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Viena Winters

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

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Image So it seems you have taken a few wrong turns at the crossroads and have ended up in a massive desert with only dunes and bizzare-looking creatures milling around in herds. Said creatures appear harmless although the fact that the dunes seem to be shifting on the occasion is alarming enough, Thankfully, you are soon joined by a sullen merchant riding a bizzare creature called a Camu burdened with the merchant's riches.

So you won't be claimed by the Desert so it seems. For now.





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After hours of endless dunes and the sun's rays determined to sap any remaining strength from your body a piece of heaven comes before your eyes. Crystal clear water acts as a welcoming sign for weary eyes as a large village of sturdy clay buildings. A sigh escapes the merchant as a gentle shove guides you down the dune. It's just large enough to called a town as only herders and farmers call this place home regardless of the season. While merchants rely on it as a vital place to stock up on exotic goods and treasures procured by stu-, daring treasure hunters.

As the merchant rambles on that the species known as Camu originated here and is possibly the only noteworthy fact about this town. A plume of sand in the distance followed by the sounds of someone being scolded. That along with the fact the local mage guild here has a reputation of infamy under the name Fox Trot. Tough as nails and ready to rumble with any bandits attempting to scavenge difficult to obtain treasures. Jobs the guild take range from traditional caravan guards to diving under the dunes to explore the ancient ruins lost to time. Many citizens only associate with guild given the fact that the only Magic shop in town is under the care of a guild member's younger sister. If you are looking for a guild now is your chance. Welcome to Ivalice!


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There are two things people need before venturing out into the dunes surrounding Ivalice; a touch of insanity and enough Jewels for supplies. There is always the third option for those gifted in Magic. The courage and a good partner to back you up when you get cornered by hungry Sand Jackels or accidently piss off a herd of feral Camu. Magic is categorized under two types; Holder and Caster Types. Both are useful in a sticky situation although the mages of Foxtrot seem to have rarer types of magic..not that it tips the scales in the combat.


Caster Type Magic- Allows the caster to use their talents without the need of any objects to channel it. However this can drain the user faster if the subject hasn't been properly trained or lacks the restraint to not create a sand golem. Caster types have a fondness to beat the opponent into submission through sheer force given their vast supply of magic.

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So what will your favored finishing tactic be? Having the sand swallow your opponent whole? Summoning desert winds to do your bidding? Or even take the heat from the sand below your feet and shape it into a fiery fist to scald the hide off your opponent?









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Holder Type Magic- Requires the caster to channel magical energy through a specific object. Unlike Caster type mages, once you get a specialized object away from its owner that could spell defeat for your opponent. While their magical stores are not as vast as Caster types, their magic comes in a variety of forms allowing split changes in strategies that can be quite alarming for the unprepared.









Now magic won't save your hide all the time. Human nature seems to show it's dark side out in these unforgiving sands as greed can easily overwhelm even the purest of souls. Not to mention the threat of bandits that rove its lands and the occasional milita group from the Magic Council insisting that the ancient cities below the Dunes be left undisturbed. Now what fun would that be..who knows what treasures await. So if people go missing in the Desert it isn't the skin off anyone's back as it's their own souls they are risking if the ghost stories are to be believed, that ancient spirits seek to return to the human world though sucking the life force out of weakened humans. Those are just rumors right?



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Veterans: The founding members of this rag-tag guild. A few of the members are a bit rough around the edges, but are willing to take any job if enough Jewels are offered in exchange for their services. Currently the guildmaster spot lies vacant as their last Master is on an extended trip under the Dunes and won't be returning for quite some time. It's his decree that all members must have a singular partner to perform jobs with regardless of the difficulty for safety reasons.



Partners 1: Name /Age /Magic Type /Username: Name/Age/ Magic Type/ Username


Partners 2: Name /Age /Magic Type /Username: Name/Age/ Magic Type/ Username



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Newcomers: You have somehow ended up at the bottom ranks of the guild after you walked through the doors. How you ended up here doesn't matter to your Guild members just as long as you can pull your own weight. Partners haven't become official yet, but an upcoming guild tourney is being put on to see how compatible everyone is in terms of partnerships.

