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Amaya Sakura

"The first to forget, is the happiest."

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a character in “Soul Eater : The New Gen”, as played by xxSilver_Wolfxx

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"If you don't have a smile, I'll give you one of mine."



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Full Name: Amaya Sakura
   
Gender: Female
   
Age: 14
   
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Weapon Type: Double bladed Scythe
A double bladed scythe that is gray and pinkish-red with golden details. On one of the ends there is and a white angel wing.



ImageHair Color: Light brown
   
Eye Color: Dark brown
   
Height: 4'5
   
Weight: 98 pounds

Tattoos: None
   
Piercings: Ear piercings
   
Scars: None
   
Oddities:
She's allergic to bees, but since she's always eating
something sweet, they seem to follow her.



Personality:
Fun-loving, Cry-baby, Greedy, Dim
Amaya is a little weird, and she's been like that since she was in the crib.

Fun-loving:
Amaya loves to have fun all the time, you could find her
playing outside on nice days or bouncing around with candy
on others. She grew up in a happy house, there wasn't
really anything bad that happened in her family. So
she never really knew of the dangers and sadness in the
outside world before.

Cry-baby:
Amaya cries a lot over stupid stuff, like
falling on her face, or getting really hungry
and there's no food. She tries not to most
of the time, but sometimes it doesn't help
and she just ends up crying her head off.

Greedy:
Being an only child can have it's benefits, but also down falls.
Amaya was always getting what she wanted throughout elementary
school. That caused her to start stealing stuff from her peers, only
food though! She's become quite good at it and can steal food
from your bag in a few seconds without you noticing.

Dim:
Dim, as in, not very smart. Amaya did grow up
with out sadness, but unfortunately, also brains. Don't get
me wrong, she still did OK in school and passed most
of her tests, but the only thing she could really get her
head around was languages. Her family was bilingual since
her father went on business trips to Japan, and he taught Amaya
the Japanese language.

   
Hobbies:
~Eating~
~Visiting her friends~
~Shopping~

Habits:
~Can't stop eating~
~Tends to interrupt people sometimes~
~Annoys a lot of people~
     
Likes/Loves:
  • Food
  • Puppies & Kitties
  • Fun
  • When other people are having fun
  • Did I say food?

Dislikes/Hates:
  • Party Poopers
  • Boring Lessons
  • Creepy Crawlies
  • Sad people
  • Being tired

Strengths:
~Tends to make anyone around her happy~
~Fast. Very fast when she wants to be.~
~Can speak full Japanese, English and some French~


Weaknesses:
~Allergic to bees~
~Very annoying to some people~
~A little dim, still doesn't understand most adult conversations~




ImageHistory: Amaya grew up in Santa Monica, California. She was an only child whose Dad went daily on business trips across the ocean to Japan. He taught her Japanese and she learnt English from school. She loved when her and others around her were happy. She developed skills in stealing(only food.) and charisma as she went through elementary school.

The first time she found out she was a weapon, was in 5th grade. It was time to go home and all the kids were running out the school, Amaya got tripped by a 6 or 7th grader and fell down the steps. She screamed on the way down and caused a commotion, everyone went silent after they saw her left leg and right arm had turned into two sharp enough blades to pierce skin.

She had to wait 3 years to go to the DWMA to learn how to control it, which lead to some unexpected accidents and becoming a very girl in school. She was so excited to finally be coming to the DWMA.



Face Claim: Taiga Aisaka

So begins...

Amaya Sakura's Story

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Character Portrait: Mei Hasimoto Character Portrait: Fumiko Tatchibana Character Portrait: Yua Takenaka Character Portrait: Moto S. Kentono Character Portrait: Baron Phantom Character Portrait: Amaya Sakura Character Portrait: Mac Solomon Character Portrait: Barry Thomas Pyawasit Character Portrait: Viena Winters Character Portrait: Emethil Arca Character Portrait: Alviss Vint Svent Character Portrait: Sampson D. Character Portrait: Idiku Solomon Maranaki
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ImageImageImage Mei stood at the bottom of the stairs of DWMA, wondering how she'll get up. "Oh man.." She grumbled and rubbed her head, starting to climb the stairs, knowing she had to get it over with some day. She dragged her bag up with her, wondering how much time it'll take to get up the stairs- And who was the fastest to get up the stairs."Wowzers.. This is going to take awhile.." She mumbled and rubbed her back, already feeling the burn, only after five minutes of these darned stairs."I.Will.Make.it!" Mei groaned and kept walking. Mei stopped for a moment, and took out her headphones and phone from her bag and started to play Human by Krewella.

