Amaya mumbled as she woke up to a boy's face in front of her's "What the?..Who?... Wait
partner... Where am I!" She shot up to a standing pose in flash looking at the tall black-haired boy in front of her. She stayed that way for a while before blinking and sitting back down looking annoyed. "Did I miss the presentation?.......Dangit." She crossed her arms, pouting at the kid proposing to be her partner. He looked way older than her and really serious yet daring and careless at the time, she kept staring like that at him before realizing the Question he just asked her. "Oh! Partner! Yes, um.. maybe?... May I first ask your name? Mine's Amaya Sakura and I love puppies.." She looked at him straight on and broke in a goofy grin tilting her head to the side in question and raising her shoulders.

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Idiku sat there for a moment then looked to the girl next to him. She seemed to be normal. He then scanned the room to see who was getting who. He scratched his head folded the page in his book then put it in his pocket. Idiku then turned of his music and looked to the girl. "Hi. I'm Idiku Solomon Maranaki. Wanna be partners?" He asked with a bored tone. Idiku had a surprisingly Japanese name but looked like an american. He held out his hand to the girl. "What's your name?" He thought for a moment. It was ok if she said no. There were plenty of other people. Idiku scanned the room again. Ok maybe not that many people. Actually none at all. No people in the room seem to be someone he could work with. The girl next to him on the other hand she could keep quiet. She didn't try to ask were he was from or why he came. Everyone else were just too loud and annoying. He hoped that if she said yes that she was not like the others. The constant questions would annoy the shit out of him. He then looked to the other pairs sharing their stories. Thoughts filled his mind, all of them about the people around him. He waited for an answer. He could not wait to get what ever they need to do out of the way so he could get back to the book on the strange religion.

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"Well, uh, sure. I don't know why you'd choose me, out of everyone else here. Can you fight? Can you even match my wavelength..?"

Barry was pretty surprised by his sudden picking. It wasn't normal for Barry to be chosen quickly for anything. He looked over to the teacher, who looked like one of the most stereotypical professors ever, but still kept the chilled and cool look for him. Knowing that he probably wouldn't be compatible with most of the others around, it was simple to be paired with a love interest. Perhaps hey could learn a lot about each other this way, or maybe find they don't belong with each other. However, now wasn't the time to think about love and loss. Now was the time to find a partner... which he had already done. Guess it's time to show off the ol' weapon form, eh?

Luckily for Barry, he's learned how to fully transform into a weapon from his month in the DWMA. However he may overshoot simple finger-barrel transformations for full-body transformations. Nevertheless, this didn't deter him. Barry jumped up out of his seat, and began to transform. The white flash of light lasted a small amount of time, signaling the start of the transformation. He pictured the hand-cannon within his soul, or whatever the teachers had taught him before. Suddenly, the revolver gleamed in the open room's air, as it fell down onto the desk with a loud thud. Barry was now in 'a strange dark place', as he liked to call it.

"So, lets see if you can even wield me, shall we?"

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Admittedly he found her a little odd, saying that she already liked him, and that he reminded her of her brother. 'Maybe I'm a better ice breaker then I thought?' He wondered. 'How can she say she likes me? She doesn't know me....if she did, would she still feel that way?' He pondered in his head. But he had to shake it off, he can't be thinking like that. He was about to show her his special talent, but they were interrupted by the teacher. "Guess my party trick will have to wait." He smirked.

His eyes widened at the mention of picking of a partner, he hadn't had the time to talk to anyone else, it was by pure luck that the first, and only person he talked to was a weapon. Maybe it was meant to be? "So I remind you of your brother? I've got two older brothers myself. I'm the runt of the litter believe it or not." Mac stated as he ran his fingers through his hair. "They use to make fun of because my name's........uh.......Mackenzie.......But don't ever call me that. I will cut a bitch." Mac smirked, half joking.

"So it's decided then. You're my partner." Mac stated, not even asking her. "Stick with me Mei, and I'll make you a Death Scythe in no time!" Mac said, oozing confidence. "It's going to be a cake walk!" Mac said with a thumbs up, and a wink. "Wait....what kind of weapon are you? Please tell me you're a chainsaw! No! A Gatling Gun! Yeah, Gatling guns are more badass." Mac asked as he imagined what sort of weapon she is. "This is gonna fun!" He said with a slight chuckle.

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The boy had his head tilted to the side as he waited for the girl’s response. In the span of moments he had before she could introduce herself, Moto internally ran a quick analysis on her physique and characteristics. Being a mission analyst for two years harbored its perks. After all, practice most definitely makes perfect. Judging from the height of her upper torso in addition to the amount of legroom she took up, the blonde was only shorter than Moto by a fourth of a foot. Though such leverage in the height category is soon undermined by the muscular definition outlined beneath her clothing. She didn’t have the muscles of a devoted body-builder, but instead those of a brawler. Flexible and compact, yet effective and could surpass other physiques when their spectrum is inclined. In laymen’s terms; she was strong. Could probably throw anybody in this room from the top of the bleachers to the other side of the classroom without even batting an eye. Mixed with a reticent complexion, she could easily intimidate any adversary just by being her ordinary self. Most males would feel their masculinity shrivel up and decay in a corner at the sight, yet Moto had already accepted the fact that he was on the… lighter side of the spectrum. Sure, he had a good endurance from working long hours under the Nevada sun, yet that was the extent of his capabilities. This individual could go places as a self-productive aria. Nobody would dare to challenge her and live to see another day, or another minute or second for that matter. ”She probably has a mirrored aspect within her personality. Wonder what it’s like? I can only draw conclusions from her exte-”

”Viena. Viena Winters. It’s nice to meet you Moto.” Ah, right, students from all over the globe attended this academy. She was one of the lucky few who already learned the native language from the get-go. Although it was the same case with Moto, others could find English to be quite the arduous form to wrap their minds around. The other meister in the background blabbering about his ambitions barely drew Moto’s attention away from the new acquaintance. The boy winced when Viena made a stern comment about the aftermath of those which displease her.”Definitely a brawler. Ninety-nine point nine, nine, nine percent sure.” He thought to himself as the girl flexed a bit, but quickly added a followup statement. ”I am a Weapon by the way...and I actually know what I am doing in brawl so don’t worry about getting a stray hit in your direction.” And with that confirmation of his hypothesis, he made a slight smile and waved his hands, ”It’s alright, I have decent reflexes…” Before he could continue his train of thought, the door suddenly swung open and drew the boy’s attention.

