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Mac Solomon

"I guess it's time for some thrilling heroics."

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

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Invincible| The Phoenix| Courtesy Call| Good Intentions| You're Going Down| Demons| Ignition
"Insert cheesy, inspirational speech about working together, and achieving our goals here. Make it something heroic sounding while you're at it!"



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Full Name: Mackenzie Jason Solomon; Goes by Mac|| "Call me Mac. Mackenzie's a girl's name. Thanks Mom!"
   
Gender: Male|| "Dude, I grew up with a name used mostly for chicks. Why must you pile it on?"
   
Age: 16|| "Just turned in fact!"
   
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual|| "To the fellas ever lasting disappointment."



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Hair Color: Orange|| "I assure you the carpet matches the drapes."

Eye Color: Brown|| "My brothers used to say it's because I'm so full of crap. I have no idea what they mean by that."

Height: 5'11|| "I could probably grow a few more inches."  

Weight: 165|| "I assure you sir it's all muscle. Ok maybe just 90%, with 10% being junk food. Cupcakes you delicious unholy bastards why must you tempt me so?!"

Tattoos: None|| "Totally getting one when I make me a Death Scythe! It's going to be a badass skull on fire with a snake coming out of the eyes! No wait, a dragon! Yeah, dragons are more badass!"

Piercings: None|| "I have enough holes in my body thank you very much!" 

Scars: He has lots of scars all over his body most he doesn't even know he has due to his condition.|| "I have scars?.....Well I'll be, I do! Scars are pretty badass right?"

Oddities: He has some pretty spiky hair. Is highly toned. Has a rare condition called congenital analgesia, in which a person can not feel physical pain. He is also a rather loud snorer.|| "I guess I'm pretty odd. But normal is so boring!"



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Personality:
{Cocky, Sarcastic, Caring, Impatient, Brave, Ill Tempered}
Mac's cockiness almost has no bounds. This is due to his special condition congenital analgesia. Since he doesn't feel pain, he feels he's invincible. This makes him brash, impulsive, and fairly reckless. He is one to head first into danger without a plan. He's pretty sarcastic, and usually has a smart ass remark up his sleeve. All this makes it seem he's full of himself, which is half right.

He is also extremely impatient, and a very 'to the point' kind of guy. He doesn't like waiting for anything, wanting to do everything here and now. He has a bit of a temper as well. This combined with his natural caring, and protective nature makes him fairly easy to manipulate. He is known for doing the wrong things for the right reasons.

Despite all that he is very kind, caring, and extremely protective. He has always put others above his own well being. His protective instinct is tied to his feeling of invincibility, as he thinks he just can't killed. He is fairly brave, and will stand up to a more powerful opponent no matter what. He is also a very quick thinker, and is able to come up with plans on the fly. Fairly good plans at that. Though he won't volunteer to be a leader or anything like that, but he'll do it if necessary.
Hobbies:
-Fighting. Showing off his immunity to pain. Rock music. Basketball.-
      
Habits:
-Cracking jokes. Running his fingers through his hair. Getting wounds.-
     
Likes/Loves:
  • Fighting|| "It's fuuunnnnn!"
  • Basketball|| "See previous semi-clever statement."
  • Winning|| "Duh, why play if you don't want to win?"
  • Dogs|| "I like the ones with little nubs for tails."
  • Freaking people out with his pain immunity.|| "Fun for the whole family! Well, maybe not for the faint of heart."
  • Showing off|| "When you have the necessary skills to pay the much needed bills, then you must make them known."
  • Cupcakes|| "Creamy temptress, why must you plague me so?!"
Dislikes/Hates:
  • Losing|| "Well, duh."
  • Rain|| "Too gloomy for my taste."
  • Being showed up|| "I win a boxing match with both my arms broken! What can you do?"
  • Waiting|| "Let's go already!"
  • Bullies|| "Pricks."
  • His first name|| "Who names a guy Mackenzie anymore?!"
Strengths:
  • Athletic|| "I got skillz! See it's cool when you add the Z."
  • Fighting|| "Would I be here if I wasn't good at it?"
  • Agile|| "Can't touch this!"
  • Feels no pain|| "Yeah, I guess I am a superhero!"
  • Quick thinking|| "Who needs strategy when you have instincts?!"
  • Is able to use Soul Menace|| "Totally awesome!"
Weaknesses:
  • More prone to serious injury due to his immunity to pain he won't know, say if he's been stabbed seriously.|| "What do you mean I'm bleeding?
  • Impatient|| "Come on, come on! I got monsters to fight!"
  • Overconfident|| "What're ya talking about? I'm invincible!"
  • Ill tempered|| "I'm stabbing you in my mind."
  • Easily manipulated|| "Where do you want me to put this ticking box at?"
  • Untrained in Soul Menace|| "Yeah, it's a process."