Is anybody there?
Does anybody care
What I'm feeling?
I wanna disappear
So nobody can hear
Me when I'm screamin'

'Cause I could use a hand sometimes
Yeah, I could use a hand sometimes

They say pain is an illusion
This is just a bruise
And you are just confused
But I am only human
I could use a hand sometimes
I am only human


Mei hummed along to the song, trying to keep her mind off her wobbly knees, and deer like legs- She wasn't very strong, she was more like her weapon form, tall, but skinny. mei stopped to take a breath, as she sat down on the stairs and took a nice look at Death City, her new home. "It looks so small from up here.." Mei sighed, and got back up, almost up the stairs."Cmon.. Mei just run from here.." Mei said to herself, as she used the last bit of her energy to shred up the stairs.As Mei got to the top- TO the very top she collapsed on the ground all of her muscles in pain.

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Character Portrait: Mei Hasimoto Character Portrait: Fumiko Tatchibana Character Portrait: Yua Takenaka Character Portrait: Moto S. Kentono Character Portrait: Baron Phantom Character Portrait: Amaya Sakura Character Portrait: Mac Solomon Character Portrait: Barry Thomas Pyawasit Character Portrait: Viena Winters Character Portrait: Emethil Arca Character Portrait: Alviss Vint Svent Character Portrait: Sampson D.
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Fumi heard the sounds of clamoring about as she woke up and bumped her head on the shelf above her in the janitor's closet, or as she calls it 'her home.' For years now she had been assistant janitor, living in this closet and training with the janitor to become a top-notch weapon. She grinned and tied her red-bandana in her hair before running out of there and down the long halls, ignoring the photos of previous teachers, famous meisters, and the like. A tiny squeal escaped her lips as she pushed open the main door to look down the stairs at the new sign-ups, they were like her. They were here to learn. Fumi wanted to know who her partner would be. She wondered momentarily. Then sighing she began sprinting down the daunting stairs towards everyone.

Looking about she saw people of many different breeding coming here. It was amazing to see people her age! She was used to the faces of a select few adults working in the Academy. On her way down the steps she passed a girl with headphones in.

"Hello!" Fumi chirped happily as she dashed past the girl. Yeah, Fumi realized she was gonna have to go back up all these steps but for now she wanted to see everyone. She wanted to experience walking up them with the same excitement everyone else had. At the bottom of the steps she puffed out a heavy breath before turning on her heel to face the steps.

"Excelsior!"
Fumi shouted boldly puffing up her chest laughing confidently. Fumi noted while she was pumping herself up for the climb a boy tripped and fell. She gasped a bit but shook her head as he took off toward the top. She placed her left foot on the first step and shivered with anticipation. Fumi had walked up and down these stairs thousands of times but now. . . She was a student.

She began walking up the stairs slowly at first but then as her excitement built her pace increased, until she was practically sprinting up the steps. Once she arrived at the top she stretched and grinned to see the girl with headphones, and a woman who looked very physically tough. Fumi cocked her head to the right slightly and practically sang.

"Hey there! My name is Fumiko Tatchibana, call me Fumi. It's so nice to see you here! I'm sure we'll all become great friends huh?" With that she hugged the other two people whilst giggling. Then releasing them she sighed and turned before walking into the building. She trotted her way down the hall, making her way into the room where introductions were to be made. Inside she saw the boy who had fallen. She skipped over and plopped down next to him.

"Hey there! I saw the spill you took on the stairs, you okay?"

Fumi asked with a little snicker. This was going to be amazing. She was so excited. This was the day her teacher had been telling her about her whole time here. All of it was so amazing to Fumi, nothing else mattered.

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Character Portrait: Mei Hasimoto Character Portrait: Fumiko Tatchibana Character Portrait: Yua Takenaka Character Portrait: Moto S. Kentono Character Portrait: Baron Phantom Character Portrait: Amaya Sakura Character Portrait: Mac Solomon Character Portrait: Barry Thomas Pyawasit Character Portrait: Viena Winters Character Portrait: Emethil Arca Character Portrait: Alviss Vint Svent Character Portrait: Sampson D.
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'Make sure to trust your gut. If something doesn't feel right it's okay to run.'

'Yes Niichan.'

'And if you don't like your partner don't be afraid to tell someone about it.'

