(Closed) Overlord and Nebula's Soul Eater Wonderland

[BunBun]

The summer days had came and went in a blink of an eye for the students at DWMA. Now it was the back to school. And with new beginning, comes new students, world threat, evil plans, tests, crazy teachers and HOT DOGS!?


Will the students survive this year?




Picture this. A night with a smiling crescent moon that dripped blood and view the world below with sunken eyes. It's a terrifying to those new to this world but to locals, it is tranquil view. The night was undisturbed and silent until faint stepping sounds could be heard reverberating through the city streets. A figure hopped from roof to roof. All that could be made out was it was male and contained long hair. His pace appeared he was not in a rush but press for time at the same time, considering his arms were in some pocket and his chest leaning forward.


He landed in front of a cemetery and walked to a tombstone. The cloaked figure placed their hand on top of the stone and stayed like that for five minutes before sliding his hand off and walking away for the night. Where his hand was previously, lay a single white lily.


It appeared to have been freshly cut and contained a few drops of water inside the petals. A gentle breeze knocked down the flower and it gingerly laid in front of the tombstone. The inscription written displaying "Wayne Krueler, beloved weapon and friend, he will be missed". Another breeze took the delicate flower and lifted into the night, disappearing in a blink of an eye.




Twelve hours later and the eerie moon was replaced with an equally scary sun. The sun's ray being sharp corners and an artificial glow emanated from it, making it appear from a kids coloring book.


The school year had begun and rumors of new arrivals raced through the halls of said Death Meister Weapon Academy. And who had started all that buzz? Well ol' Death incarnate himself. If anyone question his means behind it, he would answer with a cheeky bounce and explaining it as a healthy exercise of finding out the truth. In the end it was the truth but the crazy assertions of the new arrivals were grander than what they were suppose to be.


As the kids filtered into the school. Among them a multicolored long haired male. Two characters were still on their way over to the school. Charter buses were not that great to travel in to begin with.

 

[Basement Spaghetti]

Mirizam disembarked with a groan, rolling her neck around a few times the moment her feet hit the ground. A pair of white headphones covered her ears, and when she slid them off the sounds of catchy J-Pop could be heard bouncing out of them at high volumes. She gave her head a few shakes, pulling her hair free of the headphones and flipping it out the back, finally looking over her shoulder at the weapon on her back. It was gigantic and sterling white, and the glistening in the orb told Mirizam exactly how her weapon partner was feeling. She grinned at it. "Poor boy, no one to listen to your yapping, huh?" A gentle breeze picked up from the northwest, directly from the DWMA, making the heat a bit more bearable. "You know, if you worked on the whole 'people skills' thing, you'd have more than just me to talk to."





The sword let out a huff, and despite being immobile it could be assumed his arms were crossed. "If you would stop being so insufferable, I'd be able to talk to just you and be happy with it." Droves of students were passing the scene, mostly ignoring the sight due to the fact that weapons were well known here. It wasn't so strange seeing someone talking to an impractical weapon strapped to their back. "Are you listening to my music again, too? And is that my iFrog?" Mirizam snickered mischievously, tucking a distinctly frog-shaped piece of technology into her pants pocket. "Death's sake, Mirizam, what have I told you about doing that? I'm not able to use it in this form, but still, I thought better of you."

 

[BunBun]

Sherbert sat at a table closest to the entrance so he could see the incoming students. His head rested on the cool wooden table, an expression of boredom seem to be etched on to his feature. The room was devoid of any students save for himself and his teacher, Mr. Stein. It was his third year in DMWA so there was nothing new about the school or the teacher, who was having a smoke near the window.


The both of them formed some type of bond when the second year rolled in. Mr. Stein could relate to the boy, much alike in that both had strong souls. They had no weapons but could amplify their own and even connect to others. The only difference was Sherbet was inexperienced and uncaring to progress.


He blinked lazily as students soon trickled in. In his mind, all of them had no face and nothing special about him. That is until one wearing all white appeared through the door, Mirizam.