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History:
Mac's parents were born, and raised in Inverness, Scotland. They moved to America in their late teens together. There, they got married, and moved to Brooklyn, New York. It was a tough life, but they got through it. They had two boys before Mac, William the oldest, and Thomas. When Mac was born they decided to name him after his mother's grandfather. Though growing up he was never really happy about it. Kids can be kind of cruel about these things after all.

Though they had little, they were still fairly happy. When Mac was baby it his condition was first discovered when he fell off a couch but didn't cry, or show any reaction. But his family didn't think anything of it. It was when he was four years old when they truly knew that he was different. He fell from a porch, and onto concrete. He busted his head clean open, and despite the blood gushing out he showed no reaction, barely even knowing it was there.

They rushed him to the ER, where they formally diagnosed him with congenital analgesia. Growing up with that condition he became extremely cocky, and overconfident. He would go looking for fights with bullies, as he thought that since he felt no pain he was invincible. Well as one could imagine this got him into loads of trouble. That was until he was fourteen.

When he was fourteen he was getting whaled on by a couple of thugs. He was being observed by a local gang who was impressed by his condition, and instantly saw the potential in him. They helped him out, and started talking with him, manipulating him into doing their deeds. It turned out the gang was apart of a larger organization led by a particularly suave, and sadistic mob boss. Who in his spare time enjoyed eating souls.

Through the opportunity of giving his family a better life, Mac blindly worked for them, not knowing the true evil that was the boss. Though he never harmed anyone, he just delivered packages, and messages. During his time with them he started to learn proper combat techniques. It was until a few months ago when he learned the truth about the people he was working for. When a Meister from the DWMA arrived to put a stop to their soul reaping.

The Meister slayed the mobsters with relative ease. He was about to do the same to Mac, but that was when, by accident Mac discovered his Soul Menace ability. Soul Menace is a rare ability in which the user resonances with their own soul, and is able to drive it into an opponent through a physical strike. The incompatible Wavelengths can cause strong damage. He first used it on the Meister, knocking him aside, while also hurting Mac due to the surprise of using this technique.

The Meister was impressed, and was able to get a good look at his soul, seeing a strong, protective, yet misguided young man. The Meister contacted Lord Death to see what the Shinigami wanted to do with him. Of course Death didn't wish the young man harm, and instead wanted him to come to Death City, seeing great potential in him to be a Meister. Mac agreed of course, especially after learning his involvement in the mob's evil deeds.|| "I've made more then my share of mistakes. But learning from them is what matters. I just hope I can make up for them."



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So begins...

Mac Solomon'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: 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: Mac Solomon Character Portrait: Barry Thomas Pyawasit Character Portrait: Emethil Arca Character Portrait: Idiku Solomon Maranaki
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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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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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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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Finally, today's the day. He's been staying in Death City waiting for this day for what seems like forever. Mac looked upon the seemingly never-ending staircase that lead to the DWMA. 'What sort of diabolical mind came up with this design?' He pondered in his mind. But whatever, this'll be a cake walk for him, he's sure of it. "The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step huh?" He muttered to himself as he looked upon them. "That's it! I'm rolling a slinky down that SOB!" Mac proclaimed. Unfortunately slinky rolling will have to wait, he's late for class.

Mac raced up the stairs with a backpack strapped to his back. It took him but a mere three minutes to scale the stairs. He looked down at his watch to confirm that it was just three minutes. "Man! I'll beat that time before the weeks up!" He said unsatisfied. "This. Ain't. Over." Mac growled as he stared down the stairs. He turned to face the academy. He glared up that the skull designs on the academy. "Taking the skull theme a bit far aren't you Reaper?" He muttered to himself as he entered the building.