Partners 1: Name /Age /Magic Type /Username: Name/Age/ Magic Type/ Username


Partners 2: Name /Age /Magic Type /Username: Name/Age/ Magic Type/ Username

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1. So people may not be pleased with my first rule, creativity overrules fondness. I highly SUGGEST that all magic is custom-made instead of being a canon as I have seen Dragon-Slayer magic run rampant in every single RP. That being said if a sheet really impresses me by merely formatting the magic and flipping it.. I could consider it.

2. As you can see there are only a total of eight spots. I will not be adding additional spots unless there is extreme demand. So if you want a spot, be ready to compete for it. The gender ratios WILL be even as of right now there are a total of Four Female spots and Three Male spots.

3. The only difference between Veteran and Newbies is the time spent with the Guild. It does not correlate with power levels etc. Just don't go all OP please and blow up the town.

4. Violence and Gore will be permitted to a certain extent as this RP will be a bit darker than the traditional universe. Still doesn't excuse a cluster of F-bombs and murder sprees. So be reasonable.

5. Drama outside the RP should be handled through myself if conflicts cannot be resolved.

6. If life gets busy I understand send me a PM or post in the thread that..well life got in the way. Try to keep a posting limit of once or more per week. Do not bowl over anyone unless your character is completely off somewhere else.

7. Have Fun. Also brownie points/potential allowance of canon magic if anyone can send me a PM of where I got the town name from.

So begins...

Viena Winters'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.

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Character Portrait: Mei Hasimoto Character Portrait: Viena Winters

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The low rumbling of cars, screaming children and mindless chatter reminded Viena of her home back in Los Angeles. Although the smog here was less restrictive as the short-haired blonde made her way down the cobblestone street, quietly observing the many buildings decorated in Death's Skulls. The skulls themselves weren't exactly clashing with the buildings, but it definitely gave the city its own vibe of mystery. A gaggle of children ran past her, bumping into her without a second thought before apologizing hastily as her icy blue eyes fixed on them and then dashing off once again. Rubbing her temples in agitation as Viena attempted to calm her frayed nerves..as if it was not bad enough to discover her new 'Talent' and practically having to force herself to relocate to prevent any further mishaps as she removed her hands from her temples and grimaced at the sight of fleshy pink scars slowly fading away.


Clenching her hands into fists as she flexed her fingers in an attempt to ease her tension as she began to list the positives of this massive change in her life..~At least I know where the academy is..not that it is hard to miss she mused as she slowly approached the lengthy stairs leading up to the bizarre-looking building. Letting out a small breath as she mentally wiped away all trace of negative emotion from her leaving it as a blank, but calm looking state..and began the climb. Minutes later, small beads of sweat were wiped away from her forehead as she turned on the top of the stairs and saw the vast Death City below her...it was oddly peaceful and serene not to mention the slight breeze that flowed through. Said silence was broken by the quiet pants of a fellow student who had collapsed from fatigue..~So apparently not all Meisters and Weapons are completely muscle bound athletes..Then again those were quite a bit of stairs~ Viena mused as she glanced over at her fellow student..before turning away to sit down on the top step and allow the cool breeze to relax her. It wasn't as if Viena was blind to helping others..some just needed to find the strength to stand on their own and or it would involve talking to a complete stranger out of the blue. After all it wasn't as if she could merely comment on the weather out of the blue..that would be too cliche..

As her ears tuned out the exhausted student, her mind began to wander as millions of questions appeared in her mind ~Who would be her Meister. Would they be a complete moron insisting on using her Weapon form and its special static within seconds of becoming her partner? That would not end well for either of them. Viena's mouth formed into a small frown as she recalled her last attempt of using her 'Soul Shock' as she called it in a sparring match...it ended with her puking up blood and having searing pain flood her nerves for five minutes straight..not exactly a positive experience. Still if she and her partner could figure it out together..people could find out what it was like to be slugged by a taser. Well, welcome to the DWMA..

