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Zachary Evans

"Your biggest mistake was thinking I'm half the man I'm made out to be."

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a character in “Soul Eater: The Memories”, as played by FamishedPants




Gender: Male

Role: Meister

Partner: Arabelle Staddon


Description: While not toned to the point he looks like a body-builder, Zach is physically fit and visibly so. He has no excess body fat and has some definition in his stomach, arms and legs. He stands a bit higher than most, giving him a somewhat intimidating figure to those who would stand very close to him, but he is actually built more athletic and less muscular. His legs aren't too tall nor too wide, nor is his arms or even his chest. In fact, his body seems to not have, in appearance, too much going for it. But his body isn't the most interesting thing about him.

Zachary is gifted with a great face. He is considered by the female populace (and awkwardly, some boys) to be one of, if not, the most handsome student currently enrolled in the DWMA (debatable to some). A sharp chin as well as almost color-less lips accessorize his face and he does not have any facial hair. The hair on his head is a chestnut-brown, which is complimented further by his eyes of the same color. It is rather long, reaching down and covering his ears, though it doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest and sticks close to his head, never showing any wild strains or patches. His nose is of decent size and length, seemingly perfect-fitting for his face, not appearing too large nor sticking out too far over his similarly perfect mouth that shares just about the same traits of not being too much of one thing or the other. This same mouth can, in cahoots with his eyes, project some very powerful emotions. If he's happy, his smile seems to brighten up the side of the planet he's on, and if he's mad, he just seems to project so much fury into arching those eyebrows that it intimidates people who even might think nothing of him normally.

He's the kind of guy who most men wish they could look like, since he typically has girls fawning over him.


Height: 6'0"

Weight: 175 lbs


Endurance - Zachary makes sure to physically train each and everyday with few exceptions. This has given him such great stamina that he never seems to tire out and he is most certainly able to take a punch or two without feeling so much as a graze. He is slow by no means, but might not be the fastest person in the school. He's built more for outlasting someone, not outpacing.

Martial Arts - Of course since Zach never had a weapon until later in his life, the easiest thing to do was to train his own body to become a weapon. He knows a few different types of martial arts, such as Tae Kwon Do and Boxing, but typically his strength is best put to use in punches. That said, he has an incredible right hand that might be strong enough to punch a hole through the other side of the Earth. Combined with his endurance, it's really hard to fight him without a weapon since the people who rely on speed typically leave no marks on him. Oh, and even with his weapon, you'll see him attack with his arms or legs in conjunction with his weapon. Using the chain to drag someone into a punch is one of many examples of this.

Adaption - If Zachary can't outlast an opponent, then he'll outdo one. If there'a an obstacle that counters his obvious strengths, then by all means, he'll gain temporary new ones until he has one. Striving for success and nothing less, do not count him out if someone appears to be beating him at first, since each blow taken or every move revealed by the enemy is only making it easier for him to bounce back.

[Warning: Effect not viable on random naked woman]

Soul Transfer - Those with whom his soul is compatible with are able to be helped by him. He may use some of his soul wavelength to give energy to the person in moderation. Of course, if he's critically injured, such a thing is impossible, and he cannot kill himself using this method. However, using this doesn't have no side-effects, and he may pass out if used to often or too much. Obviously, this works with his Weapon, but if he is compatible with someone else, then he might be able to use it on them.


Exercise and Training: A daily activity that many people might see him doing. Push-ups, jogging and weight-lifting are among some of the many he does to keep his body in top shape.

Sparring: People have been known to challenge him to a fight or two after he explains what he does to keep himself occupied. To him, a friendly spar is always welcomed.

Eating: Catching him eating after training oftentimes has people wandering why he isn't morbidly obese.