In its frame was a jutted out leg, clothed in a memorable black khakis, complimented by a red turtleneck, an iconic labcoat and a pair of glasses which gleamed with overflowing knowledge. Knowledge and foolishness. Moto smiled a sliver as he leaned forward in his desk and gave his previous co-worker, now teacher a greeting nod from his seat. Whether the adult noticed his greeting wasn’t of his concern, as Mr. R would soon find out the ugly truth of his beloved chair. Over the past two years, both of them have worked hard to administer missions to pairs whilst analyzing those which returned productive data. It wasn’t a shocker that Moto was made Mr. R’s pupil, as they both shared similar backgrounds. The two related with the loss of those close to him; with Moto his dear friends, and R his wife. They both had felt loss’ venomous bite, and had already transformed that poison into a remedy for their broken symptoms and states of mind. It was this very man which ushered Moto into enrolling as a meister this year, his opinion of the man never swayed regardless of how many times he was asked to babysit his children. Little kiddos were and still most likely are biters.

After a few paces and quick introduction, he set out to recline in what he believed was the most comfortable place in existence. One time, the man had gone on a rant about the eloquence of his chair. ”This chair is the perfect seating device! The massager of my rear, the upholder of my gluteus region, the perfect compliment to my enticing rump! It shall mold my glorious halves into a perfectly comfortable state of sereni-” And then Moto accidentally spilled coffee on Mr. R, freeing him from his daze, yet doomed him to a rolling mess of sizzling pain. Anyways, the teacher’s heart was surely shattered when he fell backwards onto the plywood stage. Moto shook his head out of sympathy, but his mind was soon overridden with the task of ascertaining a partner. Not to his surprise and unsure of whether it was to his avail, Viena applied to be his fellow comrade in arms. The boy paused as he processed the last line of her query. His back and limbs instantly stiffened, like a patient who was just diagnosed with a fatal disease and was left in mind-numbing shock. He froze entirely, exempting the feverish blush which stretched across his face. ”...Eh?” Was all he could blurt out, still left in awe at the Viena’s unforeseen phrasing. Moto quickly cleared his mind and frivolously nodded and took the girl by both hands, interlocking their fingers. Kinda looked funny comparing the sets of fingers together. ”A-a-alright, let’s go.” He eased out as he stood up. Already Fumiko and Yua had descended upon Mr. R, quick to be the first tested. It was surprisingly easy to guide the girl halfway down the steps, as if she was weightless. They were halfway down the steps by the time Moto deduced this lack of weight was too unusual. He glanced at his back and realized that Viena had disappeared, yet in his hands were brass knuckles. ”...Erm. Viena?” He asked innocently, only now noticing that she had remain quiet during their descent through the bleachers.

Viena Winters

A faint laugh came from Viena as Moto protested his supposedly fragile state with a wave of his hands claiming his reflexes would put him out of danger. The boy's protests came to halt as the sound of classroom door clanking against the wall, the action putting much of the class's chatter to an end as an interesting looking teacher came through. Arching an eyebrow as Viena saw that Moto gave the man a familiar nod before shrugging it off ~Well, he did some work with the school before even attempting to become a Meister.~. The teacher's presence did little to quieten the excitement of a few select students as two girls became a wreaking ball nearly crashing into the instructor with their eagerness.

Her own blush had completely faded as she mentally pictured the cogs of Moto's brain processing her suggestion as well as her..scambled phrasing of her request. Only a single noise of confusion escaped the boy's mouth as Viena sighed as once again at the thought of having to repeat herself. Her eyes widened in shock as the exact opposite occurred and the shy boy took action grasping her hands tightly in his own. Now it was Viena's turn to be at lost for words as she found herself mutely being lead down the steps of the classroom..in front of everyone. If there ever a brighter shade of red to be discovered, Viena would claim to discover it as her face heated up even more as the boy accepted her request with a shaking voice.


Her throat felt dry as she struggled to find the words to put an end to her current predicament. It was not often she became this flustered..it made her normally clear mind nearly impossible to navigate, forget about even forming a complete sentence. Despite being a Weapon, or even as a human who could easily fling this 'captor' down these steps with a single blow there was another natural reaction that ouccred in Viena's troubled mind. Flight, the second reaction any animal cornered would have..her version of flight would be seeking refugee and tranquility in her Weapon form. Her soul seemed to sing with joy as she found herself in Weapon form..the familiar scent of rain around her. A light breeze tickled her form as she watched the 'clouds' drift by ready to give their precious cargo to the world. This was her happy place..a quiet place about to let down a fresh layer to rain. To anyone outside of it all it would appear that the blushing girl had turned into a pair of brass knuckles..much to the apparent confusion of Moto as his voice echoed throughout the hillside.

