've ever met a werewolf?" Lost began. Kissue looked to his face and smiled, the topic obviously interesting to her. "Well I have once," This was when Dante realized that she was still holding onto his arm because she squeezed his arm tightly to bear the pain of glass being pulled out of her leg. Dante wasn't really paying attention to what else Lost and Kissue was saying. He was too worried about his partner and how she was going to be. The last thing he heard Lost say was, "Take care of her, it will be sore for a little bit try to keep her off it."
Dante nodded in response to what he said then looked over at Kissue. He gave a tender smile until he was handed a broom and dustpan by Lost. He gave a light bow and said, "Thanks sir for all you have done. We greatly appreciate it." Then, just as quickly as they came, they left. Dante walked over to the mess with Kissue.
"I'm sorry for worrying you, Dante." She apologized, putting down the book on the floor in front of the mess and taking the broom. She swept the glass into the dustpan and stood up straight. "Can you open the door? I left my keys inside. Then we can go grab a mission."
Dante gave a small laugh as he pulled the key out of his pocket and unlocked the door of his apartment. "Your not going anywhere til your leg heals." Dante gave Kissue the order and he opened the door to his apartment and took the dustpan full of glass from Kissue. His voice was the same as it was before, just with a little more authority in it. "Now go lay down and don't put any pressure on it. That's an order from your Meister." He said looking her in the eyes, waiting for her response.
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Kissue looked down at her meister and sighed. "But Dante, all of the other kids are off getting souls. I don't want you to get ridiculed if people find out that we skipped a mission. My leg is fine, I won't even be on it half the time; you're the one who runs around and cuts up things." She was fully aware that the condition of the weapon was just as important as the condition of the meister, but she wasn't lying when she said that she didn't hurt anymore. "I appreciate that you want me to be safe, Dante, but I'm okay. I swear."
She turned around and limped to the couch where her jacket was laying, ready for her. She grabbed it and put it on over her shoulders, then sent a reassuring smile to Dante. "See, I can even put my jacket on all by myself!" She teased, but quickly sat down. Maybe Kissue didn't feel as great as she thought, but she didn't want Dante to know, they'd have to go through much worse in their careers being meisters and weapons, she'd feel like a weakling if she couldn't fight because of a few scrapes.
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As Dante was getting ready to reply, she limped over to the couch and got her jacket which she threw over her shoulders. "See, I can even put my jacket on all by myself!" She teased, but quickly sat down. It was obvious to Dante that she was struggling to do what she wanted to. She wasn't helping her point whether or not she could do it. He leaned over in her face and gave her a serious look.
"I don't care what people think. I'd rather be ridiculed than being known as the Meister who doesn't know how to take care of his weapon." He said, looking her in the eyes. He wanted her to believe without a shred of doubt that there was no way he was going to let her go out on a mission in the condition she was in. "Besides," He stated leaning up out of her face, "I want you in peak physical form when on a mission. I don't want you slacking off when your resonating with me." He teased her as he got her and his self something to drink. He handed her the drink and awaited her response.
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