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: Fumiko Tatchibana Character Portrait: Viena Winters Character Portrait: Yua Takenaka Character Portrait: Baron Phantom

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The morning had been uneventful thus far, though given it had only just begun there was plenty of time for things to kick-up in the meantime. And, what with the hordes of youths running about the streets it was no wonder the city was in such frenzy. Still, a certain pair of meisters-to-be would’ve appreciated it if people could calm-the-hell-down now and again. That’d be lovely. The pair of would-Be's were Quarrie and Baron, meisters in their own right who's friendship had only just began to blossom some days before.

”I hope it’s worth all this hype,” A black-haired lad mumbled with a sulk. He’d been woken up pretty early to attend this thing, so at most the folk there could make it worth his effort, eh? Though he wasn’t one to complain – much. ”Heard those stairs are legendary.”

”Well, if we can conquer them, then we can conquer everyone else too.” The brown-haired girl promptly replied with a swish of her ponytail. Clearly unfazed by such a feat it was no surprise that Quarrie cared little for them, as all she was interested in was the place they lead to – the academy. And soon enough the duo found themselves stood at the bottom of the mentioned stairs, the youths eying them up though giving little away with her faces.

Many unfamiliar faces past them as the two stood, saying practically nothing as each stranger attempted the epic climb. Leaning over just a little, Quarrie made sure her thigh-high socks were neatly held against her before puffing out her chest and straightening her back. With a look of determination she took one step forward, setting her shoe to the first step. Swinging her other leg forward, the girl just looked back to the boy and gave him a knowing grin. With little hesitation she hopped forward and began hurrying up the steps – even attempting to jump them two at a time, but she quickly dropped that tactic after feeling her energy decreasing the more she ascended. Baron, however, just gave a shrug and watched the beauty hurry along. A few seconds later he was darting up right after her, quickly closing the initial gap between them as he slyly side-stepped round the girl and smugly headed up in front of her. The whole thing was over in the course of minutes, many tumbles and scrambles and the likes, as the meisters stubbornly tried to beat the other.

Eventually, upon reaching the top Baron stood, or rather hunched over as he supported himself with his hands sat against his legs. Short, tired breaths escaped his lips – so much so that talking wasn’t really an option just then. Which was highly ideal at that moment as Quarrie soon emerged at the top of the stairs, managing to cling onto the end of the boys top as she pulled herself up the last step. Quickly, once releasing the boy, the girl fumbled with the ends of her skirt to makes sure it hadn’t raised any whilst she was busy hashing up the stairs. Albeit a little red faced, the female took a deep breath and pushed past the boy – almost knocking him in the process as the girl ignored everyone else and made her way into the building.

Baron was about to follow, however, he spotted a girl lying near them seemingly out of it. For a moment he pondered whether to assist, but then again he didn’t even know her – so why bother? Pushing the notion to the side, the boy shrugged and decided to merely assume someone else would help her and quickly escorted himself into the building to catch up with Quarrie.

”So, what you betting your partner is gonna be like?” He asked as they slowly walked down the hallway, mainly just to regain their breath and composure back. ”Can’t say I got a pretty picture in my mind, heh.”

”So long as they can walk and take instructions, I can’t complain otherwise.” She answered simply, before arriving at the door to their classroom. On the way there she had noticed one or two other students making their way into this room – most of them she could have done without witnessing, mind you. With the door already open, and her expression failing to alter, Quarrie unamusingly looked on as one girl – a rather odd girl – stood on a chair and declared herself ‘here’.

”Well – someone’s happy to be here. But are you Miss Queen?” Baron teased as he peered over the girls shoulder and curiously looked over the students who were already there ahead of them. To be honest, he didn’t know what to think. Going off appearances it was clear that some were just too happy to be there. ”...aaaaand I think that’s time for the Queen to take her leave, eh?”

”Let’s just sit down before someone else gets thrown about this room.” She said with a slight hint of a warning in her tone, and knowing the girl, it wasn’t entirely a false threat either. But ignoring it for the time being the girl raised a hand up and fixed her ponytail slightly, tensing her shoulders somewhat before properly entering the room. With a slight sway to her hips the girl expressed an air of confidence, her hair swinging to the quick rhythm of her movements as she walked down the classroom and soon took a seat near the front. As expected Baron followed her, though lacking the same aura as his friend, the boy gave off his own down an’ cool feel.