✔ Challenges
✔ Rock and Metal music
✔ Jokes
✔ Strawberries (a bit too much...)
✔ Justice

✘ Aggression
✘ Crimes
✘ Bullies
✘ Injustice
✘ Being teased with Strawberries
✘ Witches

Personality: Zach's looks are what guys typically want to be, but his personality is what men should be. ---- is a confident, caring and chivalrous young man who lacks a will to be distasteful to others. Simply put, he does not like causing other people undeserving pain, but will apply pain when it is deemed necessary. When he chooses to speak, his words always consider another's feelings or what they might imply so as not to cause unwanted reactions or hate. Under almost no circumstances will you find him starting a fight. But in that same instance, he does not back down from fights unless they would cause someone else harm or trouble. Confidence in his ability, as well as a simple code of personal honor would prevent him from backing down from a challenge. This is also because he happens to have a bit of a competitive side. Competitions make things fun, in his mind, so you'll likely see him racing to finish something first, whether it be a mission, his lunch, or a test.

While most certainly not a genius, Zach doesn't fall behind in academics, and is a bright individual. For the most part, he is able to ace near anything, but is definitely prone to the occasional B when he's slacked off on work due to training or something else that grabbed his attention. Among the most common things to do this is sparring, which he occasionally sates his competitiveness with. Since he's always looking for a greater challenge, he will not hesitate to ask someone who displays strength that interests him to a friendly match. He has won most of his matches, and any he doesn't become a learning experience with which he rids himself of errors and improves.

Obviously, Zachary is a well-intentioned person, who does not approve of lying, aggression, or thievery. As kind as he is, people who don't think twice about another's feelings or people who choose to pick on someone else will find that rare glare of is directed upon them. Were such person to have struck another, they will be one of the few unlucky people to have earned an unfriendly match with him, always resulting in a harsh beating that would make them think twice before they even littered again. After such an act, he usually apologizes profusely to onlookers who had to witness him at his worst.

Zach is his own person, not mimicking anyone else for popularity. Even though he knows many of the female student body adore his looks, courage, and chivalry, he does not take advantage of them. In fact, he hasn't even dated, much to the dismay of his fanbase. Feelings like that... well, scare him. What if he said something wrong and made them sad? Or what if he wasn't 'good' enough? Though he'd look Death in the face without so much as blinking, he couldn't bear rejection, and has thusly strayed far from dating and the sort.

Even though he may not look to even hurt a fly without cause, Zachary does bear ill intentions towards one person, with whom his life is based around destroying. He knows not her name, but will slay this witch even if it costs him everything. On some nights, you can see him gaze into the stars with a distant expression as he remembers what one single witch stole from him. And typically, that's when he hears things.

Oh, and whatever you do, do NOT wrong his weapon.

History: Unlike your typical young child, Zachary never much cared for meaningless tasks such as playing sports or 'having fun'. This trait was one that he wasn't born with, but developed by his father, William. You see, Will had witnessed the effects of a Kishin long ago when he was a young boy, along with his own father, who was killed during a skirmish between the warring factions. Because of the carnage and the trouble one single Kishin caused, he knew that they should be prepared if ever another were to arise, because they might not be saved again.

Will and his wife had never bee able to have a child of their own. After three miscarriages, they had given up trying to have a child. So why then is it that Zachary came to be? Well, they could never quite answer that question. They didn't have Zach, they found him. Along the road one day, as he was going along a simple walk, Will heard an infant's cry and followed it to find a young child, no older than five months laying alone with no parent nearby. Apparently, he had been left to die by some uncaring person, and William took him in and raised him as his own.

And he did. The older man enjoyed every moment he spent with his blessing. Even if a lot of it was mental and physical preparation towards the goal of inevitably becoming well enough to face the next threat to the world, or pass the skills on to his own child. Day and night, they would train together, growing stronger as father and son and teacher and pupil. The time spent here would have people questioning how on Earth he'd come to the point of avoiding conflict, or even having social skills. But this was only in the first eight years of his lifetime. And after that, many things changed.

When he had his ninth birthday, everything went wrong.