 

[Basement Spaghetti]

Mirizam threw an arm over her head as she passed into the school, stretching it out. She yawned again, too, looking over her shoulder at Procyon. "So, tell me, what do you think the school's going to be like this year? Classes wise, anyway? I sure hope we don't get stuck in that crazy Advanced Combats class with Stein..." She muttered the last bit under her breath, seeing the man himself nearing earshot. Feigning ignorance, she threw her hands up behind her head, throwing a wink at the sad looking kid next to Stein. When they had passed, she let out a sigh. "Poor kid, it looks like Stein already found his first victim of the year."





Procyon snorted. "Like that time he made an example of you in basic combat class! Remember that? The banana peel and the whipped cream-" Procyon was cut off as his sword form was thrown across the room, clattering in the distance. Mirizam whistled and began away from the scene while a large portion of students turned to see what had been flung. "M-Mirizam! You get back here right now!"





Whistling, Mirizam rounded the corner, giving Procyon a one-finger salute pressed with her hands behind her head. Procyon was now sloppily propped against the wall with flocks of students surrounding him, gawking at the sight. One commented on the size of the weapon, another dared a friend to try and lift it. All the while Procyon held his breath, and single bead of sweat sliding down the outside of his sword. So long as he remained still, maybe the scene would go away? Curse that Mirizam for leaving him behind, too! She knew about his social woes! If he was in his human form, he would have stomped his foot by now.

 

[BunBun]

The bus stopped at the center of the city, in front of the notorious school. Two equally exhausted young adults exited out the bus with four luggage the size of a 42 inch flat screen televisions. The bus closed its doors and rushed off to its next destination, kicking up a dust cloud that shrouded the two new arrivals. These two were the ones rumored to be seven feet tall, had seen Death's real face and beaten a whole witches nest. As the dust traveled down to the ground, the two of them had begin to walk towards the school, revealing their presence to all.


The one on the right was male, at a height around five feet and eight inches, with choppy blonde hair, slightly built build and clothes that were rumpled. On the left of his was a rather short fiery looking girl with a slight pudge and clothes equally rumpled as her companion. Only this one contained a yellow stain at the corner. It was a seventeen hour trip so who could blame them for their state. They made their way silently to the corridors and to Death's office.


"Hello, hello! Thanks for comin', great to see you! You must be Icarus and you must be Sol. Welcome to my school... Okay well that's about all I have to say. Have a great time here." As they turned around to head to their class, they were stopped by Lord Death again.


"You will be sharing rooms with one called Mirizam. Okay, that's it. Byeeee~." The door slammed in their faces, they exchanged silent messages and continued on their way. Carrying their luggage with them to Stein's class.

 

[Basement Spaghetti]

Mirizam was kicking back in the classroom. She had arrived early, making it before many of her peers. This was common for her, she realized, making sure she had good seating and beating all the common folk who would wander into class whenever they felt like it. She smiled proudly, throwing her arms up behind her hand and leaning farther back on her chair. It was then she realized that Procyon was missing, probably still pinned against that wall by his social anxieties. There would be an earful waiting for her the moment they reached her flat on the outskirts of the campus town. At least she'd make it up to him by making macaroni and cheese tonight. Doing that for Procyon would save her a few of their battles, in fact.


A figure dropped down beside her, but Mirizam hardly flinched. Instead, she snickered lightly. "It's been forever since you've been in your human form. How long did it take you to remember how legs work?"





The figure was Procyon. He pushed bangs out of his eyes and snorted in retort. "I hate this. I hate having all these fluids rushing around inside me and all this hair and this sweat... Ugh." He shuddered. "How do you handle it all day? This is hell!"





Mirizam shrugged. "It's a learning curve, I suppose. Speaking of, you'll be unhappy to hear we're getting new friends to move in with us. A weapon and meister pairing, like us." Her face instantly turned serious the moment she said it. "They're probably going to pair us off with these schmucks for missions. After we almost were defeated last time, I can't say I blame them... But it's leaving a sour taste in my mouth nonetheless."





Procyon grimaced. "Oh dear, sharing with two others? Can our flat even hold that kind of population? I mean, what will we do with the storage room! It'll have to become a bedroom! And worse, what if they start snooping through my stuff? I mean, you already don't respect my boundaries but at the very least, you're trustworthy. I don't know these people, though. What if they're criminals? I mean, I know that we're criminals but still..."