'What ever you say Niichan.'

'And be su-'

'Oisan.' A soft voice drifted down and caused the two siblings to freeze. 'Our little Yua-Chan can take care of herself. The DWMA isn't that scary.'

Daichi sighed and leaned against the wall. 'I know Oba. It's just...' In a flash he moved and wrapped both arms around Yau. He was tall enough to lift her off her feet. 'Imouto is just a child! And she's going off to fight monsters?'

'I'm sixteen Dachi.' Spoke Yua. Though her face was pressed into Dachi's side so it came out more like, 'Immft sifdeen!'

Not noticing his sisters problem Dachi continued holding Yau close to him. 'She's so cute and little and innocent! What if she gets hurt?'

Nariko, who Yua was sure was the nest aunt ever, just calming walked towards the siblings and pried them apart. Yua stumbled to the side and breathed in great gasps of air. She loved her big brother, she really did. But the twenty seven year old didn't know when to quit.

The rest of her family had already said their goodbyes and none of them had been like this. Crying? Yes. That was Yukio. Threating anyone who'd break her heart? Yes. The triplets. Promising to write? That went to her parents.

But Dachi has drove three hours to get here. Yua appreciated it, and in fact she'd probably be really sad to not see him come. But here he was even more clingy then when he moved out five years ago.

He pouted at their aunt and crossed his arms. 'Oh come on. I worry.'

Nariko patted his arm and smiled. 'I know Dachi. But Yua's a big girl. She can handle herself.'

For a few moments Dachi didn't speak and Yua was worried he'd throw a fit. But finally he walked slowly over to Yua and pulled her into a much softer hug.

'Just be safe. I love you Imouto.'

Able to breath this time Yua wrapped her own arms around her brother and grinned. 'I always am Niichan. I love you more.'

They stayed in an embrace for about an moment before Dachi pulled away. 'Right.' He paused a moment to hand her bag over. 'Get going kiddo. You don't wanna be late.'

Taking her bag Yua nodded furiously. 'Okay. Bye Niichan! Bye Oba!' The group shared a wave and with that Yua was off.




Yua knew Death City like the back of her hand. She had spent days walking these streets with Nariko after they first moved her. That, along with the fact her family didn't live that far from the school Yua was at the steps within ten minutes.

She gapsed. 'Wow Yua. That's a lotta steps.....We are so not stopping. Taking it all in one go. HERE WE GO! TEAM YUA!'

She paused to strap her bag to her back, completely obviously to the people staring at her.

'Ready......one....two....THREE!' In a dash Yua took off. She leaped from step to step like a deer, careful to avoid the winded students.

It wasn't until she has 3/4ths of the way up did she start to feel winded. 'Woah....Dang. Okay. Almost there Yua. Keep going. Extra push!'

With refound vigor she sped up and reached the top of the stairs. While most had stopped Yua either didn't or couldn't. She kept going at the same speed towards her class room. There were mutters about first years that followed her but she didn't care.

She was here.

Finally Yua spotted her class room. She burst through the door with a winded yell and skidded to a stop. Unfortunately the laws of the world still worked and Yua didn't exactly stop when she planned to.

She flipped head over, landing in a mix of students and chairs. There was a scuffle but Yua soon erupted from the mess. The students she ran into climbed out and sent her dirty looks though Yau didn't care. She just picked up of the chairs and set it right before standing on it.

Hands on hips she looked out to the class. 'Yua Chieko Takenaka is here!'

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Character Portrait: Mei Hasimoto Character Portrait: Quarrie Higurashi Character Portrait: Fumiko Tatchibana Character Portrait: Yua Takenaka Character Portrait: Moto S. Kentono Character Portrait: Baron Phantom Character Portrait: Amaya Sakura Character Portrait: Mac Solomon Character Portrait: Barry Thomas Pyawasit Character Portrait: Viena Winters Character Portrait: Emethil Arca Character Portrait: Alviss Vint Svent Character Portrait: Sampson D. Character Portrait: Idiku Solomon Maranaki
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Earlier - 5:40 AM