The actual birthday was normal, like all of the rest. He had the day off from training and he and his two parents enjoyed a quiet day together. But not the entire day. It happened in a flash, too quickly for Zach or his family to react - they were attacked by a powerful witch. It was so sudden that they weren't able to even comprehend what had happened before the assualt was finished. To this day, the motivation remains unclear, but Zach believes that his father may have killed someone this witch knew back when he himself was a Meister. Even still, it is nothing but an assumption. The aftermath of this attack left Takeshi injured but his mother and father dead, without so much as a goodbye.

What Takeshi did after that was not what you'd expect. He didn't cry. He got angry. Even as the sound of the explosion repeated in his mind each time he fell asleep, eventually denying him such a luxury. Even if he was now alone with no friends to comfort him. Even if the most positive thing he thought about was accomplishing his one goal in life: to kill the witch that destroyed his family. Evan after all of that.... he didn't cry, nor shell up anymore than he already was. Instead, it brought a meaning to both his life, and the goal that his father had planned for him. If a Meister and Weapon were supposed to protect people from threats like that, then he'd most certainly be one. And since that day so long ago, he has worked towards those two goals, never once thinking of faultering.

Except... there was always this voice that told him things. Weird things. Things he didn't want to hear, yet did. Power in return for something, but it was never quite clear what that something was. It still haunts him, but far used to it, he hasn't shown anyone any signs of hearing it. It's shut away, just like his depression was....and is.

As the years went on, Zachary would do everything he could to prepare for the real world. His social skills somewhat lacking, he visited town often to take classes in basic education for refreshers, since his mother may have missed something when homeschooling him. Taking some of these lessons to heart a bit too much, he developed the personality that most see now - the kind, charming young lad who would never seem to strike a woman. Most people wouldn't know that he does plan on striking a single woman, but her alone. Since his goal was the only thing in-mind, he quickly learned what he needed, touched up on his physical abilities, and soon began living a somewhat normal life, doing various activities to help him sustain while he waited.

It was coming back from one of these trips that he met an odd woman by the name of Arabelle. Something about her seemed odd, yet familiar. Like she wasn't used to social interaction, much like him. Of course he was definitely more accustomed at this point. Their first conversation lasted about five minutes, but he would soon run into her again and again. Soon, he would enjoy speaking to her. He had found his first true friend, and started talking about himself to an extent. This had of course led him to speaking about his dream to go the the DWMA, but she had suggested otherwise, claiming that such a place was not a good one. Confused, he told her of how they actually were by his father's words. After that, he didn't see her for a little bit. But during that little bit, he visited the academy and got a good look at it, learning more about it than just what his dad told him long ago. She appeared as if from nowhere two months later and admitted that she was a weapon to him, then further inquired about the DWMA, to which he explained everything he knew about it. And, since she was a weapon, he asked if she wanted to join the academy as his partner and she accepted. Delighted, he smiled and shook her hand.

A year later, he and she joined the academy. And he had now completed one goal.

Now he works onto another, and though he doesn't really care for lying, he couldn't bear to tell her that he actually holds a grudge. She might think less of him. Anyone would. Revenge is such a horrible, horrible thing. But....

he'll still get it. One day soon....

Other: Insanity's call is a bit loud for one such as him. To the amazement of many, he could crumble at any given moment with great stimulation.

So begins...

Zachary Evans's Story


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The sun was high in the sky, it was time for school to start.

Cassandra sat up in bed. Her legs were tangled in her sheets and she was covered in a cold sweat. Not the best way to start out a morning. She sighed, before slipping out of her bed and heading right to her bathroom. After showering, she changed into her normal outfit, a long sleeved button up shirt with a casual red over jacket along with a dark blue skirt, her long socks that went up to her mid thigh, and her black dress shoes. She left her long blonde hair down, so it would dry out and curl. She sighed and went back into her room where she packed up her school bag and then headed out of her room. Cass was sure that, by the end of the day, her and Shaun would end up with a mission, and that was what she was looking forward to. She was tired of sitting around all day, she honestly felt like they didn't get sent out enough.