His rambling continued on and on, with Mirizam paying it no mind. This was already shaping up to be unique. Death was trying to shackle her up and slow her down by giving her two people to babysit. Or, worse yet, assigning two people to babysit her.

 

[BunBun]

Icarus Black


His back was stiff, arms were sore and he smelled like a bag of sweaty pigs. That was the price he paid for accepting the offer to transfer to DMWA so quickly. It seemed like a good idea at the time but the trip decayed the proposal. All he wanted now was a hot shower to relieve the stink lines and tension off his body, maybe even some food. Though it did not go according to plan when Death himself said they would be heading to class. Even worse when they would have to find this "Mirizam" person. He shared a glance with his weapon, both agreeing the predicament was uncanny and it was all his fault.


It took almost fifteen minutes for them to locate the class assigned and another fifteen to go to it. When they arrived to the classroom door, their aura expressed a combination of pissed off and drowsiness. Icarus was the first to step through the door and the first to have the eyes of everyone. It felt exposing but he buried the feeling and puffed his chest. Another step to the class was stop short when a looming figure came from his right. Instinctively he had twisted his body to give momentum for his punch only to have it stopped midway with a hand on his elbow. The luggage he carried now in the hands of a pale man with a screw through his head.


"I see that you found your way well." The man was slouched against the back end of a swivel chair. His round glasses giving a glint and no view of his eyes.


"You must be the rumored new arrivals." A pause to click his giant screw a few times. "I must say, you're reflexes are quite impressive but your left side lacks flexibility." To demonstrate Mr. Stein had twisted his arm clockwise and it bent rigidly. Icarus made a strangled cry and doubled over. The second he felt like his arm was going to break, the teacher had let go and he stood up with a heavy breath.


"I'm Mr. Stein, young man." With that being said, the man turned to the class and picked up where he had left off in his lecture. He turned to his weapon who shrugged and took a cue to head into class like nothing had happened. He sat coincidentally beside Sherbet who had been watching them since they arrived.


Sol "Sunny" Eversteen


This was all her meister's fault. It was his fault for making them go here and she was going to make him pay once she had her strength back. It all had started with a call from the principal's office. Instead of the both of them, like it usually is, this time it was only Icarus. When he had come out with a shit-eating grin, she knew he had made something rash. Then when he told her what he did, she had hit him. Hard.


But nonetheless they had arrived and the experience was not so bad. Besides the short visit with Death and getting lost, Sol appreciated the architecture and... and... no, she did not like it. She had tried her best with the situation but she hated the busy city life and the constant need to be indoors.


Standing by the doorway, she let her meister go first and face the crowd. And the teacher and his attack and uncanny introductions. She stifled her laughter at the bad karma he rightfully deserve. Maybe she did not need to seek revenge. She directed her attention to the students and notice many unique individual. A guy with black-white hair, another with multicolored hair, a girl with pretty white hair and another with afro. But none of them stood out to her as "Mirizam". It seemed too troublesome to ask so she would let Icarus ask.


As Sol sat down, her luggage safely under her desk along with Icarus's, she let her weariness get the best of her and had began to doze off. So much for upholding her nickname.


Sherbet


Sherbet listened in on Mirizam and her weapon's conversation, finding them the only two who were different than the standard students. They were sitting at the table above him and Mirizam was not the best in keeping quiet with complaints so it justified his "eavesdropping". So two new students will be coming in? I wonder what they would look like. He mused at the idea that they were capable of taking down a nest of witches but he was surprised at the reality. Instead of buff kids with glasses, it was a scrawny looking guy with a petite girl tagging behind him. They looked to be in the worst shape ever, not the high standards of a DMWA student.


What was even more shocking was the display of agility even with the boy's current state. It did not help in the end because Mr. Stein had caught the incoming punch and used the momentum against the boy. In a blink of an eye, the conference between the two at the entrance was over and they were heading to sit down as the teacher droned more on about the itinerary. He kept a watchful glance throughout the whole day.