The boy’s breath was coarse in its process of respiration. He wasn’t sure whether he was tired due to the unbearable heat, or blatant exhaustion from walking a mile and a half in such a terrain. It’s already been two years, how couldn’t he be used to the daily grind? He took a few more steps, his feet sinking into the sandy surface with every pace, before letting out a sigh of surrender as he plopped himself of the ground. The teen propped an arm against his forearm and wiped the constantly seeping sweat. During his rest under the painful rays of the sun, he unflipped a map with a plethora of routes and lines sketched onto it with a quickened hand. The boy narrowed his eyes at the sheet of people as he tried to make out his current position. He firmly held it to the pad while the wind blew grains of sand into his face. His throat was dry, his body drenched with sweat, and his eyes shot from sleep deprivation. It had indeed been a tiring and busy two years. In the span of time, he has had to support himself, watch meister pairs leave the school premise and never return, and relive the memories which devotedly haunted him throughout his days of existence. He ran a hand through his hair as he sat there on the sand dune, not wanting to make another move through life. Why did he compel himself to such an emotionally painful lifestyle? The boy was about to continue riding his train of thought before a voice called out to him. ”Oi. Kentono, quit resting on the job. Oh, and catch.”

His boss hissed at him, Moto instantly fixated his head in the man’s direction. ”Wait, wha-..?” He managed to blurt out before a water bottle came flying into his line of sight. The grogginess which once had a tight grasp on the boy quickly dissipated, he traced the trajectory of the plastic container as it arced towards him. Once it came into his reach, Moto caught it in one hand, but instantly fumbled and began to bounce the bottle back and forth. He had an expression of distraught until he finally made a firm grip around the rigid edges of the refreshment, breathing out a sigh of relief and taking a moment to close his eyes out of respite. Moto reopened them soon after and treated himself to his boss’ present. He happily quenched his thirst with the lukewarm liquid, chugging down every last drop. Once he had thoroughly cleansed the plastic of its contents, he capped it and stuffed the bottle into his bag.
”Oh, good morning sir. I was about finished with this route, then I was going to head back to the workpla-” The man held out an opened palm at the boy, swiftly ceasing his chatter with his form of eldership. ”Did you not get enough sleep last night? You’re ususally awake by this time of day, it is pretty late for you. Usually you check in around three and finish your assigned path within the glimpse of an eye. Yet you’ve been out here for the past two hours. I know we’re all used to it, but traveling through the desert without water is just idiotic. So tell me, what’s got ya all shifty?”

Moto could never get used to the accent the man had adopted after moving to Nevada from Moscow. Yet such a man was able to bridge the wide gap between nationalities, and ended up climbing the career ladder to a boss of a routing company. The boy stared at the man with a worried expression, he hesitated before divulging whatever was on his mind. ”Well, we’re getting new students today. Most of them have only trained. It pains me that I won’t see all of their faces by the end of this year.” Moto shifted his sitting a bit, uneasy from reality. ”Yeah, true. You’re starting as full-time meister this year, right? No more of that mission organizer stuff? That’ll be an interesting sight… Well, anyways, let’s pack up and head out back to HQ. You still have to shower and get ready for school. Can’t show up in that.” The boy glanced at the sand-covered poncho and lightly chuckled, then turned his gaze up to the sky. Only now was the sun finally stirring from its slumber, its slumped prongs began to reform their point. By this point, the orange eyelids had only raised a sliver. It was quite the sight to compliment the backdrop of a horizon, a collage of light-colored hues. ”Yeah… An interesting sight indeed.” His voice trailed off before the boy rose to his feet and patted the sand coating off. With a nod of affirmation, the two continued to their workplace.





Later - Who knows what time? Death time? School time?

Moto could never count how many times he walked down these melancholic roads, winding and turning with randomization and sporadic architecture. The boy was now fully awake and had his usually perky expression in play. He straightened his tie as he autonomously walked down the streets, taking the same route he had traversed every morning. At this point it was like being a robot, told to operate off of preset guidance and commands. The bustling sounds of traffic and business had become all but iconic to the boy. Being a resident of Death City for the past seventeen years, he was already used to its boiling climate and… unorthidox structure and appeal. After all, its mere instituting was contradictory. The city revolved around the training of those who would defeat takers of lives, offered an education by none other than death himself. But irony had lost its embarrassment at this point, its metallic sting no longer affected Moto. It had all become a recurring and fluent motion. One lives to die later on. That’s the gist of things. But rather than keeling over and withering away, the boy is ushered on my an unbreakable devotion. To this day, he is unable to deduce whether it is out of remorse or his refusal to be contempt with the past. After losing dear friends from both schools, he has been motivated to continue on their fight, battling in their stead. It wasn’t long before the student arrived at the iconic slew of unneeded steps scaling up to the academy’s courtyard. He had already spotted students gawking at its shining greatness. The boy ran a hand down his neck and massaged the kinks lying beneath his skin. With a sigh Moto ascended the steps, already used to their immense allotment. A boy of his physique would usually be unable to handle such a pain-inducing climb, yet after two years of attendance, he was already used to the routine.

