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Emethil Arca

"My fate is mine to shape." (WiP, kinda)

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

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"Silence is a true friend, whom never betrays."



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Full Name:
Emethil "Emi" Minuet Arca
"That's my name. Though, you can call me Emi for short."
   
Gender:
"If you can't tell... I'm a female... And I thought I needed glasses."
   
Age:
16
"Ehm.... Insert witty comment here?"
   
Sexual Orientation:
Pansexual
"It doesn't bother me whom I fall in love with~"


Hair Color:
Black
"Blacker than the night sometimes...."
   
Eye Color:
Black
"Go ahead and insult them, my eyes are pitch black, but be sure to note, these black eyes could save your life."
   
Height:
164 cm
   
Weight:
53 Kg
"Yes, I get it, I'm small. But so you know, don't count me out just yet"

Tattoos:
None
   
Piercings:
None
   
Scars:
None
   
Oddities:
Clinodactyly
Selective Mutism
"We all have something that makes us different~"


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Personality:
{Quiet, Timid, Intelligent, Empathetic, Patient}
In a way, Emi is different than most expect. Being more soft-spoken, rather, Emi is not one whom can communicate very effectively with most, as in, she really cannot talk at some points, that's not to say she is completely mute, but it's more that Emi cannot overcome her nervous tendencies and usually just collapse behind her wall, whom also is her weapon, Emi almost relies on Idiku for her ability to be confident. That's not to say she cannot be confident in her abilities, it just takes a lot from her, and usually still ends in her own anxiety getting in the way of her own goals and often impedes her abilities in some manner, weather it's her just being too nervous to speak, or her just being nervous of making a mistake in combat.

Deep down though, Emi is rather different when it comes to her personality, as the saying goes, "Still waters run Deep" and under her silent demeanor, which she almost likes, lies someone different, Emi is intelligent beyond what most would expect from the timid girl, having been in silence for so long she had time to study both her classmates and read books ahead of her portrayed levels of intelligence, and topping it off, she has a great empathy about her. Having the knowledge to be able to in a sense "Read" one's emotions she can know how they're feeling and can adapt to them and at times can even calm them. That is to say, she has the knowledge to put herself at the point that they are in, and feel how they do, almost like a mirror, yet, she doesn't quite understand herself well enough to judge herself, which leads to her flaws with how timid she is. Yet the most dangerous part about Emi, is few can really read her emotions, leading to misclicks between her and others, and then there is the anger that can show itself. Imagine that you were between a mother bear and her cubs, now imagine you had caused some sort of harm to said cubs with mama bear around, Yeah, that's Emi's anger. Though it's the most obvious thing about Emethil, her anger is the hardest to stop, since once that point is passed, there's little to stop her from lashing out in the worst manner possible, she may not be loud about her anger, but the roar of silence is what kills, that is, if Emethil doesn't have a weapon on her.
   
Hobbies:
  • Chess player.
    "As one once said: Moves, and Counter-moves."
  • Collecting Flowers
    "They're interesting, some present beauty on the outside, and a seed of death on the inside."
  • Plays the Piano
    "I enjoy playing the piano. It allows me to express who I am through Music."
      
Habits:
  • Spacing out
    "It's nothing bad when I do it, I just lose myself in a thought. That's all."
  • OCD - Patterns
    "Everything must be in a specific pattern, or it's wrong"
  • Puns and Refrences. (Oh Goddess.....)
    "Well, I think puns and refrences amusing. They help when I go a-Moving~"
    (You are allowed to hit Lufia for the puns Emethil makes, for Lufia is a PUNNY person)
     
Likes/Loves:
  • Admittedly, Puns.
  • (Secretly) Anime
  • Chess
  • Piano music
  • Apples
Dislikes/Hates:
  • Her own Timidity
    (Yet she can't fix it)
  • Seeing others in pain
  • Crowds
  • Certain noises
    (Mildly hypersensitive to sounds)
  • Disorder
    (Mainly with her patterns)
Strengths: (What are they good at- at least four)
  • Good at reading and responding to emotions
  • Impeccable aim
  • Rather stealthy
    (Silence helps that)
  • Working with Idiku
Weaknesses: (what are they bad at- as many or more than strengths)
  • Timid with most people
  • Can't take much of a hit
  • Cannot be read easily
    (Not everyone knows what is going on in Emethil's head)
  • Rather weak on her own




History:
"I will tell you my story when it becomes important. Until then, I do not wish to say"



Face Claim:
Yukiko Amagi // Shin Megami Tensei: Persona 4 (Series)

So begins...