”Wake us up when things get interesting.” He sighed, resting his hands behind his head as the boy slouched in his seat. His boredom was quickly settling in and he knew going to sleep would be just a lovely thing right there and then, so he would – though of course he’s only resting his eyes, of course! Quarrie, however, was not so laid back. As she sat quietly she just wanted to tell the weird girl to get off the chair and sit down like a normal person! But she’d refrain for now, that was the smart thing to do. However that didn’t stop the girl giving the other, odd lass a displeased glance – quite obvious, actually.

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.

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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: 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: Mei Hasimoto Character Portrait: Barry Thomas Pyawasit Character Portrait: Quarrie Higurashi Character Portrait: Fumiko Tatchibana Character Portrait: Viena Winters Character Portrait: Yua Takenaka Character Portrait: Moto S. Kentono Character Portrait: Baron Phantom

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Quarrie couldn’t help but glance over her shoulder now and again, her curiosity getting the better of her as some of the students began to move about. One in particular had caught her attention quite easily, a boy who seemed quite short, simply. He approached the odd girl and spoke to her briefly, clearly he seemed to have some sense which the girl lacked, a thought that made Quarrie grin slightly. The boy in question then sat next to observing girl, an action that surprised her a little though mainly due to not knowing the boy, really.

When he began to sketch on a piece of paper Quarrie initially paid him little interest, however it was hard for her to refrain from questioning him, mainly about what he was doing, and who he was. As she was about to say something the weirdo-girl walked over to her, after falling over and literally demolishing the chair she once stood on. Relaxing her shoulders a little, the girl crossed one leg over the other and tucked the ends of her skirt underneath her, before looking to the orange-haired girl. ”Quarrie Higurashi – though to you, Queen. That is what you can call me.”

Another girl emerged and just like the other, rubbed Quarrie the wrong way, though this one more so due to what she said. As if one wasn’t enough, the pair of them was like little kids in comparison to Queen. Quarrie just sighed, not even looking to the blonde girl who seemed to know her so well. ”If that’s how you view me then I won’t jump to change your opinion – I care not for your feelings.” Digging into one of her pockets a moment after Quarrie brought out a small tissue and held it out to the orange-haired girl. ”Your nose is bleeding, you should take this.”

Quarrie then looked to the other boy beside her, the short guy. ”What’s your name?” She asked, tilting her head to the side as she tried to sneak a glance at what he was drawing. He didn’t seem as bad as the girls surprisingly – and she liked that. ”Out of all the people here you chose to sit next to me, well, you must be brave.” A smile formed on her lips as she twirled a strand of hair round her finger, all the while focusing on the boy. He clearly didn’t view her so badly as the others, or maybe he was just oblivious to it. I’m Queen, I’m here to become the best meister that this class will have,” Pausing for a moment, the girl then leaned in more closely to the boy and whispered in his ear, ”But to do that I’m going to have to beat everyone else – which I plan to do.”

Pulling away she sat back properly in her seat, though still looked to the boy. ”What about you?”

Baron paid little attention to everything that went on around him, since not much really interest him, and he was sort-of asleep too! However, when he heard some girl speak up so rudely, he opened his eyes and saw a blonde girl talking bad of Quarrie to the other, odd girl. Standing up, though trying to not seem too intimidating, Baron looked at the girls though he didn’t look overly impressed. ”That’s a bit hypocritical you know, Blondie. Viewing someone badly because they think their better than others, and yet you claim to be the best weapon? I doubt that. But then again that’s just my opinion, and I certainly wouldn’t wield you… Jeez, you two deserve each other.” He spoke whilst leaving his seat, and took off out the classroom for a moment.

Something had plagued his mind since entering the building and he couldn’t quite ignore it, so he had to check it out. And, as such, he was right. At the stairs lay the same girl from before. ”Oi, you. It’s gonna start soon so you better move it.” Walking over to beside her, he even nudged the girls side with his boot to make sure she wasn’t completely out of it. ”You still living?”

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Character Portrait: Mei Hasimoto Character Portrait: Barry Thomas Pyawasit Character Portrait: Quarrie Higurashi Character Portrait: Fumiko Tatchibana Character Portrait: Viena Winters Character Portrait: Yua Takenaka Character Portrait: Moto S. Kentono Character Portrait: Baron Phantom

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The girl introduced herself as Queen causing Yua to gasp. 'Queen? Are you royal?' However her questions was never answered as the blonde girl burst in. Yua frowned at her words, not because she believes them but in confusion of how she'd judge someone so quickly.