Letting out a small gasp of embarrassment as Viena apologized hurriedly "I am sorry about this Moto. I hadn't mean to transform..I was..flustered. Just give me a moment and do not..put me on? Just listen to what I am saying and don't drop me!". Her last few words were relatively snappish as it was never pleasant to be dropped by a careless Meister as it resulted in bruises that would appear ever so conveniently on her body later that day. Hoping her potential partner understood the urgency of her words as Viena took a deep breath to calm her frantic soul and steady her emotions before shifting back into her human form.

Unfortunately, it seemed Moto wasn't prepared for that sudden change in weight as Viena found herself on Moto, her muscled mass easily overpowering the strength of the boy's arms resulting in both falling to the floor. Thankfully on the floor, not falling down the steps. Still there was problem as Moto's hands were still in act of holding onto something..expect it wasn't her Weapon form it was to put it bluntly her ass.Once again the blush appeared again as Viena rapidly stood up and apologized before turning her attention to the teacher and stating in short clipped tone in an effort to not betray her embarrassment "Well, it seem that Moto and I are compatible on some level as partners. Will you need further demonstration Mr. R?".

Deep within her heart past the waves of embarrassment, there was an inkling of curiosity as most Meisters would have immediately dropped her out out of pure defense as shocks would begin to pop off from the metal knuckles. There was something different when she was being held by Moto..comforting in her Weapon form, she did not appreciate the accidental groping thank you very much!

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Mei looked at him as he told her a bit more about himself."You have older brothers? Your lucky.. My brother died from cancer." When Mei said that she felt her eyes become even more blurry, and she felt like she was going to explode- And then he told her his real name."Macken- Mac.. Oh cool name." Mei said and smiled, wiping the thought about her brother away.

Then- He asked her to become his partner."I-I'd love to be your partner!" Mei said, and grinned wildly."Let me show you my weapon form- But remember, please don't drop me.. It hurts." Mei stated firmly- And then BOOM! She was morphed into a 6" spear, double bladed- And sharp. Mei floated around in what she'd like to call 'Her Safe Place'.. Like always she was well.. Naked in that 'Safe Place' but no one could see her- So she was fine. "Try me out!" Mei said, her face rippling on one side of the blade.

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Mr.R watched the kids slowly start to get to know each other- Reminding him more about his meister life than ever. It killed him inside to watch them.. Especially those who were shy.. Like his wife. He could have protected her.. But he didn't. Soon two girls were up in his face- tumbling on top of him. "We need to see your wave lengths.." He said and looked at the one who he assumed was a weapon. "Turn into a weapon- I'll test your wave lengths- Just swing her around - Test her out." Mr.R said, while he brought out his 'Wave Length tester' and shoved it in front of them- It was just a box with a special camera.

Mr.R looked at the blonde tall girl come over and ask him if Moto and her could be partners. "Wait in line- I need to test your wave lengths no matter what." Mr. R said, then turned to face the the two girls.

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”Of course I can fight – and I can choose whoever I like too, which is you.” She promptly replied to the boy, pushing herself up from his desk as she stood upright. Looking down at the boy Quarrie towered over him a little, which she found quite amusing. His sudden transformation was quite surprising, she hadn’t expected him to be that capable for some reason, but at least is showed he had potential and maybe her choice wasn’t that bad.

Once she saw the revolver emerge and drop to the desk, Quarrie quickly reached over and picked the hand-canon up and held him securely in her hands. A big smile was present on her lips, as the girl was thrilled to have a gun! It was her ideal weapon for combat – not that she had ever used many at all, but she had always viewed them as something of an interest to her. ”I’ll wield you, no problem.” She said confidently as she held the weapon, seemingly easily enough wasn’t it?

Quarrie tried to keep her mind clear, knowing it would be wise if she was going to properly wield Barry and use him efficiently. With a deep breath, she dropped one hand and stretched out the other one, which held the revolver, and aimed it out in front of her. It took a bit of effort to keep the weapon held up with only one hand, but she’d persist through sheer determination. Sparing a moment to glance at the other students, she noticed some had morphed into weapons, and she spotted a few already heading to the teacher. With her confidence growing Quarrie looked to the gun in her hand, grinning as she knew she didn’t need some professor telling her what she was good at, and that she knew she could match the wavelength of Barry. She would make sure of it.

”I got this.” She whispered mostly to herself, cocking her arm straight before tilting her head just slightly. She aimed the weapon towards a wall, familiarizing her fingers against his features and trigger, and then closed one eye. Quickly after she pulled down on the trigger, eagerly firing a shot at the wall before her - though maybe a little too eagerly, as the recoil and force sent a sharp pain to her wrist as she wasn’t expecting it to be that powerful. Quarrie almost dropped the revolver because of it as her grip loosened on Barry considerably, but just as quickly, the girl grabbed the gun with both hands as she aimed the revolver towards the wall again, taking a shaky tired breath, before firing another shot just as hurriedly. Her aim was off though - not that she had any real target - but Quarrie knew she just had to keep a clear head and work with Barry, not against him. Their wavelengths had to connect, and she was determined to make it work! The impact wasn’t as heavy on the girl the second time round, perhaps due to having both hands on the weapon, but it was still something she’d have to adjust to – she was determined to get it right! No matter how long it took.

Taking a breath, the girl lowered her hands and held the gun close to her as she looked down at it. ”So what do you think, Barry?” She asked with a questioning brow. ”You think we're ready for the test?” If he said they were then she'd go to the teacher, as much as she didn't really want to.

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Baron was a little freaked out by the girls sudden movements, clearly she had no clue what went on before and he’d need to fill her in. ”We’re in class silly, you must know that much. Anyway we’re suppose to find partners,” Sitting back down and pouting to the boy, the meister sat his hands to his hips as he looked back to the sitting girl and raised a brow. ”Well, nice to meet you Amaya my name is Baron Phantom, maybe you didn’t hear, and I’m a meister looking for a weapon.”

