Death City

Enma was about to tell him to shut the hell up and sit down, but realized they'd both probably die if she didn't follow his orders. "Right!" she said after hesitating a bit, dropping the bloodied sword shaft. A flash of white light enshrouded the room and a bow clattered to the ground, waiting for Dom's use.
"Let's go! You're so slow!" she commented impatiently, even though Dom was the one who had suggested she transform in the first place.
"If you get our arses kicked, I'll never forgive you!"

"He might have some things he wants to work out before our wave lengths match up hm." Ouija smirked and then she heard 'take out'. "Ohhhh really eh?! I'm starving here lets go hm!"

As soon as Enma commented about being slow Dom had already begun to pick her up and safely slung him across his back before taking a gold arrow from the quiver. As the kishian still charged forward to pick his weapon from the ground Dom stomped on him pinning him down. As the kishian tried to free himself he was met with a golden arrow from Enma's quiver. It howled in pain as it began to disintegrate into the air leaving behind only it soul, a kishian egg. "Heh, looks like you get to eat after all."

Minutes later, Derek had them in his Camaro and was heading into town. "Has anyone told you brother, that you have excellent taste in old cars?" Dereka said from the back seat. Since Tiberius had to sit the front, she was stuck in the back with Ouija. "No, but thank you." he replied, as he pulled into a parking lot. Sliding out the window, Derek didn't feel like opening the door, he stood as Tib got off. "There's a fight." the tall weapon said as Dereka slipped out. "Near the cafe." she added.


[someone call for the calvary]

Ouija sat in the back of the car looking out the window until they arrived. "Ooooh I can't wait t-" Soon as she stepped out the car she felt the bad aura. "There's a kishian near by." Her face showed a frown and her eyes scanned the place, landing on Emma and Dom. "Looks like our friends got into there first fight.

Dereka grinned evilfully as she glanced at Derek, "Tango?" Derek sighed, as he rolled his shoulder when three more showed up. "Well Ouija, guess you're get two lunches today." he said walking and letting his arms hang loosely with his palms up. Dereka followed his brother with Tib already in his glaive form. "Yo Dom, she better eat fast, there's more coming.

Ouija watched as the kishian began to gather around them. "Ohh I get to play, for the second time today hm." She put her hand in Derek's and once again dissipated into to the air and to the form of two whips, one of ice, and the other of fire.

"How perverted of you, whips." Dereka tsked at Derek. "Not my first choice sis." he replied, before they charged at the three kishians. The brother/sister team worked in near concert. Wrapping both whips around one kishian, Derek tossed him and followed him to repeatedly hit the kishian with hard blows. While Dereka played horizionall guillotine with the other two.

"Heh, Looks like you wont have lunch just yet." he said a little weakly as he sat down back against the counter, pulling Enma from his back. Dom wasn't left handed, but he didn't think he could effectively draw back the string on the bow with his right hand. Instead he used his left hand to draw the string and his right hand to keep it steady. His shots would be a little weaker, but at least they would be on target. As the new female miester began throwing her enemy's into the air Dom shot them down. It took a few shoots, but eventually they went down with the combination of attacks. Derek however seemed to be handling himself well with out help.

"What's with these weak attacks, you moron?!" she demanded fiercely, "Sigh.. I guess you can't help it, with that wound of yours slowing you down... And you're a major idiot, to boot!"
As the Kishians were defeated, two jets of dark red aura were released from their bodies and seemed to be attracted to the bow, instantly evaporating once nearing Dom. The weapon in his hands gave off a dull blue glow and felt warm to the touch.
In an instant, Enma reappeared beside her meister in human form, smiling in satisfaction. "Thanks for the meal," she joked.
Enma then grimaced as she surveyed the debris on the ground and the overall damage of the restaurant. Windows broken, the door completely taken off, a huge chunk of the wall was missing, and it seemed as if the ceiling had completely caved in.. though Enma wasn't sure how that had happened.
Luckily, none of the civilians caught in the fight were wounded.. and had managed to escape during the array of attacks given by meisters, weapons, and Kishians alike. Although, the police standing outside the ruined structure weren't looking too happy.. neither was the owner of the diner.

"MY DINER!" yelled a voice from inside the kitchen. A plump, womanly figure waddled through the remains of the kitchen door and a look of horror crossed her face as she spotted Derek, wielding whips and angrily beating a Kishian. The owner made sure to keep clear from them and sidestepped the debris, whirling around to face Dereka, Dom, and Enma. "Who's going to pay for this?!!?!?!?!" she whailed, running out of the diner through the extremely large hole in the wall and proceeded to engage herself in a heated arguement with a frustrated looking policeman.