Cass headed out of her room and down the hall, only pausing to knock on Shaun's door. "Common! You better already be up! I don't wanna be late today!" She banged on the door one more time, before heading down into the kitchen and making tea, she didn't feel like having to cook a whole meal at the moment, and there would always be food at the academy, so what was the point? Cassandra sat down with her tea in hand, and took a deep breath. Over the last few months everything had been pretty basic. Not many students had gotten sent out on any mission lately because things seemed so calm, and if anything it made everyone worry more. Since there weren't any missions up for grabs, or any that was worth their time, everyone was under the strict impression that she witches were planning something, and the Evil Humans were some how involved.

As the worry spread, so did the rumors, and all anyone could do was forces on their classes and training. Some of the students became so bored they started taking extra lessons, which Cass refused to do at the moment. To be honest, she was getting worried just like everyone else, what were they going to do if they witches were planning something? Would all of the students at the Academy be ready for a attack of some sorts? I guess only time will tell.. She thought, sighing into her cup of tea and closing her eyes, waiting for Shaun.


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A young woman with scarlet hair and reddish eyes steps out of the shower, her hair a deeper red as it sticks against her neck. She has been awake for a few hours now, due to a routine of jogging a few miles every morning, and occasionally tossing in sparring practice with some unfortunate tree. Her feet are rough from several years of this routine, as well as growing up in the woods, calloused as she prefers to attack with kicks rather than punches or something of that sort. Ara wipes the fog away from the mirror so that she can see her face reflected back, slightly flushed from the heat of the shower. Of course, the point of being able to see herself is not for vanity, but so that she can more effectively brush her teeth. After brushing and flossing and all of those sorts of things, Arabelle exits the bathroom, ignoring the chill of the wooden floor against her bare feet as she walks into her room and to the dresser in order to extract some clothing. She hardly puts much thought into the attire, not the most fashionable of girls, and is soon fully clothed in a pair of jean shorts and a loose shirt, with sandals on her feet because she runs faster when she is closer to barefoot, but can't stand the feeling of those shoes that shape to one's feet and toes. At the moment, Ara appears to be a very serious person, quietly preparing to go to school. That is, of course, until her stomach growls rather loudly, and she unintentionally pouts, hand pressed against her hungry stomach. I want food, she complains mentally, hunger one of the few things that the young woman freely whines about.

Deciding that she will grab something to eat on the way to school, not in the mood to make something, Arabelle leaves her room, a messenger bag with a notebook, pen, and first aid kit at her hip. It is mostly plain, except for two pins on the lower right corner. One of an iron bird, and the other a plastic cello. Not that she is very good at playing the latter, though she is perhaps passable. As she walks down the hallway towards her partner's room, Ara ties part of her hair back, because there is one lock that seems irritatingly stubborn about falling into her face whenever she does so much as slightly tilt her head. When she was a child, her mother would always tie her hair back in twin braids, so that it wouldn't fall into her face. Of course, Ara hasn't seen her mother in a few years, and since then has cut her hair and trimmed her bangs, making it somewhat easier to manage. It is merely an exterior reflection of how she has changed since leaving that cabin in the woods where she grew up, though much of her does still appear to be the same. When she reaches Zachary's room, Arabelle knocks three times before opening up the door, expecting him to be prepared to leave by now. After all, he, much like her, does tend to train, and this doesn't exclude early hours.

"We should get breakfast on our way there. I'm hungry," Ara suggests as she walks in, knowing that Zachary has an appetite as ravenous as her own. Luckily, their mutual hobby of physical training keeps the pair from being the fattest duo to ever walk the halls of DWMA.


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Whereas a lot of people his own age would enjoy ever extra second of sleep they could claim before being forced to awake to go to school, Zach differed. His thought process went more like "Why waste perfectly good minutes of valuable sparring time?" rather than "Why wake so early?". Some people probably thought that it was weird of him to like keeping in shape this much, but he didn't and that's all that really mattered. It was a means to an end.

