Viena Winters's Story

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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.

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..

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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.

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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.

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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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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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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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"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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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.

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

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

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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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South America - Two Years ago


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Friend, meister, partner, and Queen."

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