She then looked to him with a slightly goofy grin, which Baron was a little caught-off by but he quickly regained himself, sporting a grin of his own. ”Hey, what do you know I’m a dog-guy myself, and puppies are the cutest aren’t they?” Perhaps it would break some ground between them, and he’d say anything to win her over, be it whatever. Plus it wasn’t a total lie, dogs were cool! ”So do I pass the test?” He joked, dropping his hands to her desk again as he leaned in bit more closely to the girl.

”How about transforming into your weapon form and we can see if we are compatible? Worth a shot, you know.” He spoke a moment later, before tapping a finger against the table. Baron tried to remain easy-going as he conversed with the girl, not really wanting to put her off. Really, he was quite intrigued by this little being. ”I'm ready whenever you are, Amaya.”

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Emethil looked at the boy whom gave her the seat before she took said seat. As she took out one of her books, she noticed others begin flowing in after her, and some doing something Emi couldn't, introductions to the class. That took lots of courage that Emi never seemed to have, though some broke down just like she would as far as she knows. Though as the classroom filled in, the little timid girl continued reading her book, which was a manga, disguised as a normal book, adjusting her glasses every so often, it was an interesting read, being that it was a mystery and something was always afoot, which stimulated Emi's mind as she worked through it with the character whom tried to solve said mystery as fast as he can. It wasn't as interesting as the conversations per say, but for someone whom cannot even speak sometimes to others, the book was what she had to do.

Yet soon the teacher came in, and well, it amused her since he was rather eccentric, in that he didn't seem to notice that the chair was structurally weakened from what looked like use, before basically forgetting it ever happened. He was a strange individual indeed, though what he had said next, seemed to make Emethil almost cry, he told the class about choosing partners. Which that involved a thing Emi hadn't been able to do well since before she could remember, something was always making her timid that the rest of her class, though soon the others were away and talking with each other. Leaving Emethil out and thinking she wouldn't be approached by really anyone, at least, until the boy next to her spoke, which he sounded bored for whatever reason, and upon looking at him, he seemed bored and almost annoyed about this, in sharp comparison to the blank read most would get from Emethil, though soon she nodded, as if to say yes to his offer to partner up. Without thinking ahead, wondering if he was a weapon, which she didn't realize before taking his hand with a gentle and rather cold hand, Idiku was his name. Emi's heard stranger names, including her own, before making an attempt to introduce herself, which failed as what felt like a well of nervousness came over her which felt like a stone was placed in her throat, making it difficult to be able to breathe, and talk for that matter. Slowly her pulse rose and she began to shake a little as she tried to speak again, but just couldn't. Retracting her hand, Emi thought of what to do, how to communicate, her mind raced and rushed as she tried to think of a way to talk without making an absolute fool of herself.

Though the idea presented itself as she took out a small notepad her sister gave her while packing, it was to help in case the well of nervousness came and choked her voice, she took it out, and with a pen worte what she made an attempt to say, of course with some timidity to it, "My name, is Emethil Arca, Meister. It's a pleasure...." she wrote before it became an incoherable mess of shaky writing, soon she presented her note to Idiku in hopes he wouldn't judge her. Of course, she felt that no matter what, she was going to be judged and ridiculed as per usual when people find out sheis so timid she can't even talk most of the time.

One can hope can't they?

She grinned wider at Baron and nodded "Yea sure. Anyone who likes puppies are OK by me. And I would love to show you my weapon form, but be warned. I'm sharp." She stood up beside her desk and closed her eyes picturing her weapon. She was already very good at doing this, from 3 years long of waiting to get into the DWMA. She glowed pink and turned into a Double bladed scythe that fell onto the desk. She opened her eyes and was in her favourite place, the smell of candy on the soft breeze wafting through the air.

She sighed and got back into reality looking at Baron studying her weapon, she cleared her throat and without looking to see if he was paying attention to her, she teased him. "I'm ready whenever you are, Mr.Ghost." He swung her around and she laughed, loving the feel (and smell) of the breeze as it got stronger when he swung the scythe. She looked at him and told him with a smirk. "Might wanna put me down now..." He placed her on the desk and she closed her eyes yet again and transformed back with a pink glow. Amaya put her hands on her hips. "So? What do you think?"

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Idiku took the note easily and looked at it studying it. The writing was legible. he ajusted his reading glasses. ".......Emethil Arca......" he said quietly to his self. "....and your a mister....." he then looks to her. "I'm a weapon." he then looks back at the note. After a good few minutes he slides the note back to her. He noticed that she doesn't talk much. This was great. He had a partner he could be with. Idiku looked around the room and seen pairs showing off their skills and weapons. He then cracked his knuckles and adjusted his glasses "I'm guessing you want to see my weapon form?" he asked her. This was the make or break. He only knew the form of ranged weapons. He needed to make sure that that was what she could use. Idiku put away his reading glasses. He then stood up in the chair. he put a hand on the desk and stood on that one hand. He was upside down and holding with one hand. Idiku then said "Get ready." Then he tuned into a gun.
He was balanced the stock being where his hand was. "Fire off a few times and I will adjust to be more to you likings."

Mac was a little shocked that Mei just up and told a total stranger such as him about her dead brother. He wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. Likely she turned into her weapon form before he had to respond to her. He raised his eyebrow at her spear form. Not what he was hoping for in a partner, but she'll work. Mac grabbed her shaft, and tossed her between hands to get a feel for her. "Don't be such a girl! I'm not going to drop you!" Mac smirked as he spun her around his hands with finesse.