Still Yua hugged back tightly. Fumi seemed nice enough. But as the girl skipped away Yua was handed a tissue. The Meister smiled at it, then at Queen. 'Don't worry Queen-Chan. I think you are nice. We can be friends! And you're really pretty.'

Dabbing her nose Yua winked and skipped away. It wasn't long before Fumi again joined her. 'Hello Fumi-Chan. You're a weapon? That's so cool!! What are you? Have you been fought with before? How many times have you changed? My aunt was a Meister you know. She went here. Other then me she's the only one in my family. My brothers are really envious of me. Well, not Dachi. He doesn't like fighting. Do you have brothers? Or sisters? I don't have sisters. I wish I did.' The girls eyes were sparkling now and the tone of her voice had changed to what her family knew to be ranting. Unless stopped Yua would go on and on about weapons and her family.

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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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Barry was going to reply very simply to Quarrie's questions, but time seemed to stop for him. His mind wanted every answer to be perfect and simple. A subconscious conversation between left brain, right brain, and Barry's thoughts.

"I say you confess you like her."

"I say you should just answer the questions."

"But if she dislikes my open-mindedness? But if she likes my open-mindedness?"

Then, it all came into agreement. Just answer the questions, and hope the truth doesn't slip out of his mouth. So, as he continued sketching, he answered the questions.

"My name is Barry Thomas Pyawasit, I am a weapon, and I've been here for about a month. I really don't have a reason for sitting by you, Miss. I just plan on someday being someone's partner and, hopefully, not Dying. I'd also like to become a teacher, Miss."

Just as he finished up the sketch, he looked around, hoping no one would see what he had drawn out. As he handed the paper over to Queen, he spoke.

"If you're gonna beat everyone, I'm not gonna stand in your way."

He turned the upside-down drawling over, to reveal a heart with the words "I like you :D" written in the middle. He placed the paper on her desk. As his face began to blush, he hoped that his forwardness of stupid affection wasn't creepy or, well, too forward. He hoped she wouldn't be like his former crushes and say "Ew you perv, go die in a hole." Barry looked around again, noticing the others socializing and chit-chatting. To him, that didn't really matter.



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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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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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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: 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.

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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: 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?

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Mei Hasimoto Character Portrait: Barry Thomas Pyawasit Character Portrait: Quarrie Higurashi Character Portrait: Mac Solomon Character Portrait: Amaya Sakura Character Portrait: Viena Winters Character Portrait: Moto S. Kentono Character Portrait: Baron Phantom

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Mei Hasimoto Character Portrait: Barry Thomas Pyawasit Character Portrait: Quarrie Higurashi Character Portrait: Mac Solomon Character Portrait: Amaya Sakura Character Portrait: Alviss Vint Svent Character Portrait: Moto Kentono Character Portrait: Viena Winters Character Portrait: Baron Phantom Character Portrait: Emethil Arca

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Idiku Solomon Maranaki


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

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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: Moto Kentono Character Portrait: Viena Winters Character Portrait: Yua Takenaka Character Portrait: Baron Phantom Character Portrait: Emethil Arca

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Whilst being dragged by Queen, Barry found that she was rather determined to make him her partner. He followed her, also intent on having a partner. Maybe after this wavelength test, he could go home and sleep off the day. Didn't seem like much to wish for, but he'd probably need some other form of contact to his to-be meister, Quarrie. Perhaps she owned a phone of some kind? Yeah, he'll just add her to his contacts list. Finally, Queen let go of his hand, and they walked to the teacher. As he followed Queen, he noticed that the blatantly walked past the line of students waiting for their turn. Well, looks like he was right about her being determined.

"Uhh... Queen I think there's a waiting line. I think we should go back... Welp, actually, I doesn't matter does it? Just a line for an incredibly important test to determine whether or not the meister can wield the weapon without his head exploding."