Emethil Arca's Story

Characters Present

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

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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.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mei Hasimoto Character Portrait: Barry Thomas Pyawasit Character Portrait: Mac Solomon Character Portrait: Fumiko Tatchibana Character Portrait: Amaya Sakura Character Portrait: Alviss Vint Svent Character Portrait: Viena Winters Character Portrait: Yua Takenaka Character Portrait: Moto S. Kentono Character Portrait: Baron Phantom Character Portrait: Emethil Arca 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.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mei Hasimoto Character Portrait: Barry Thomas Pyawasit Character Portrait: Mac Solomon Character Portrait: Fumiko Tatchibana Character Portrait: Amaya Sakura Character Portrait: Alviss Vint Svent Character Portrait: Viena Winters Character Portrait: Yua Takenaka Character Portrait: Moto S. Kentono Character Portrait: Baron Phantom Character Portrait: Emethil Arca 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!'

Characters Present

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

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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.

Characters Present

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

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It was a hot day in Death City, well, the heat was rather normal for Nevada, since it's a desert after all, of course, much to the dismay of most it seems. Even though the heat was filled with dried air, though that didn't help with little Emethil, then again, the red sweater was not helping in the slightest. As in, Emi was rather warm under her sweater, which in the heat under the relentless sun, which seemed to be laughing at something, it felt like Emethil was going to die. Though one can understand, Emi having no experience in a desert, nor did she know where Nevada was, after all, she wasn't from the US, and was in a climate that at this time, yes was warm enough that she didn't need a sweater. Soon enough, that sweater was draped over her bag and she looked at the stairs leading to the DWMA, 'Did they have to span up that high?' she thought, looking at the endless task that presented itself to the gates of the DWMA, for the start, Emi was okay.

Now getting to the top was killer, Emi was going one step at a time, of course, her being small made her content, since she was light enough that going up was rather easy, or at least, in theory it was easy, in practice, while Emi carried most of her belongings that wouldn't be sent via mail later after she got to her apartment. Thus she was very weighed down with her six bags. Emi was beginning to regret letting her older sister pack her bags since, she had given Emi two rolling bags, three bags on her shoulders, and a third bag over the right rolling one. Needless to say, Emethil looked like she had just gotten off the plane and had been walking for some time. Though as she walked, she kept pace with the piano song, which was hard as she got up to the last third of the stairs, which she swore was going to kill her. Though finally she got to the top, after what felt like hours of going upstairs, she looked around at the people, whom were like her, minus the crippling nervous disorders that cause Emethil to be rather awkward, though soon she passed though to see the class bulletin, which after memorizing the room number, she wandered to it, and soon got there upon what she guessed was the start of the school day. As she walked to the seats, which reminded her of a theatre, and soon took an open seat next to a young boy, whom looked rather annoyed as he read, with a gentle smile, she lightly tapped his shoulder, motioning to the seat, one of her many curses, she was almost unable to speak, and hoped that her expression carried over to him, through her movements it was rather noticeable to say,

Is this seat taken?

Characters Present

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

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Image As Mei got kicked by the boy she jumped up and looked at him."OH! Sorry- I uh.. Got to go." Mei said as she got up and started walking to her classroom.. "Dammit.. I'm late." Mei stuttered, as she started to run again- Her ADHD kicking in. She knew if she didn't get there on time she'll never make any friends- And she'll never have a partner, and Mei wanted a partner. Mei shredded down the hallways of the DWMA, looking for her classroom. Mei stopped for a moment catching her breath- This was to much physical active for a day for Mei.. She usually would just sit down on the couch and watch tv if she had the choice. Mei shook that thought out of her head and started to run again.

Finally- She was there, panting at the door."H-Hi.." She muttered, but then she looked into the classroom seeing everyone else had already taken their seats, and were socializing with one another- She knew this was going to happen.. She was always the odd one out. Mei sighed and took a seat at the back of the room, trying not to act up or to do anything weird- She wanted to make a good impression. Instead she took out a manga and started to read, trying to ignore the fact the she'll probably be a loner forever. Mei's eyes blurred as she dug her face deeper into the book, trying not to let anyone see her cry. 'I'm so stupid..' She thought, and felt a tear stream down her face.