"Yeah, I can work with you!" Mac said as he started twirling her around his arms. "Light, long, and top heavy. What every man wants in a woman!" Mac commented. Mei almost slipped from his hands, but he's got the reflexes of a cat, and caught her. "Gottcha! See? You worry too much." He smirked. "Alright let's go get signed up or whatever it is we need to do." Mac stated. "I can't wait to get through all this crap, and get to fighting monsters!" He could see the monster fights now.

Mac swung Mei around his head, and placed her across his shoulders. He strolled on over to the teacher, Mr. R who was already testing some students wavelength. He cut ahead of the other students who were waiting in line. "Hey teach! Let's get this show on the road! I got monsters to fight!" Mac smugly stated. "Somebody here has to be the one to collect the souls! Might as well be me."

"Name's Solomon, Mac Solomon. And this is my weapon Mei Hasimoto. Better remember it teach, won't be long until Mei's a death scythe!" Mac introduced themselves with obvious overconfidence. He was very sure of himself.

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Baron stood and watched as the girl transformed before him. By her little remark that she was ‘sharp’ the boy began to quickly think of what she could be, although anything sharp was bound to be ace! Within the passing moments a double-blades scythe landed emerged into vision and dropped onto the desk. Blinking, the boy couldn’t believe such a weapon lurked within such a sweet-looking girl! What luck. His focus was broken when the girl spoke just then, referring to him as ‘Mr. Ghost’. ”Heh, cute.”

Instinctively picking the weapon up Baron gave the scythe a few easy swings at first, testing its feel and weight against him, before going a little bit fancy as he twirled her round his fingers and once over his head at a quick pace. However once hearing Amaya saying something, the boy gave a nod and carefully placed the weapon back onto the desk. Just as quickly the girl reverted back to her human-self, putting her ands to her hips as she questioned the meister.

”Weeeeell… I think you‘re a pretty hell-of-a cool weapon, Amaya.” He replied with a grin, reaching his hand over as he ruffled the girls hair in an amusing manner. After all, she was shorter than he was and most likely younger by her mannerisms, but that was cool. Just meant he’d need to keep an eye on her more and keep her out of trouble, and make sure he didn’t mess up either - as it would all come back to him at some point. ”I think a scythe is the coolest weapon ever, and you‘re a double-bladed one too! So you‘re extra awesome, that‘s for sure. And, you‘re pretty light to move around so I think we could make a great team.”

Glancing away he noticed students were heading for the teacher to get their wavelengths tested, and it made sense for them to go over too, just to make sure they could actually function as a team. ”Come on, we best get over there and show those losers who the real champions are, eh? Let‘s go Amaya.” Motioning with his hand he beckoned for the small girl to follow, as the meister turned and began to walk over to the small group of students and teacher. Once there he stood calmly and seemingly waited with everyone else, turning to see if Amaya was beside him. However, when about to say something he heard some other guy talking, clearly impatient as he was apparently in a hurry to go fight monsters. Jeez, one of those ones. Chuckling, Baron turned to Amaya once she caught up with him, before raising his hand to the side of his mouth and amusingly said to her, ”Bet ya‘ that clown is the first to lose, I can tell.”

He also looked over to Quarrie who was messing around with a gun of some sort, he guessed it was that other short boy from before. What fun. He mentally teased to himself, before looking at the other students near him, wondering when things would move on. Though in the meantime as they waited, he guessed, Baron figured he'd get to know Amaya a bit better. ”Say, Amaya, how long you been in Death City? You new here, or what?”

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South America - Two Years ago


”Wait, why is she here?!” He thought to himself as he lied there on a jungle floor, still in a daze from the punt he suddenly received to the chest. ”And why does this combat uniform have to be so heavy? I can barely get up.” With a quick glance to his side, he spotted the onyx chainsaw resting a few feet away, the initials ’FT’ stenciled into its side. Fumiko was probably a tad pissed that he had lost his grip while flying backwards, but it wasn’t Moto’s fault she was hard to swing around. After affirming the girl’s wellbeing, he quickly diverted his attention to the more prominent problem. The previous question still repeated itself in his head, unsure of her presence. Meters before them was young woman in similar attire, standing bravely against an Arachnophobian stone golem. The mindless creature attempted to strike the weapon down, yet her right arm transformed into a gleaming scythe blade within the blink of an eye. She may be an adult, but weapons are unable to stand against opponents on their own. The boy gritted his death and forced himself onto his feet, refusing to idly remain on the sidelines.

”Ms. Rem-” The boy began to call out before he broke off into a brisk sprint towards the sprawl. Neither the cries from the chainsaw nor the explosions ringing in the distance distracted the boy. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins and the will to save a close friend, which he had lost many of in the past weeks. Yet it was a meaningless plight to ascertain the unobtainable. The woman managed to parry one more attack and displaced the brute’s footing momentarily, yet the stony beast soon retorted by bringing down its limb yet again. It was obvious that she was out of energy, and had already accepted the outcome. She took one last glance at the boy running towards her with an outstretched hand, the sense of accomplishment and contempt painted on her face as she her clock ceased to tick. Where she had stood was only a formation of stone bricks connected to a monster. He had failed yet again. The boy spun around at the sound of hurried footsteps. A squad of academy members were rushing towards them, the leader’s iconic labcoat blew with the wind as he came to a halt. The man already knew of the aftermath before he had even arrived, yet nothing could prepare him for the sight before him. Not even his tinted spectacles could hide the bewilderment filling his eyes.