Enma frowned, knowing they would probably be the ones footing the bill at the end of the day. She turned to Dom, her eyes instantly settling on the bloody mess that was once a shoulder. "Aww.. My brave Knight, " she said sarcastically, gingerly touching the wound. Enma ripped a long piece of cotton from the hem of her skirt and proceeded to bandage Dom's injury. "Perhaps we should get the hell out of here.. and luckily, THEY'LL be the only ones responsible for paying the damage bills," Enma muttered to her meister inaudibly, making sure he was the only one who could hear her words. With that being suggested, Enma laughed loudly and punched his wounded shoulder, "grow a pair and take the pain like a man."

"That may be the best plan here. After all he is the heir to Yumuca family. They'll be able to handle this no problem." Just after he finished his sentence, Enma felt it necessary to pound his wound to hide any suspicion. Dom mouth gaped wide open holding back an audible queue of pain. "Was that really necessary?!" he said aloud. As he stood up next to her eying the enraged owner of the diner. "Well, Derek we hate to eat and run, but it looks like you have everything under control here. I have to get back to the academy to see Mrs. Marie. See ya!" He said with a big grin just before dashing out the broken window heading back to the academy, Enma right behind him.

Back at the academy Dom was sitting on the hospital be in the school infirmary with no shirt as Mrs. Marie, the school nurse, tended to him. He was the second to be treated after insisting that Enma's cuts be bandaged first. "There you go sweetie all patched up." Mrs. Marie said in a sweet voice before leaving to dispose of the medical waste. "Looks like we can take the rest of the day off." Dom looked at Enma's bandaged hands. "Sorry about that. I should have been gentler."

Enma examined her own damaged fingers and smiled at her meister with hidden smugness, a bit pleased that he would care to notice such a thing. Of course, she'd never let her satisfaction show.
"Damn straight, you moronic idiot!" she remarked haughtily, hitting Dom's wounded shoulder, "I'm like a delicate flower.. You should be gentle with fragile objects, stupid."
Enma flipped the black hair over her shoulder and shot a wilting glance at Dom's newly patched shoulder and exhaled loudly, taking a seat next to him on the cot. "Even after I ruined my skirt just for your sake....... You're so ungrateful," she commented, scowling in extreme irritation.
"Just... Just what were you thinking anyway?! Don't you realize you could have died.. ?" Enma questioned, her features softening for just a moment.
Catching herself, the angry frown returned to her face and she folded her arms against her chest defiantly.
"D-Don't flatter yourself, idiot.. It's not that I care or anything! A girl should never resort to such menial tasks, and I never want to use a trashcan lid as self defense.. ever again, you got that?!"
Enma sighed, clearly flustered by her rant, "And here I thought you were my Prince Charming.. you know, like in those fairy tales? Guess I was wrong.. IDIOT."

Again Enma struck Dom were it hurt the most and he began to see a pattern here. "I know, you were just so mad at me that I had to do something to get you out of harms way." he retorted before she continued on her rant mentioning how she patched him with a piece of her skirt. The most interesting part was around the middle when she actually did seem generally worried about what he did, even going so far as to changing the ever present scowl on her face. Immediately after he saw this he smiled tilting his head to the side for the rest of her rant as she tried to hid her worry with more insults. "I may not live up to the fantasy of Prince Charming Enma, but I told you didn't I? It's as much my job to help you grow into a death scythe as it is to protect you." After he said this his smile faded as he turned his head to look out the window and Mrs. Marie came back into the room. "You two can go home whenever your ready. Lord Death has excused you from the training missions seeing as you two collected two souls already." She smiled before heading back to her desk and taking out a book to read. "Thank you Mrs. Marie." Dom said as he stood and put his shirt back on and buttoned it up.

"So Enma. I think I owe you a proper meal and new skirt right? Lets head back into town." he said standing from the cot.

Enma completely disregarded anything Dom had said before the part about offering her a new skirt and food. Instead, the girl laced her fingers together and smiled blissfully upon hearing about the short vacation they'd been granted.
"Uwaah!" she cried, twirling around girlishly to face Dom, "only a skirt?" Enma scoffed and placed a hand on her hip while looking at her meister a bit slyly.
"Since you have so much time to waste, you should treat me to more than a meal and a measly little skirt, don't you think? And I think it's only proper since you treated me so roughly.. Not to mention the damage you've done!"
For emphasis, Enma wiggled her bandaged fingers in front of his face and strode out the door, expecting Dom to follow suite.

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A shady figure pressed herself against the wall, directly beneath the ajar window of the Nurse's office where she had just been spying on 2 most.. peculiar prey. The witch had a difficult time removing herself from the wall, as her small, black wings were crushed from the pressure. She exhaled deeply, relieved that the weapon and meister had left the room.. It had been a rather close call when the male turned to look out the window.
The black shadow darted across the blackened tiles and concealed itself within the darkness.