Since it was the first day, by the end of the timespan, Moto would have found himself a partner as per tradition at the DWMA. Already aware of his classroom number and location, he passed through the halls filled with lively students until he found the door into his room. The boy was intending to quietly enter the classroom and disappear within the bleachers, yet a familiar and especially charismatic voice could be from behind the door. Moto let out a sigh before turning the knob and entering the classroom, pushing the door with all of his mass as it creaked forward. His eyes spanned all of its contents within a few moments, isolating the few students which seemed to peak out from the ordinary lots. The boy’s mouth dropped and he leaned back as he watched a pseudo-gymnast flip her way into the seating, and energetically introduced herself as Yua Takenaka. Moto was left speechless, his mind took a few seconds to process what his irises had just taken into account. They then focused on the blonde girl ecstatically talking, the owner of the high-paced voice from prior, sitting in the bleachers while terrorizing a new student. He deeply exhaled as he walked over to the girl and gave her a light chop on the head, ”Hey, tone it down a bit Fumiko. That boy just scaled the climb of his life. Let him catch a breather.” The girl was one of the few students he could joke around with in this childish demeanor, as they were both good and old friends. He glanced at the younger looking lad to her side and gave him a timid smile, ”H-hello, my name is Moto. Oh-, um, Moto Kentono. Rhymes a bit, eh?” He let out an uncomfortable laugh before taking his seat in an unoccupied row, farther to the back from the others. It was a swift retreat, which was tactful yet cowardice at the same time. The boy sighed as he leaned forward on the desk while plopping his messenger bag on the ground. Being a meister was bound to be a new experience.

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Character Portrait: Mei Hasimoto Character Portrait: Quarrie Higurashi Character Portrait: Fumiko Tatchibana Character Portrait: Yua Takenaka Character Portrait: Moto S. Kentono Character Portrait: Baron Phantom Character Portrait: Amaya Sakura Character Portrait: Mac Solomon Character Portrait: Barry Thomas Pyawasit Character Portrait: Viena Winters Character Portrait: Emethil Arca Character Portrait: Alviss Vint Svent Character Portrait: Sampson D.
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Fumiko watched as everyone filed in. Fumi looked to Moto and winked as to say sorry. Happy to hear the blonde boy was alright she stood as another girl announced herself and then promptly fell off her perch. The girl with red hair was so cute. Not to mention confident. Fumi's eyes narrowed slightly as a soft smile played on her lips. Swaying across the room calmer, more intimidating than before.

"Yua, right?"

Fumi stepped in between Yua and the girl proclaiming to be a Queen. On top of this Moto had come in, Fumi was glad her little buddy had made it. She had been worried he wouldn't make it on time. Refocusing her intentions onto Yua, she was bursting with bravado. Innocent as it may be.

"Best not try and appease her, she thinks she's better than you and that unfortunately won't change. You seem nice, not to mention adorable! I'm Fumiko Tatchibana! Call me Fumi. It's nice to make your acquaintance."

After finishing up what she had to say she embraced the red haired girl and then turned on her heel skipping around the room eying people subtly. Today had been a good so far. . . Barry, he was cool, sort of pathetic in a way but Fumi liked him well enough. Then the Perfects walked in, flaunting about. Then the rough lady stomped in, making her way over to Moto. Mistake. Fumi stopped skipping and stood looking in their direction before narrowing her eyes.

She crossed her arms and cocked out a hip, what was this bear's game? She had read over the registry earlier, this woman was a weapon. "Viena Winters" she was a weapon. Moto was a Meister. . . The thought hit Fumi hard. Moto wasn't going to choose her as his weapon. Whatever. Yua had said she was a Meister. Her huge smile returning Fumi flounced over to Yua again.

"Yua-chan! Hey me again. I heard you say you were a meister? How convenient, I happen to be a weapon! The best there is. Or I like to think so. I'd love to get to know you better!"