Needless to say, Zach had been awake for some time now, and had just manage out the showered and gotten dressed. He wore black pants and a white long-sleeved T-shirt with some brand-name on it. His shoes, also black, accompanied this. Atop the shirt now laid an unbuttoned black jacket that made his clothes seem to go together just a bit better than without. He was still unfashionable by some means, but he never had interest in that in the first place. If only it changed his appeal to the majority of the female populace, but alas, it did not. Maybe it was his hair? Truth be told, he never combed his hair or anything after a shower, it just fell down naturally into his hairstyle. Guess he was just gifted in that sense, since he never had to deal with brushing long hair or dealing with bed-head after cleansing himself.

*Knock, Knock, Knock*

Zachary heard the tell-tale signs of his partner's arrival. He knew she wouldn't wait for him to come open the door, which was fine with him.... now. Things were a bit more awkward the first time. But pushing that tramatic experience aside, he smiled at her words, which were just what he was about to say.

"We should get breakfast on our way there. I'm hungry,"

"Sounds great. I'm famished." he said, glancing around. He had on his clothes, which was very good. He did take a shower. He had worked out earlier this morning before said shower. And.... he had his wallet. Okay, things were good. "Then lets get going, shall we? You can pick the place if you want. Eating something at all sounds great after a nice workout. But lets get this show on the road for now. Don't wanna be late, and I do have a habit of getting lost in a good meal." he chuckled, walking past her and out the door. Arabelle would know to simply lock the handle and close the door behindn herself since it was routine.


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Ara is visibly pleased with Zachary's agreement that they eat breakfast on the way to the academy, though she of course expected no less of him. The two mesh together well schedule-wise, because they appear to have the same sort of morning habits, and therefore needn't worry about one of the two sleeping in or being drowsy throughout any morning lectures. Well, as far as lectures go, Ara can be somewhat likely to grow tired of them easily, but that is primarily due to a preference for the outdoors over the indoors. Her favorite lessons have always been the sort which require large, open spaces, or at least some sort of physical training. It isn't that she isn't perfectly competent mentally, but that she far prefers the rush of a spar to the mental nervousness brought on by a test of some sort. She is incredibly hard working, of course, but isn't naturally the studious type, and therefore must often force herself to focus on test materials rather than go outside for a run or something like that. More than once, Ara has abandoned studying in order to climb various rooftops, though she has been working on improving her academic focus.

After Zachary speaks briefly, suggesting that she choose the breakfast place and mentioning briefly that they should hurry up on getting out the door, he walks out. Ara follows after him, closing and locking the door behind her before falling into step beside the young man, who is half a foot taller than her. She doesn't say anything, being more a person of actions than of words, but finds the silence comfortable, as she usually does. Arabelle is very rarely ill at ease with a lack of sound, partially due to a childhood of hunting animals that could be frightened off by the slightest of noises. Such experiences have allowed her to become the sort of person who walks without making a noise, her footsteps as soft as a cat's, though she dislikes said animal. Rather than a cat, Ara would prefer to be likened to a bird, if only because she has always longed to fly as they are able to. This is a typical dream for most people, of course, and is probably why she is so fond of jumping across the narrow gaps between buildings or flying through trees. Jumping is like temporary flight, if one does it properly.

"Let's go to the market, then. We can pick up some fruit and bread for breakfast," Ara decides, her choice made due to both time constraints and the knowledge that Zachary has a borderline obsession with strawberries, which can be found in abundance at the local farmers' market, which is every morning of the week, with the exception of Sunday. She begins to steer their direction towards where it takes place, but it doesn't requite much of a reroute, being on the way to DWMA. When the young woman had first come to this place, she was skeptical of everyone and did not believe anything until she saw it with her own eyes, for lessons taught since birth are rather hard to shake. She still isn't the most trusting of people when it comes to strangers, but has partially distanced herself from the girl who had associated DWMA, and by association the surrounding area, with slaughter and cruelty.