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”Um, alright…” Was all the boy could muster after being directed by Viena to not drop her. Moto had no intentions of dropping the knuckles, as he would probably receive a swift kick to the groin in response. He wasn’t able to ponder much before the blonde suddenly appeared in his arms. He felt like a male anime protagonist catching a girl falling from the sky, a common trope and kickstarter to some series. Thankfully unlike half of the related animes, Viena was fully clothed. Yet rather than falling gently into his arms in a daze, the heroine instead suddenly materialized in his arms and instantly shattered his meekly stance. The boy emitted a high-pitched yelp as he fell to the floor with his hands firmly keeping the girl in his arms, although they were against something a bit squ- ”Holy shit I’m a dead man.” He thought as he braced himself for the inevitable backhand to the face. Yet to his surprise Viena shot to her feet and pieced together her stern expression. She further claimed that the two were obviously compatible, to which Moto could only offer a quickened nod.

Even though he appeared flushed and distraught on the outside, he was truly pacified by the recent event. In the few moments he was given to analyze Viena’s weapon form, he was rest assured that they were indeed coherent. Light-weight and sturdy, the alloyed knuckles could still pack a punch- literally. A perfect weapon for a student with a lot of endurance, yet not so much in the strength department. The boy smiled a sliver before getting to his own feet, then nodded to Mr. R. ”We’ll wait as long as we need, Sir. Take your time.” Already other students were filing towards the bottom of the room. It was amazing how quickly people opted to form partnerships, an experience Moto has had to abstain from for the past two years. Her Highness was already testing what the boy presumed was Barry in his weapon form, firing a few wavelength projectiles into the wall. Others were already swinging their partners about. ”Time to turn that page, Kentono.” Moto gave a reassuring nod to his partner as they waited to be called up. The whole class was about to embark onto their next arc in life.

As he answered and ruffled her hair, she giggled and nodded when he said they'll be a great team. She turned her head to the massive line up at the front of the room the same time Baron did, he mentioned being champions and heading over there but all Amaya could think was. 'How are we suppose to get through that line up?' When she drifted back form reality, Amaya saw Baron heading to the line. She shook her head and skipped over beside him just in time to see a kid push past the rest of the line and basically declared himself the best as others before him. Amaya sighed and shook her head, if there was anything she hated more than sadness and darkness, it was competition. It took away all the fun of the activity and there seemed to be a lot going around. She looked at Baron as he commented on the kid. She looked at Baron again and glanced where he was looking now.

He looked at a girl who was holding a gun and smiled probably with out knowing. She smiled knowing it wasn't romantic and only friendly meaning they already knew each other. She looked away and took out a candy from her back pocket popping it in her mouth. She looked at Baron yet again as he asked her how long she's been in Death City. "Well, I've only been here a few days, I live in Santa Monica. How bout' you? Where do you live?"

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Emethil watched the boy, he was someone whom seemed different, for one he tried to see if he was compatible to Emethil, actually approaching her calmly. Which was different, though soon she noticed he was a weapon, which was fine with her, now she had a weapon courting her. The only question was, was her Soul Wavelength compatible with his, which was an easy question, since, Emi was compatible with anyone when it came to the soul. Though she wasn't any good in close range combat, it spooked her to be up close and personal with the enemy and that showed during a "training simulation" with her family and close friend. Though she picked up the gun, and finally spoke quietly,

"Hm, the materials are relatively light, movement shouldn't be hindered, appears to be a 30-06 semi-auto rifle with the potential to fire automatically, Don't have to worry about reloading, might have to do some sight tests to make sure I'm on the dot, easy trigger pull" she said before aiming outside, firing a few shots making sure she wouldn't scare anyone else, "Low recoil, won't have to adjust much to aim after firing. Good." she stopped, realizing she was going on a tangent and probably boring her new partner, though she still held the gun with gentle hands. Which is normal for her, she was always gentle with weapons, people or not, she looked at Idiku and nodded, figuring that he was adjusting a bit to Emi, which was understandable. Emi took a few steps down and began to wait in the line to wait for the teacher to get to her.

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Mei smiled as she was spun around by Mac. "Weeeeee~!" She screeched, and put her arms out in the dark matter she was currently residing in. "That was fun! Do it again Mac!" Mei said and smiled- And stretched out, while he got in line with her. Mei changed back- Fully clothed, but instead of landing on the ground safely, there she was-

Slammed down on Mac like he was a cushion. Mei got up and freaked out, wondering if he was ok."Omigosh! Are you ok Mac?" She asked and went to help him."I'm so sorry- I'm such a klutz!" Mei apologized as she helped him up.

Mei looked down at the ground- Embarrassed by her clumsy self.. Though she was always embarrassed of herself. She then looked at Mac with a smile. "I've always wanted to become a death scythe, it's become my dream ever since I figured out that I was a weapon." Mei said and tilted her head with a cute grin on her face. "I'm talking to much- Aren't I?"

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Mr.R looked at the pair as they did a little dance with each other- At least Mr.R liked to call it dancing. He looked at his 'Wave Length Tester' and saw that they were a prefect fit. The meister soon remarked that her weapon was badass, and Mr.R replied."Yea, yea.. Anyways Moto, you and your weapon?" He said, waving them over. Him and Moto had a weird relationship- Since that kid Well kinda almost saved his wife's life. Geez- He owed him big time.

Mr. R sighed and felt his eyes blurring.'Don't.. Cry.. Not in front of the.. Class.' He thought he and took a deep breath, wondering if his wife had said anything to Moto he might want to know- So he looked at Moto- And waved him over, ready to askthe question he's been wondering for a year.