Barry looked up at Quarrie, and noticed how familiar she looked to Anne. The hair, the height, the face... Everything seemed so familiar to Anne. However, the personality was much, much different to Anne's. Anne was beautiful, like any woman is. But Anne was different... She was more than beautiful in Barry's eyes. More than beautiful can describe. Perfect wasn't the word for her astounding looks, either. Anne Avi Hendrixen, Barry's former meister. Deceased at age 17, for unknown causes. Suspected suicide.

Barry shook his head to stop remembering Anne, and refocused on the teacher. Hopefully this test would go well, without someone dying.

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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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Quarrie looked to Barry as she heard him speak, narrowing her gaze just slightly as she put her hands to her hips. ”I’ll handle you just fine – stop worrying, will you? Or else I will make your head explode, and then maybe you’ll cheer up a bit, eh?” Grinning, she looked away and turned back to the teacher. Mr. R merely gave a nod and motioned for the students to proceed, before readying his little device for reading their wavelengths. Wasting little time the girl turned to Barry, holding her hand out to him as she demanded, ”Transform.”



Once the boy had morphed and was held in her left hand the girl turned away from the other students, aiming the weapon out in front of her as she directed her focus towards the opposite direction from everyone. Figuring that bringing any form of harm towards her peers was not in her best interest, not yet at least, she would settle with another wall and whatever furniture dared place itself in her field of view. Gripping hard on the weapon she narrowed her eyes, soon closing one as she aimed towards the center of the wall.

Parting her legs and getting a firm footing, she clenched the hand that held the gun just a little, her fingers squeezing the gun-handle hard – though whether Barry felt it or not she didn’t entirely know. Gritting her teeth she fired, calming her thoughts as she tried to ease her wavelength through, as well as managing her hold on the weapon. Last time she tried firing single-handedly the girl almost dropped the gun, but this time she went with the force and suddenly threw the weapon into the air to avoid any pain from the recoil – hopefully her partner-to-be would not mind being thrown about!

Spinning round on her heel, Quarrie twisted her body round and caught the revolver in her other hand, quickly holding it with both hands this time before aiming the weapon out in front of her once more. As like before she fired another shot, however this time she kept going, rapidly firing projectiles left, right and center with the odd break in between for reloading. The wall, desks, chairs and whatever else now decorated in small holes - but that was allowed, right? Anything and everything was a target as the girl kept her firm stance and fired happily. The recoil was heavy, knocking the girl back a few paces however Quarrie managed to keep standing as her sore fingers gripped round the weapon. Hopefully Barry was still good. She thought, looking down to the gun in her hands before taking a step back.

”I think we’re good.” She sighed, easing her grip on the revolver as she walked over and sat him down on a desk. He could transform himself back now, and as his now-meister, Quarrie began to rub her hands as she took a seat in the chair next to the desk. Her fingers hurt from the rapid firing, as Barry’s recoil was quite hard against her, but she’d get use to that over time and more usage of the weapon.

Mr. R stood and gave a confirming nod, ”Good, you work, and now the next pair.” He said, looking to the next pair of hopefuls.

”Not bad, I guess we’re going to be a team from now on then. Well, I guess we’re stuck together, and hopefully you won’t get fed up of seeing me everyday, ha.” She teased with a smile, leaning back in her chair as she looked down at the weapon. ”You ok?”



Baron looked down at Amaya promptly, hearing her question and quickly replied with an ever-so-slight blush, ”O-Oh no, I don’t like her. Well, I do, but we’re just friends. We met not that long ago actually – but it’s purely friendship between us, and she’s a decent enough meister so we best watch ourselves.” He said with a light laugh, before looking ahead of them. Quarrie had gone and done her test, and the teacher was awaiting the next two students to step forth. Surprisingly hesitant at first, the boy wondered whether he should go next or not, and looked back to his potential teammate.

”What do you think, wanna go next Amaya?” He asked quietly and awaited her response, as really he didn’t mind, so he’d leave it to her. ”I’m ready if you are, and it’s now or never, right?” He gave the girl a reassuring smile, letting her know he was true to his word and ready at a moments notice. For sure, they'd ace this test. Baron had a feeling within himself telling him so, and thus he believes it to be true. ”When you're ready just transform and I'll catch you, now worries.”