When they do come to the farmers' market, Ara begins to pick things quickly, with an expert's eye. Soon she has practically filled an entire basket with things that she thought looked delicious, and is balancing it between the crook of her left arm and her hip whilst trying to pull money out of her pocket. When it comes to food, she tends to get straight to business. It is possible that she plans to eat during class. Most of her peers have gotten used to such behavior, pardoning it because she makes up for it with otherwise polite mannerisms. Of course, there are still many girls, and a few guys, who treat her coldly due to envy that she is the weapon of Zachary, whom, as she learned a bit after coming to the school, is considered quite desirable by much of the female population. Having been raised in a forest, with the only regular male company being her own brother, she doesn't really have much of an eye for such things. That's probably also why she freely walks into his room. When they had first begun living together, she hadn't even knocked, and it led to some rather awkward situations.


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"Let's go to the market, then. We can pick up some fruit and bread for breakfast,"

Zachary smiled widely and nodded before saying, "Sounds great," and beginning towards the marketplace. Having fruits and vegetables for a meal after a workout was a brilliant idea considering that it was a healthy and easy choice. You needn't cook an apple, nor should you have to peel a strawberry. Well, you do get rid of the top, but that's not really a hassle since a strawberry is its own reward. Ah yes, strawberries, Zach's obsession. There is no other edible object in this world or any other that he cares for as much as the little crimson fruits. The juicy ones, in his opinion, were the best. You see, to him, there isn't just strawberries. There's lots. There's squishy, soft, tough, juicy, dry, tasty, delicious and outstanding strawberries. And they are different, if you ask him. Zach can even tell how old the fruit is by taste alone, even to the month if he concentrates. It's like some unnecessary trait he developed upon feasting on them, and one he doesn't mind having.

When they arrived at the market, Zach distanced himself from Arabelle in search for the fruit he was so desperately in need of. As she stacked herself with an varied basket full of different things, he stayed simple with a whole lot of strawberries and about three oranges. This would make for a fine meal, but it would by no means take long enough to eat that he would have to save some for after. These strawberries and oranges would be finished before they entered the school campus, like usual. Unlike his partner, who ate during class hours, he refrained from doing so. His time in class was spent working as all students should. It was unlike him to slack off too much during class, since he did have to get good grades. And he did. Most of the time.

After having paid for his breakfast and returned to Arabelle's side, Zach pulled out his first strawberry and began his meal. He'd pop one in his mouth and finish the thing in about a second which wouldn't be too sightly if he were in the presence of royalty, but considering that it was Arabelle he was with, he didn't mind much. She wasn't like much other girls, and in a good way. For some reason, he figured the opposite sex didn't really interest her as much as it did the other girls, as she didn't ever seem the least bit flustered by being near him, as other girls would. This itself was great, since he wouldn't have to worry about awkward situations.... anymore. Hopefully. He did clarify some things with her to ensure such an embarrassing thing never occurred again, so they should be in the clear. Hopefully.



When his mouth was clear for speaking, Zach did such as they walked towards the Death Weapon Meister Academy. "You know, you should try Strawberries more." he suggested. The topic of conversation when he was eating would almost always be about the little red fruits, maybe to the point of it being a routine. He was smiling, happy to be eating his favorite food on a walk to class. From there, there weren't any real topics of interest during their walk. Just him speaking about strawberries, then eating one. The oranges disappeared as well, even though they took longer to peel. By the time they reached the steps to the academy, he was finished as per usual.

"Today ought to be a good one." he commented, watching another student happily hop up the steps as he followed. When she neared the top, she leaped up into the air and did a flip before landing on something other than her face, which was a success. Whether she did it for show or just because wasn't known to Zach, but either way, he smiled and then clapped. "Bravo." he cheered on the girl.


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Cassandra grinned at the boy behind her when he started to clap and a small blush crossed her face. "Bravo!" He called over to her, only making her grin widen and her blush darken, Cass had hoped they would be so late that no one would see her showing off a bit, because once people knew how good you were they would want to text their skills against your own, and that was never fun, unless Cass was the one calling the person out. Just then Shaun came walking up the many steps, and right away I could tell that from the look on his face made her frown right away. This wasn't going to be a good thing, if anything he would yell at her for not only taking off, but almost running over people and grabbing that apple.

