QuirkyAngel
White Masquerade's Blue Oni
Ella Trinity
Head rested against the desk, a bit of drool leaking from her slightly parted mouth, Ella slowly opened her eyes. She couldn’t say why she woke up. She just did. Rubbing her eyes, Ella stretched, letting out a yawn as she brushed back her pale pink hair. For a moment, Ella glanced confusedly around the empty classroom before realization dawned on her.
Asleep. I feel asleep again. She pouted. No one tried to wake me up either.
But then, if anyone knew Ella’s condition, they also knew it was impossible to wake her up in her ‘death/sleep state’. Perhaps they had tried and she hadn’t been aware. Slowly pushing herself to her feet and moving like, well, like zombie, Ella stared lazily at a flier sitting on her desk.
When did that get there?
Either way, Ella didn’t really care about some silly concert. She had no one to go with anyway. After her meister died, and the rumors about numerous failed partnerships, there weren’t many people willing to approach her as friends. Bitter people who can’t let go.They called her names. The ‘cursed weapon’ they called her—Stray who likes to wander from meister to meister. The slut. No one was good enough for her or so they said. They didn’t understand! It wasn’t that they weren’t good enough. She just couldn’t help it. Every time she worked with a meister, she couldn’t help comparing them to Kira. It was painful. Staying too long with one meister was painful. Her tears blurred her vision, but whether they were tears of anger or sadness it was hard to say.
Shaking her head, Ella snatched the flier from her desk and crumpled it before slipping it into her pocket. No! There was no need to dwell on the words of clingy people. They were wrong about her. Wrong! Perhaps she could convince Jack to join her. Her cousin understood her. She was happy when she heard he was attending DWMA. Delighted! He was a dice-loving wierdo, but he was nice. Later though. First she needed to find a temporary partner and sign up for a mission. Ella didn’t want to be dropped from the EAT class after all. And the only way to do that, after Kira’s death, was prove that she could still take on missions. She had to prove to death that she could still function even without Kira. Humming a little tune to herself, Ella was about to leave the classroom when a loud shout made her curious.
“Great Evening Star, Warren Langston, reporting for duty! Yep! You’re looking at the next Death Scythe right here!”
It came from outside. Stepping towards the open, circular, classroom window, Ella peered down at the field. There seemed to be some sort of exercise going on with a new teacher. But then again, Ella was often absent from school, so she couldn’t exactly be sure if it was a new teacher or an old one. There were simply some she recognized and some she didn’t. Resting her face against her hands, and her elbows against the window sill, Ella scanned the field of tiny-looking people. She caught sight of Jack and a blonde boy clinging to his back.
Training for NOT students?
But if that was the case, why was the Great Evening Star there? She knew about him, of course. It was hard not to. He always tended to shout his name the loudest. His partner was there was well. Are they doing a demonstration? There were also EAT students that didn’t have a partner like her, Prince and Ouroboros, as present as well. Even Dynamite was there. Ella tilted her head. Are they scoping for potential partners from the NOT students? Maybe she should ask one of them to temporarily partner with her for a mission. She’d heard the rumors regarding Prince, and considering the rumors some people spread about her, she wasn’t sure she really believed them. She could even relate somewhat. Is he as malicious to his partners as the rumors claimed? Or is there more?
Then there was Ouroboros who had a hard time matching wavelengths with others, and Dynamite who no one seemed to like for some reason. They all interested her. Not that she planned on being a permanent partner with any of them. Or anyone at all really. But she still held onto a lingering hope that, maybe, just maybe, somewhere out there, her knight in shining armor existed, ready to swoop in and save her from her loneliness. My next one true love. Until then, she would keep herself open. She would keep experimenting. And she would keep the people she liked close.
With that in mind, Ella smirked and waved out the window. “Yoohoo~! Jaaaaaaaack. I see you~!”
She didn’t know if he could see her or hear her from the distance. Or if other people could see or hear her. She didn’t care either way. Cupping her hand around her mouth, she shouted. “Welcome to DWMA!”