It was surprising to say the least how quickly Moto was able to compose himself after..the incident as well as taking the lead in getting the teacher's attention to be tested. Letting out a soft breath as Viena slowly calmed her heart rate down and began focusing on her transformation. In truth, she wasn't that experienced in transforming just yet at a moment's instance unless the situation was as stressful as before..her emotional state seemed to quicken the process. However, being an emotional wreak would do little in an actual combat situation so she would have to learn how go about the change in a relaxed or at least calm state of mind. Without warning, Viena grasped Moto's hands in hers taking the lead this time, her eyes giving him a silent order to not make a sound as it would make the situation all the more awkward if both their faces started doing a performance of blushing tangos.


Hoping the taller of the two would understand her urgency as she slowly felt the noise fade away from the environment, only the sound of her heartbeat echoing in her ears, visually her soul as it began to hum ever so slightly with energy. There was a minor pop of electricity in front of Moto as her soul responded to her call to shift into her Weapon form. In her place, a pair of brass knuckles snuggly kept against the Meister's knuckles as the reflection of Viena's face slowly formed on the one of the rings. Her face was vacant as she said "Now I am going to test something..just don't start swinging..yet. It won't end well if someone accidentally gets stunned due to your flailing around..". Her face vanished as she let her hair down from tight bun letting it hang loose on her shoulders as a faint smile came upon her face as the clouds of her 'place' began to grow darker and darker, even the atmosphere had changed as tiny particles of electricity began appearing in front of her. Well, it more so fragments of a soul wavelength being shaped by her own, a joyful laugh escaped her as a single bolt of lightning danced across the sky, followed by the loud bass of thunder as the fragments glowed for a moment then vanished.

A few moments later in the 'real' world, the metal rings began to hum slightly and then small sparks began popping off their surface followed by a brief appearance of white static before it faded away. Viena's face once again reflected in one of the rings inquiring in a teasing tone "Well the fact that you aren't flat on your back twitching is good thing..and I am not spewing up blood is another positive. Hopefully that did not..shock.. you too much. You see I can create..I suppose you could call it static shocks using my soul wave length and my Weapon shape happens to be the perfect conductor for it. Don't get too excited though..it's hard for me to maintain it on my own. If we able to successfully work together, it may improve. Just don't ever call me Sparky..". Arching a brow at the Meister as she said in a inquiring tone "So I am assuming you are going to want to hit something..just don't knock anyone unconscious please it's a pain getting blood on me in this shape as it ends up everywhere on my clothes..Well it's your move kid..".

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Barry soon found that his new found meister was pretty well versed with wielding guns. Peering through the flashy shine in the barrel, he looked around the room. Everyone was also picking out their weapons and meister pairings. Time to go talk to the teach, eh? Barry transformed back into his human form, with his back to Quarrie. He knew that he enjoyed the transformations strange sensation. It felt cool, sending tingles into his head that made him relax.

" Alrighty. That was fun. But I guess it's time to get out wavelengths tested, Quarrie. Er, Queen. I should find out what to nickname everyone, shouldn't I? Anyways, it's time to got see the teach himself..."

He turned to face Queen, and extended his hand as a gesture for a handshake. His eyes met hers, and he smiled.

"Friend, meister, partner, and Queen."

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Three Weeks Ago, Funeral of Anne Hendrixen
Barry sat quietly in his small chair. He many people crying, in dark suits and dresses. Family, friends, and loved ones in attendance of Barry's former meister's funeral. She had supposedly killed herself, with a knife. Barry wasn't welcomed, as he became a suspect for many of the members of her family. They had only known each other for one and a half weeks, but still became great friends. Her father even screaming at Barry to not attend the event. It was depressing. It is depressing. It forever will be depressing. Barry, at the end of the funeral and ridicule, placed some flowers at her headstone. It was in the shape of a large heart, with her name on a plate in the middle. It really hurts to look into the heart of someone you once loved, you know?

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The boy made a perplexed expression after being requested to idly remain on stand-by. Viena’s stern face transitioned into the gleam of the brass ring fastened around his finger. He tilted his head at the suspensions brewed by his partner’s ceasing of communication. After Fumiko and Yua had moved clear out of the way and the line of students was a decent distance, the metal knuckles began to produce sparks out of nowhere. Moto was definitely caught off guard, his surprised demeanor and eminated a short cry. Rather than flailing his arms frantically, he instead kept them jutted outwards as they began to generate heat and electricity. If asked to summarize the feeling, the student could only compare the experience by referencing a trip to Alaska he had to take for a school assignment. During the duration of the mission, he was clinging to a portable heater like it was his newlywed.

The jolts of electricity gave a last hurrah by creating a clutter of energy. Unfortunately, the created light died down as soon as it appeared. The boy let out a sigh of relief as nothing else life threatening occurred. Thankfully he didn’t spontaneously combust or suddenly catch on fire. Instead the blonde’s face returned to the same ring and stated that was their current extent of the ability, but more practice would lead to improvement. Moto could only give a devoted not in response, yet thrashing around any more school property was out of the question. ”Eeeeeh, sorry Viena. I can’t break anymore chairs, I don’t think R would be able to endure such hardship. I can give a few punches through the air though. Just imagine I’m beating up a yakuza, alright?”

He ended off the sentence in a hopeful tone before scrutinizing his complexion. The boy shifted his stance into one utilized for combat, mimicking countless meisters and other heroic figures he had observed in the past. Over the past two years Moto had only subsided to taking the required amount of PE and had next to none experience in any form of physical arts. He was like a white dove attempting to spread the wings of a proud eagle. It would take some conditioning to get used to such a sudden change of pace. He brought up his fists to head level and presumed the figure of an ordinary boxer, yet he lacked the refined and passionate form most professionals had. Instead a timid figure stood with brass knuckles at the ready, but appeared he could be pushed over with a light gust of wind. Even today he was unsure why he forced himself into this new lease on life terminology. The student was happy finding refuge behind a desk, with a pen in hand and a pair of glasses squishing his head.