Fumi said in her cheery voice wrapping an arm around Yua's waist and leaning on her shoulder with a giggle. She was able to keep her facade up, even with the pang of jealousy she felt about Moto. She pushed it from her mind. Focus on Yua. Laughing softly Fumi twirled Yua's hair around her left index finger. Fumi felt like Yua wasn't the brightest, but she was cute and ambitious. Fumi could work with those things.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Mei Hasimoto Character Portrait: Quarrie Higurashi Character Portrait: Fumiko Tatchibana Character Portrait: Yua Takenaka Character Portrait: Moto S. Kentono Character Portrait: Baron Phantom Character Portrait: Amaya Sakura Character Portrait: Mac Solomon Character Portrait: Barry Thomas Pyawasit Character Portrait: Viena Winters Character Portrait: Emethil Arca Character Portrait: Idiku Solomon Maranaki
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Moto leaned back in his desk as students continued to be left to their own devices in the teacher’s absence. The more outgoing individuals openly introduced themselves, one upon a now decrepit throne which belonged to the teach. Now in shambles, it lied in pieces on the floor, instataneously discarded by the one which had snapped it in half. The boy could already imagine the reaction drawn by the bubbly girl known as Yuo. Perhaps the teacher would force Moto to hold a funeral pyre for his deceased sitting utility. No longer shall the man plop his rear and recline in a comfortable manner. Moto was already feeling sympathetic for the poor guy. Already bored with her previous antic, she hopped her way with ebullient paces and focused her sights on Fumiko after the younger lad had left her for the self-proclaimed Queen. Before their guide was too enter the classroom, the boy decided to flip open a manga magazine to kill the time. While flipping through the pages, he listened closely on the assorted conversations flowing from vociferous mouths. Moto may had underestimated Barry’s sewing of words, as he had already found himself able to uphold a conversation with royalty. He intended to continue listening until a shadow abruptly loomed over him.

”So please tell me you are one of the normal ones here. I doubt I can all this all the time.” The girl said nonchalantly as she sat down right next to him, a stern expression piercing daggers at Moto to wean out his response. The boy’s mouth was left agape until he regained his senses. Of course, his senses weren’t too solid and barely assisted him in verbally conveying his opinion. He glanced at his side for assistance from a comrade yet only received a similar glare from Fumiko. Or maybe it was centered on the stoic female attempting to pry an answer out of him. Actually, it was probably at both of them, each of her eyes focused on an individual. Moto’s heart dropped, as we was truly left to fend for himself. He fidgeted with his seating uneasily, then let out a sigh and met gazes with his classmate. But as soon as they entered an eyelock, Moto autonomously averted his line of sight and shook his head. An uncontrollable blush had already began to span his cheeks, ”Well. This is quite the development. Come on Moto, give her an answer already.” Forced by the lingering threat that she’ll snap the frail boy in two, he gulped down any doubt and finally deduced an answer.

”Well, it depends on what you personally deem normal. This will be my third year attending this academy, along with living here my whole life, I can’t help but to be used to this kind of scenario. It’s interesting to see every year’s new batch of students...” The boy winced at what he had planned on continuing that sentence with. He cut himself off and decided to firmly ask her question, ”But I believe this is normal. I mean, we’re in Death’s Capitol, can’t get more unusual than that. There might be a few hyper individuals here, but this seems pretty ordinary. It is also a place of acceptance for differentiating souls.” He breathed a sigh of relief as he finally blurted out the rest of his answer. It was as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He closed the magazine shut and stuffed it back in his messenger bag, then glanced at the door to see if the teacher had arrived. ”Oh, and um… My name is Moto. Moto Kentono.” Aside from stuttering a bit with his vowels. The last few students began to file into the classroom after he introduced himself to the blonde. It was only a matter of time before their teacher was to arrive. "Who might you be?" He innocently asked while tilting his head.

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Character Portrait: Mei Hasimoto Character Portrait: Quarrie Higurashi Character Portrait: Fumiko Tatchibana Character Portrait: Yua Takenaka Character Portrait: Moto S. Kentono Character Portrait: Baron Phantom Character Portrait: Amaya Sakura Character Portrait: Mac Solomon Character Portrait: Barry Thomas Pyawasit Character Portrait: Viena Winters Character Portrait: Emethil Arca Character Portrait: Alviss Vint Svent Character Portrait: Sampson D. Character Portrait: Idiku Solomon Maranaki
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Fumi smiled at Yua, Fumi wanted her. As her meister. Maybe more? Who knew. Not Fumi, at any rate she was a rambler, which was fine. Walking with Yua over to her desk Fumi sat down next to Yua, never unlinking arms.