Head rested against the desk, a bit of drool leaking from her slightly parted mouth, Ella slowly opened her eyes. She couldn’t say why she woke up. She just did. Rubbing her eyes, Ella stretched, letting out a yawn as she brushed back her pale pink hair. For a moment, Ella glanced confusedly around the empty classroom before realization dawned on her.
Asleep. I feel asleep again. She pouted. No one tried to wake me up either.
But then, if anyone knew Ella’s condition, they also knew it was impossible to wake her up in her ‘death/sleep state’. Perhaps they had tried and she hadn’t been aware. Slowly pushing herself to her feet and moving like, well, like zombie, Ella stared lazily at a flier sitting on her desk.
When did that get there?
Either way, Ella didn’t really care about some silly concert. She had no one to go with anyway. After her meister died, and the rumors about numerous failed partnerships, there weren’t many people willing to approach her as friends. Bitter people who can’t let go.They called her names. The ‘cursed weapon’ they called her—Stray who likes to wander from meister to meister. The slut. No one was good enough for her or so they said. They didn’t understand! It wasn’t that they weren’t good enough. She just couldn’t help it. Every time she worked with a meister, she couldn’t help comparing them to Kira. It was painful. Staying too long with one meister was painful. Her tears blurred her vision, but whether they were tears of anger or sadness it was hard to say.
Shaking her head, Ella snatched the flier from her desk and crumpled it before slipping it into her pocket. No! There was no need to dwell on the words of clingy people. They were wrong about her. Wrong! Perhaps she could convince Jack to join her. Her cousin understood her. She was happy when she heard he was attending DWMA. Delighted! He was a dice-loving wierdo, but he was nice. Later though. First she needed to find a temporary partner and sign up for a mission. Ella didn’t want to be dropped from the EAT class after all. And the only way to do that, after Kira’s death, was prove that she could still take on missions. She had to prove to death that she could still function even without Kira. Humming a little tune to herself, Ella was about to leave the classroom when a loud shout made her curious.
“Great Evening Star, Warren Langston, reporting for duty! Yep! You’re looking at the next Death Scythe right here!”
It came from outside. Stepping towards the open, circular, classroom window, Ella peered down at the field. There seemed to be some sort of exercise going on with a new teacher. But then again, Ella was often absent from school, so she couldn’t exactly be sure if it was a new teacher or an old one. There were simply some she recognized and some she didn’t. Resting her face against her hands, and her elbows against the window sill, Ella scanned the field of tiny-looking people. She caught sight of Jack and a blonde boy clinging to his back.
Training for NOT students?
But if that was the case, why was the Great Evening Star there? She knew about him, of course. It was hard not to. He always tended to shout his name the loudest. His partner was there was well. Are they doing a demonstration? There were also EAT students that didn’t have a partner like her, Prince and Ouroboros, as present as well. Even Dynamite was there. Ella tilted her head. Are they scoping for potential partners from the NOT students? Maybe she should ask one of them to temporarily partner with her for a mission. She’d heard the rumors regarding Prince, and considering the rumors some people spread about her, she wasn’t sure she really believed them. She could even relate somewhat. Is he as malicious to his partners as the rumors claimed? Or is there more?
Then there was Ouroboros who had a hard time matching wavelengths with others, and Dynamite who no one seemed to like for some reason. They all interested her. Not that she planned on being a permanent partner with any of them. Or anyone at all really. But she still held onto a lingering hope that, maybe, just maybe, somewhere out there, her knight in shining armor existed, ready to swoop in and save her from her loneliness. My next one true love. Until then, she would keep herself open. She would keep experimenting. And she would keep the people she liked close.
With that in mind, Ella smirked and waved out the window. “Yoohoo~! Jaaaaaaaack. I see you~!”
She didn’t know if he could see her or hear her from the distance. Or if other people could see or hear her. She didn’t care either way. Cupping her hand around her mouth, she shouted. “Welcome to DWMA!”
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