Mac walked through the hallways, and he glanced over to his watch, seeing that he was late. He let out a sigh, and folded his arms behind his head. He calmly walked towards his classroom like he didn't have a care in the world. "If I'm going to be late, then I'm going to show up like a Boss!" He smirked to himself. He arrived outside his classroom, and sighed. 'Well, here we go. Hope my Weapon's badass.' He thought to himself.

He straightened up his black jacket, smoothed down his black dress shirt, and adjusted the loose tie he was wearing. He was about ready to enter but stopped at the last second. He put his hand in his right pocket to pull out a stick of gum. Once he placed it in his mouth, he opened the door. His eyes darted across the room as he studied the others. He slammed the door behind him, making enough noise to get everyone's attention on him. He calmly put his hands in his jean's pocket, and strutted over like he owned the place to a seat next to a girl who's nose was firmly placed in a manga.

Mac placed his feet on the table, and leaned back in his chair. He glanced over at the girl, and felt like he should say something. "Hey bookworm." Mac greeted. Not the strongest start of a conversation. "Do you have a slinky?" He asked. And not exactly the best icebreaker. "I'm totally going to roll one down those steps outside! Should be fun." Mac grinned at the thought of it. He just couldn't get that out of his head. "Name's Mac by the way." He said as he blew a big bubble of gum, and popped it in his mouth.

"I'm a Meister. The best one here." He said aloud, hoping others heard him. He wanted them to know what he thought. "Not to toot my own horn, but I can perform Soul Menace! Feel free to be impressed." He said as he shut his eyes, pretty proud of himself. "Wanta see something cool?" Mac asked with a sly grin.

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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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Only one idea popped into Viena's head as she keenly observed the Rabbit briefly do an impressive imitation of a fish before closing his mouth. Relocating a stray strand of hair from her face as she patiently waited for the nervous male to answer her question...or at least contemplate his chances of fleeing the classroom without an answer. Her blue eyes locked with his wide violet ones as a pallet of red danced across the male's face..~Too cute...~ Viena thought as she mentally giggled on the inside, before her own faint blush came out at the thought, thankfully the boy's own discomfort disengaged their entangled stares. Sighing softly as her patience slowly began wearing down as the nervous boy finally let out an answer..or more so a torrent of words as well as useful information. Tibits of Death City's version of normal from the perspective of someone who had dwelled here their entire life as well a few choice words of wisdom on dealing with more..'eccentric students' that were bound to come in droves eager to prove their worth.


Nodding her in understanding at the boy's mention of 'differentiating souls', well having an unusual soul did seem to have some kind of link to a person's persona. In truth, Viena did not know much about souls at all, having only done a bit of light reading on her trip here. A faint smile came on Viena's face as she noted the boy's nervous words finally became bold enough to ask a question of his own. Moto as he was called was definitely an interesting individual to say the least..a bit nervous, but friendly..as Moto inquired her own name "Viena. Viena Winters is my name. It's nice to meet you Moto."

The loud declaration another 'Best' Miester reached her ears. Oh wonderful another King vying for the title..rolling her eyes as the boast. "If I am paired up with that Miester, I don't care if I have to shock myself in cardiac arrest..It's either him or me. I cannot stand the blind boasting of others..It's a waste of time and words." Viena stated as she flexed her hands out of habit, her eyes widening a bit as she realized her statement could frighten the nervous Moto before reassuring him quietly "I am a Weapon by the way..and I actually know what I am doing in a brawl so don't worry about getting a stray hit in your direction...".


Eventually, a teacher strolled in and bluntly gave them the choice of their lifetime as either Weapon or Meister. Leaning back in her chair as Viena observed the antics of her classmates..how exactly would choosing at random be of help to anyone. Not to mention the potentially dangerous back-fires that could happen given that she herself had tried to find a Meister on her own time back in L.A,. All her attempts were in vain as feeling like she had been hit with a baseball bat and then struck by lightning after a failed Wielding. Not that possible Meister did any better in dealing with negative effects. Shaking her mind free of the negative thoughts as her eyes drifted from potential Meister and then settled on Moto before inquiring softly "Well, since you seem like you actually know what you are doing when it comes Souls and such. I am guessing you are a Meister, want to try me out then?". Her face flushed crimson at her final words before amending her statement flustered "I meant..as a partner..not..". Her words trailed away as the ball was in Moto's court at her request.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.