Mei wiped the tear as she looked around at everyone else- They were normal.. Just like she wanted to be- Mei urged to be normal every day.. But it always turns out to make herself look- Well weird. 'Mei the Monster' Those words rung in her ears as she remember the day she turned into a weapon- all the kids turned around and ran away- Calling her names such as that, and that was the day Mei was sucked into the deep dark hole called- Depression.

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Character Portrait: Mei Hasimoto Character Portrait: Emethil Arca

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Idiku Solomon Maranaki





Idiku looked to this girl who was wanting to sit next to him. "Hell I don't even know if this seat is taken. Guess we can sit here until someone yells at us or somthing." he then looks back to his phone. He was playing emulator games. some of the old arcade ones. like Pac-Man and the original Sonic. While jamming out to some Monstercat songs. Idiku had spent the last few years collecting them. He now had a playlist that was 34 hours long. He also had really good ear phones to listen to them with. Thats when the girl came into the room. She tried to say hi but then started to cry. "Poor girl. I have been in those shoes many times. You will get over it. Hopefully." he said to himself. "Who am I kidding I still have yet to get over it."

Idiku put his phone in his right pocket and smiled leaned back in his chair. He started to relax. He then started to think. Who will he be paired with he hopes it was someone who knew the layout of a gun. He shifted a bit in his chair and felt something in his right pocket. He reached in and pulled out a tiny book. He face instantly went into a grin. He opened it up. It was a bible of a religion he has yet to read about. This was going to be fun. He pulled out some reading glasses and started to read. Funny thing was, he never knew that he had this book. He knew he did not buy it. No it was handed out for free somewhere. He doesn't remember were but thank what ever god he was about to read about that he had it. "This is going to be a good read."

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Character Portrait: Mei Hasimoto Character Portrait: Barry Thomas Pyawasit Character Portrait: Quarrie Higurashi Character Portrait: Fumiko Tatchibana Character Portrait: Moto Kentono Character Portrait: Idiku Solomon Maranaki Character Portrait: Yua Takenaka Character Portrait: Baron Phantom Character Portrait: Emethil Arca

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"I'm going to be late!!!! Aah!!" Amaya ran up the famous long staircase to the DWMA, where she would soon be a student learning her weird abilities. As she ran up she started panting and slowing down, she never really exercised and was always eating so she wasn't the healthiest of people. She wasn't even a third of the way when she fell on her face and got tears in her eyes, she held them in not wanting to cry on her first day here. She looked up the stairs and almost fainted. "I'm barely even close.." she grumbled sick of it already.



When she reached the top finally, she fell straight on her face and stayed there for 5 minutes gulping like a fish. She looked at her watch on her wrist and sighed. "I am SO late.." She stood up and walked towards the school looking at her student handbook she got from a kid at the bottom of the stairs. 'It looks like there's a place for finding partners. Maybe I should head there.' Amaya asked a few students where the classroom was and got there quick.

Amaya walked in wobbly and exhausted looking like she going to fall over... she took the closet sit and and sat down dead tired. she noticed a lot of tension in the room and everybody socializing with each other. She sighed and stated to fall asleep to the sound of conversations giong on around her.

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

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

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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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Character Portrait: Mei Hasimoto Character Portrait: Barry Thomas Pyawasit Character Portrait: Quarrie Higurashi Character Portrait: Mac Solomon Character Portrait: Fumiko Tatchibana Character Portrait: Amaya Sakura Character Portrait: Alviss Vint Svent Character Portrait: Idiku Solomon Maranaki Character Portrait: Moto S. Kentono Character Portrait: Baron Phantom Character Portrait: Emethil Arca Character Portrait: Sampson D.

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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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Idiku Solomon Maranaki





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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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Idiku Solomon Maranaki





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. Image
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."

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

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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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Character Portrait: Idiku Solomon Maranaki Character Portrait: Emethil Arca

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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.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mei Hasimoto Character Portrait: Mac Solomon Character Portrait: Fumiko Tatchibana Character Portrait: Amaya Sakura Character Portrait: Viena Winters Character Portrait: Idiku Solomon Maranaki Character Portrait: Yua Takenaka Character Portrait: Moto S. Kentono Character Portrait: Emethil Arca

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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.

Characters Present

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

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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."


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?

Characters Present

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

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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.