"No, I have no family. Hehe, I'm a lone weapon in this world. Now to answer your barrage of questions. I am a chainsaw, I know you wouldn't picture that but I am, a damn scary one too. Scary as in cool. Also yes, I have fought! Once a keshin attacked and me and my friend fought it off. We barely beat it! He was too scrawny to wield me properly . . . Er, I have been changed many, many times. I've lived here at the Academy almost my entire life. I was trained and used for demonstrations as a weapon demo. No one could sync with me then, I was too young. Now however I'm up and looking for my ideal meister! I hope I get you Yua-Chan."

Fumi winked at the red head, Fumi practically told her her life story, however Fumi was happy to share as she had nothing to hide. Looking around the room there were many different walks of people around here, Fumi wasn't so sure about some of them. Although you know, Fumi would act it all up as well as possible to gain trust, or maybe even make people think she isn't a threat.

That's when she'd strike.

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Image Mei looked up as she saw a boy with hair so red- That it looked like flames. Soon- He talked to her- making Mei jump."H-hi.." Mei stuttered, while wiping away her tears, slowly putting away her book."I'm Mei Hasitmoto. I'm a weapon." Mei said- She talked quietly as she twirled her thumbs. She then listened to him mumble on about how he was the best- and such.. Mei sighed, and looked at him, he reminded her of her brother. That made Mei tilt her head and look at him with more interest.

"You look like my brother.." She said and smiled."That makes me warm inside- I like you." Mei said, and smiled, pulling a strand of her hair out of her face- and pulling up behind her ear, giving Mac a small grin while she did it. "I'd like to roll down the steps with you. Maybe even slide down them." Mei smiled, the thought giving her a soft feeling inside. But before she could yes to the trick- The teacher walked into the room, sitting into his chair but then- PLONK! The chair split in half. "Dammit! Who the hell did this.." He grumbled and then stood up, rubbing his head."Anyways.. I'm here to supervise you kids in choosing your partner.. And uh when you choose your partner come to me to get your wave lengths measured. Call me Mr. R." He said as he leaned on the wall. "You may choose your partner now- But remember, you will be stuck with this person for the rest of your life. Choose wisely."

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Quarrie sat quietly and awaited the boy’s response, though he seemed to be pondering a little, but the girl just keep quiet until he was ready to speak. In a way he looked like a kid, mainly his size, which tempted Quarrie to treat him like one – but he wasn’t completely babyish either, which prompted the girl to hold back from putting the boy off her already.

Moments later he did talk to her, and she learned his name though struggled to wrap her tongue round his surname somewhat. In the shortest of forms the boy had given his life story more or less, but the girl did show some interest at least. ”Nice to meet you Barry.” Smiling, she eased a little and leaned back in her seat, tapping her fingers playfully against her knee. Although her attention was soon captured when the other student spoke once again, handing the piece of paper he had been sketching on towards her, to which the girl accepted and sat it against her lap.

Turning the drawing over, Quarrie had to look twice as she looked the paper over. Was it a confession of love? Initially she would have struck it off as some joke or something of the likes, especially as she didn’t know the boy that well - however when noticing Barry’s blush the girl instinctively knew he was actually serious. Opting to say nothing at first Quarrie merely picked the drawing up and folded it neatly before sliding it down one of her thigh-high socks, for safe keeping. She wouldn’t out-right dismiss his little confession, but neither would she embrace it right-away either.

”You’re sweet, kid.” She finally spoke, turning to face the boy as she leaned over and give him a light peck on the cheek. Not really caring who saw, Quarrie then leaned in just a bit closer more as she whispered to Barry, ”If you’re up to the challenge maybe you can win my heart. Otherwise I won’t go out with you, unless you can earn my affections.” It wasn’t a rejection in any form, but rather a welcoming invitation to get to know the girl more. After all Quarrie wasn’t the easiest of girls, she required work and devotion, and she would make sure any possible lover would match her standards. Plus, the boy had a quirkiness about him that the girl couldn’t deny – maybe he was sorta cute, or the way he talked intrigued her a little. Either way, she appreciated his bravery, and it was entirely up to the lad if he wanted to pursue her.

Minutes later a teacher walked in, introducing himself in the briefest of ways as he informed the students that their choice of partner was completely, up to them! The man also warned the boys and girls to be wary of their decisions, and that they must act wisely when picking. Quarrie already knew such things, she certainly wasn’t going to pick someone that she wouldn’t get along with – and so far, there were a few already.