Dom tried to raise an objection, but Enma had already started leaving before he could think of something to say. As she passed the door way he simply slumped his shoulders and sighed in defeat. Mrs. Marie looked at him and laughed. "Have fun dear." she said in between her laughter to which Dom responded with a grimace and a smile merged together. Just before leaving the room he looked at the window again. 'I could have sworn I felt something. Just my imagination I guess.' he concluded as he ran to catch up to Enma before she got to far ahead. "What exactly did you have in mind, in addition to the skirt and meal?" he asked already afraid of the answer.

Flone giggled uncontrollably, in a voice sweeter than honey, as she trailed behind the quarrelsome pair to town. Her hair was platinum blond, resembling the color white in the sunlight and accompanied by deep blue eyes. Her appearance gave her the look of innocence, though she was anything but. Flone used her sweet-natured appearance as an advantage against her enemies and wasn't afraid to use the strength to a maximum.

Having one last laugh at the partners, Flone vanished in an instant and appeared behind the meister, laughing delightedly as she pushed the boy into double glass doors leading into an expensive-looking boutique. The impact of the heavy weight caused the fragile glass doors to break, shattering the gleaming shards into the air, onto bystanders, and upon peoples' walking space. The debris proved to be hazardous, as a little boy near Enma began sobbing with extreme animation.The trickster vanished once again without a trace and admired her dirty work from an unknown distance.
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Enma frowned unhappily for many reasons: the embarrassment from being seen with a man responsible for making a little child cry, the fact that a child is crying and just will not shut up, and how destiny had not fated her with good luck and that they'd both have to pay for the doors. She then looked to the crying child deviously, now being soothed by his mother.. Perhaps he'd be willing to pay the damages for her.
Dismissing the damned thought, Enma turned to Dom and her upside down smile grew wider. "Well, Dom.. I didn't think you were so fond of women's clothing that you'd actually break down a glass door, " she stated coolly, staring him directly in the eyes.
Enma hesitated in offering a helping hand and was a bit ashamed of how selfish she was.

"Eh??" was all Dom could say as he felt a push come from behind him send him quickly into a pair of glass door that unfortunately for him did not open inward. The glass shattered into a million pieces and came crashing down on Dom like a water fall. As he fell he thought he caught a glimpse of a soul not normal, but it disappeared before he could tell anything else it vanished. The only fortunate thing about the situation was that the door was safety glass and it shattered into near harmless cubes instead of deadly jagged edges. "Well, Dom.. I didn't think you were so fond of women's clothing that you'd actually break down a glass door, " Dom took Enma's helping hand grabbing her wrist instead of her bandaged hand so as not to hurt her. "I just can't control myself when I see a blouse that would look great on a woman." He said continuing the joke that was made at his expense as he tried to find the strange soul from earlier. It was nowhere to be found and Dom eventually gave up. "I'll go talk to the manager about the door. go peruse around as much as you like till i get back." He said the cashier already ready to take him there.

Enma narrowed her eyes in displeasure at his words, though concealing her disdain. She was about to snap at him in a witty manner, but Dom was already gone. A bit lonely, Enma shrugged and walked further into the boutique, clearly fascinated by the beautiful material in front of her. Already, she was swarmed with a group of money-hungry clerks and employees. Despite her fiery personality, Enma seemed to adore all the attention she was receiving and gestured towards several expensive looking dresses. The men and women waiting her smiled brightly and flit about, preparing a dressing room and gathering all the lavish items she had been foolishly attracted to.
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Flone hung upside down from the roof, peering into the boutique with a bat-like stance with her mouth hanging open in disgust. "What ghastly taste!"
Shaking her curls a bit ruefully, the witch backflipped and landed on the ground blithely; she was not happy with her dirty work as it did not turn out the way she had first expected it to. Flone entered the boutique, sidestepping the broken glass gracefully like all the other bystanders and stepped into the marble hall where the meister and weapon had just been standing before parting ways.
Which one to follow? Flone cocked her head to the side and blinked as her lower lip jutted forward in a cutesy manner; the weapon was keeping busy by engorging herself with the trendy patterns and smooth textures. But.. where was the meister?!
What a bad witch she was! Flone snapped her fingers together, creating a brisk sound and hurried in the opposite direction as her wings dematerialized. She hoped in relocating the man, as Flone could tell he was a tricky fellow.

"Gah, what a pain." Dom said aloud as he entered the hallway from a door labeled manager. "I'm just glad I got out of there before Enma had a chance to say anything." His voice echoed slightly in the long and gray hallway. It seemed to go on forever with more hallways connecting to it all as dull and lifeless as this one. It was a far cry from the bright boutique just a few turns away. Just as he was about to round the corner back towards the boutique he saw a girl coming down the hallway searching for something. Dom was headed back towards the boutique already dreading the hit he would suffered to his wallet. He passed the girl and a slight chill ran up his spine, but he ignored it and continued.