Alas, here he was, taking on an arduous and insurmountable task. Moto let out a few sighs as he attempted to give a few succinct jabs, then proceeded with an uppercut. Viena’s weapon form was light enough that it barely restricted the boy’s movement, just as he had guessed previously. The two were able to fluently move, putting Moto even more at ease. After repeating the same process a few times over, he let out a tired sigh and turned to his teacher. ”Good morning R. Glad to see you got that coffee stain out of your Monday coat! I’ll have the last of my reports in later today.” With that, he gave a succinct bow to his older friend. It was obvious the spectacled teacher was in distress, yet was holding back any surfacing feelings for the sake of his pupils. ”I believe that’s all, we’ll move on for the next duo.” He made sure to keep the exchange of words short and sweet. After all, there was time for conversation once class was over. Time was of the essence.

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Quarrie looked to the boy as he transformed, giving him a friendly smile as she sat her hands against her hips. ”It was fun, and at least I know now to keep both hands on you.” The girl – though appearing confident enough, could only hope their wavelengths matched. So far things were going not too badly, and if she just kept focused then things would progress just as well, if not better. Sighing, Quarrie knew it was time to face the teacher, and once forcing a smile she relaxed just a little. As she was about to turn and head off Barry turned to her, offering out his hand for her to shake.

Looking at the boy briefly, Quarrie slowly held her hand out and took hold of his, squeezing it a little as they shared a handshake. ”Yeah, I am your partner, no matter what. And, when it’s proven that you’re the only weapon fit for me, you’re going to be stuck with me for the rest of our time here – I hope you’re ready for that.” Grinning, she held more tightly onto his hand before pulling the short boy forward as she then turned, ”Now come on, let’s show that teacher we mean business.”

Pulling Barry with her, she held his hand and gently dragged him with her as the girl walked over to the group of students that stood near the teacher. Once they were with the other students Quarrie took the chance to eye up her competition more closely, especially the meisters. So far she only knew Baron, her only worthy challenge. Besides him, there was a short boy with purple hair – he didn’t look that capable as a meister, in her opinion. Not to mention the stuck-up guy who thought he was better than everyone else – he just annoyed her more than anything. Then there was the girl she had met, the orange-haired one, who was not as bad in comparison to the boys.

When about to add further comment the girls attention was caught by the - previously assumed 'weaker' meister in her opinion, who was one of the next students to be chosen. He seemed to bear brass knuckles of some sort, his weapon obviously, though the thought of those two paired together sort-of amused her in an odd way. From what she had noticed of the weapon-girl before, she was perhaps his opposite in every way - and yet here they were, together, as a team! It was intriguing, however, despite wanting to watch the pair more Quarrie refocused her thoughts yet again.

As she stood briefly waiting the girl looked to Barry, releasing his hand quickly after when realizing she had still been holding it. ”Follow me Barry, we're doing this now - line or no line.” With a swish of her ponytail the young meister held her head high as she walked forward past the handful of students who stood, making her way up to the teacher before giving him a slight curtsy and bowed her head. ”I am Queen, sir. My partner is Barry and we are ready, whenever you are.” She informed the man in a polite tone, returning to her upright position as she stood and waited his response. Indeed, Quarrie meant business. She viewed herself as the most determined meister there and waiting around was not her style. Plus, the sooner they got it over - the better.

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Baron looked to the short girl as she spoke, before tapping a finger against his chin as he thought. ”Where do I live? Well, here and there I guess. I’ve lived in Death City for a few years now though my living arrangements are always changing.” He told her and then shrugged. ”It’s better that way ‘cause no one can hunt me down find me, you know.” Something of a lone-wolf the boy was hard to track down, which he often enjoyed. Dropping his hand and rested it to his hip the boy sighed quietly, raising the other hand and fidgeted with his goggles. ”But regardless, I aim to be the best meister I can be. It’s why I’m here, and with a bit of luck, I’ll make you into a death scythe in no time. I think we can manage that, no biggie.”

Glancing away he noticed the girls were done and now a new pair was being put to the test. Soon enough they would be chosen, but in the meantime it didn’t seem like they were going anywhere, even though could focus on nothing more than testing himself with Amaya. ”Man these guys move slow.” He sulked, hunched over a little as he stretched his arms downwards. ”It’d be quite funny if we were a match, as it would out of pure chance we met, don’t you think Amaya?”

Witnessing Quarrie heading further up suddenly caught the boys attention, witnessing the ponytail-girl approach the professor and introducing herself. He was tempted to join her, but in a weird way he liked the thought of holding off for now, just to see.

Idiku changes form back into a person. He stares into blank space then smiles then looks to Emethil "Alright, my studies have payed off. I am the better version of the standard weapon. Anyways we need to go talk to Mr. R." Idiku takes off the glasses and puts them in his pocket. He was happy to know that all the work he did was for something. Hours and hours sitting at a computer and gun ranges studying every little detail. Even the rounds he studied. He counted every little speck of gunpowder in a perfect round. The one round with no small kick and a large amount of power. He put the smile away and looked back to Emethil. "Well lets go see if we are going to be partners or not shall we?" he hops over a desk and he stands at the stairs. Turning back waiting to see what she was going to do. He held out his hand. He had another thought what if It said no. He was glad that he had chose this girl for the fact that she knew her guns. This may be his first friend in a long time. Well the first one to not call him a freak as soon as they found out what he was. Then some memories came back. Ones he did not like. Idiku then just focused on what was happening now. Now was all that mattered. Now was all he had. Now was great. At least that was the exercise his therapist taught him.