Cassandra sighed as he started to walk ahead of her, and she tried not to wince at his suddenly stern voice. "Lets go." he growled which made Cass sigh, wave at the kid that was still going up the steps, and then follow the annoyed Shaun. They got about half way towards to front doors before Cass frowned and reached out, grabbing onto the back of his shirt and tugging. "Shaun wait..." She mumbled looking down guiltily, she had just wanted to have some fun, but instead she made her partner upset. She sighed, pulled the money she owed him out of her pocket and then shoving it into his hands before she let go of his shirt and walked past him and inside murmuring a small 'sorry' as she passed by him.


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Arabelle seems perfectly content with her rather substantial load of food, biting into a piece of bread with a slice of cheese over it when Zachary makes his way back to her. She needn't look to see what he has purchased, already knowing that the meister has probably loaded himself down with strawberries, and maybe one or two other things for a bit of variety. Even if she didn't know that already, the young woman would have smelt the strawberries, the scent of which cling to Zachary like an overused cologne. This may only seem so strong to her, of course, as Arabelle's childhood of hunting has given her quite accurate senses, especially when it comes to scent and hearing. For each of these little advantages from such a youth, however, comes a downside as well. When she first came here, the young woman had not been the most socially adept of people, and still tends to miss little social cues here and there. She is often preoccupied with the thought of her mother and brother, enemies of DWMA, as well, and thoughts of them are some of the most effective things when it comes to distracting the red-haired weapon. She also can't stand to be indoors for too long, and isn't naturally one for structured academics, having learned at her own pace for most of her life.

Arabelle, not caring for what others think, practically inhales her food. Yes, she also isn't always the most elegant of people, perhaps. But she is a strong weapon and, to be honest, that is a large portion of all she cares about: people recognizing her as being strong. Perhaps this is not an incredibly typical mindset for a girl her age, but she is not alone in it, at least, and therefore has no reason to change it. She rarely feels the need to change herself, being loyal in all she does- including loyalty to herself. If nothing else, that much can be said of Ara. She is stubborn and loyal.

The duo walk in silence, as is customary due to the fact that they often eat on the way to school. This suits Ara quite well, for she isn't usually the talkative sort, unless someone brings up a topic which she is passionate about, in which case she can chat a person's ear off. When the silence is broken, it is with a routine topic: strawberries. Ara swallows her most recent bite of a tart green apple and shrugs at Zachary. "Too sweet," she explains, the two words her reasoning for not sharing his love for the red fruits. Ara has never been one to be overly fond of sweet foods, hence her breakfast of things such as bread, cheese, and tarter pieces of produce. They walk up towards the school, a building that is both impressive and strange in appearance, by most standards. What catches her, and apparently Zach's, attention is the girl who hops up the steps and spontaneously flips at the top to land neatly on her feet. Were her hands not full, Ara might have clapped to accompany Zach's cheer. Of course, quietly competitive as she is, Ara dwells briefly on whether or not she could do the same thing. Given that the girl's stunt had been propelled by the legs, she likely could, for her lower body strength exceeds that of her upper body. Temporarily content with her conclusion, though she will likely incorporate flips into her next training session, Ara continues to climb up the steps with her partner. Though she realizes that the girl, who is soon whisked away by her own partner, had been probably waving at Zach, not her, she gives a little wave as well, recognizing the girl.

Arabelle is hopeless with names, of course, and can only name a handful of people who attend this school, but does recognize the short young woman's face as that of a classmate. From what she can recall, that duo is somewhat well-known, though she can't remember why. Ara doesn't really pay attention to such things, unless it is because she is feeling competitive, and that is usually aimed towards individuals, not pairs. "We're going to be late," Ara observes, picking up her pace. She is quite fast naturally, even when walking, though the basket of food inhibits her slightly. She still hasn't finished eating, and will likely be having some of it during lunch time as well, if any remains from the stash.