”Best get this thing over with,”She sighed and got to her feet, daring to glance behind her to view the rows of students that –naturally – would always be behind her, and in her shadow! She especially glared at the boy who had entered not too long ago, some punk who thought he was the best meister – what a joke. He was probably just saying that to impress others, or whatever else. Quarrie wasn’t worried and knew soon enough she’d prove herself to these people, they could count on it. Soon enough, her attention quickly refocused onto Barry, who she knew to be a weapon – which was exactly what she needed, plus he wasn’t that bad – she could persuade him to be her partner, if need be. ”Want to be partners?” She bluntly asked and raised a brow, before shifting herself until she stood in front of the boy and leaned over onto his desk, smiling at him. ”Unless there’s someone else you’d rather pair-up with.”



Baron had returned to class not so long before the teacher spoke, just managing to vaguely hear all the important details, though there wasn’t exactly an overflow of such – was there? The man in charge didn’t interest the meister much, though when it was mentioned that he could pick his partner the boy was surprisingly excited over the prospect. Having perched himself towards the back now, after reentering the room and noticing yet more fresh faces, the young meister-to-be was more than cool over the whole ordeal.

The thought of competition didn’t faze him in the slightest – he welcomed the challenge, more so even if it was by a fellow meister as the punishment would be even sweeter to dish out. But, for now, he’d focus on the main priority which was finding a partner. And who exactly, when thinking over it, would match him best. It didn’t help things when it was plainly obvious that he knew nobody in the room beside Quarrie, so it was pretty difficult to choose your lifetime partner from such a brief meeting.

Oddly enough however, in a few passing minutes, the boy’s attention was placed upon a sleeping girl. Naturally, he too was a fellow ‘snoozer’ of sorts so it was no surprise that it tickled at his interest. Getting to his feet the boy quietly snuck over to beside the girl, her hair of a light brown shade he noticed, as he rested his elbows against her desk. ”Yo, sleeping beauty.” He remarked, before raising a hand and poking a finger to her forehead in a bid to stir the female. In a way she was pretty cute, he had to admit, but she also looked like the sort of student he’d view as easy prey.

After all, he viewed himself as a pretty top-notch meister despite his lack of experience. He wasn't going to the one to be snatched up by another, oh no, he'd find his partner. Although he was already pretty certain that many of the students who were there were not to his liking - be they too proud or dreadfully quiet, he figured this one little oddball of a girl was oddly suitable in many ways. However there was one small issue that needed to be addressed before things swung into motion, so he'd get that dealt with first.

”I'm Baron - the high flying meister at this academy, and today I'm choosing you to be my partner,” He began, awaiting to see if he caught the girls attention before continuing, ”So you better be a weapon. What do you say? Are we quids in, heh.” It was short and sweet, just to his liking. Baron figured he'd just choose someone and work things from there, as really there was no sure way of picking a perfect partner. He'd deal with things as they came!

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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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"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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Yua was lead to a desk and happily listened to Fumi's story. 'Wow Fumi-Chan! You've seen so much! You're so cool!' She giggled and her eyes scrunched up. 'Fumi-Chan let's be partners! I can weild you, and we can fight together!'

Standing Yua unlinked her arms from the blonde and grabbed her hand. 'As soon as the teacher gets here we can tell them!' And true to her word a teacher did enter. Yua winced a bit at seeing his chair break but other then that she felt no remorse. Chairs break all the time.

'See? Come on Fumi-Chan!' Yua lurched forward, dragging the other girl with her. 'Come on come on come on!' They weaved slightly in the crowd and luckily Yua didn't hit another student. Sadly the same couldn't be said for Mr.R. Just a foot away from him Yua stopped. Or tried to. Instead she and Fumi barreled into the teacher.

'Oh! Not again Yua!' She stood and brushed off her dress. 'Sorry Mr.R. Fumi-Chan and I are just really excited. We wanna be partners!'

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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.

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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.




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.



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?

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ImageShe 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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Baron Phantom



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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Character Portrait: Mei Hasimoto Character Portrait: Quarrie Higurashi Character Portrait: Fumiko Tatchibana Character Portrait: Yua Takenaka Character Portrait: Moto S. Kentono Character Portrait: Baron Phantom Character Portrait: Amaya Sakura Character Portrait: Mac Solomon Character Portrait: Barry Thomas Pyawasit Character Portrait: Viena Winters Character Portrait: Emethil Arca Character Portrait: Idiku Solomon Maranaki
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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.





”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.

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Image 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?"