 

[Basement Spaghetti]

That was certainly quite a way to introduce oneself to the entirety of the class. A foolish boy lost to such a simple move, and was bent all out of shape by the try-hard professor in the first moments of class! Mirizam was chewing on the end of her thumb in thought. If Mirizam was in that position, the movement for freedom would have been simple. A simple strike to the elbow of Stein would be adequate enough to loosen the grip on the arm, and after a simple jerk, he would have been free. Stein was correct, the reaction from his left hand was too slow, allowing Stein the moment to take firm grasp of the elbow and land the finishing blow. But after an elbow strike like that, Stein's retaliation would have been simply to raise his leg and strike out the knees of the boy, or perhaps do a swipe? Nonetheless, Stein was a very powerful opponent, meaning the reaction would have had consequences whatever the case may have been.


These must have been the new students. A young man and a girl, both of whom Mirizam swore she could see the stink lines rolling off of. The trip for them must have been farther, and with much less travelling soap. A quick glance at Procyon revealed that he had reached similar conclusions, judging by the appalled look on his face. Judging by the combat ability of the boy, Mirizam discerned he must be a meister, like herself and Stein. A simple weapon would have a difficult time keeping up with movements like Stein and his advanced combat training. The quiet and cool demeanor of the girl who entered only fueled Mirizam's judgement, simply due to the fact she reminded Mirizam of the way Procyon acted.


Class continued as planned, in the very class Mirizam herself feared the most. Advanced Combat. She shuddered the moment he spoke the name of the class aloud. Basic combat was a class that absolutely destroyed her last semester, entirely physically. Stein was a slave driver, hiding his sadistic intentions behind glinting glasses. Perhaps the screw in his head was a way to keep himself sane? Mirizam was digressing in her thoughts. After some time to allow things to settle down, Mirizam raised her hand. "Sir, if I may, I'd like a chance to spar with you, like the new kid." She shot a glance at him, eyes burning with a self-indulgent pride. "I feel like I gained a decent idea of how to react to your counter-attack. Plus, I've been working on my lessons from last year, and feel like showing you what I'm made off."

 

[BunBun]

Stein stopped mid sentence and swiveled on his chair to the voice. His face portrayed nothing until the very last second where it pulled into a sinister smirk.


"Well well it seems someone is eager to have their selves beaten to a pulp." He tilted his head to the side, for a better view at Mirizam.


"Mirizam. I should have known." Mr. Stein took a pause and contemplated whether to let this happen or not. With that brief silence, he let himself have a cigarette. The smoke wafting up to the ceiling and out the vent. Icarus could be seen biting his lip to keep quiet while Sol was fast asleep.


"I suppose so." A deep drag and exhale of smoke.


"Students, follow me to the battle arena." A final declaration and Mr. Stein was already kicking off out the door, knowing they would follow.


The students started to talk once the teacher was leaving. It was not everyday someone challenge their teacher. The only two who were unaware of the cause for the uproar was Icarus and Sol.


Icarus wondered if the girl was a fool for doing that but refrain from questioning her. He picked up Sol, who was known to be a deep sleeper and made his way out the door with the rest of them.


As Mr. Stein traveled down the hallways his lips turned upward once again.


"Let's see how far have you progressed, Mirizam."

 

[Basement Spaghetti]

During her walk down the arena, Mirizam followed at the back of the group with her weapon. The two were deep in discussion about the events to follow.


"You're such an idiot!" Procyon snapped, slapping Mirizam across the back of the head. Mirizam reeled, rubbing the spot. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I swear Mirizam, your pride is going to get the best of you. You know you don't stand a chance against Stein. You know, the single best Meister around besides Death himself!" Procyon was completely beside himself, but eventually took in a deep breath. "Alright, I'm sure you have a plan. What is it, huh? Spit it out."





Mirizam shrugged. "I don't really have a plan, honestly."





Procyon froze up. "What do you mean you don't have a plan? You're telling me you did this completely off the cuff? No ideas whatsoever?"





Mirizam nodded. "I mean, the new kid got a chance to do it. I figured I'd show them what I've got, too, you know?" She shot Procyon a thumbs up, and you could practically see the glint off of her teeth. "How will we ever become the best if we don't fight the best, you know?"





Procyon sighed, rubbing his temples lightly. "What am I ever going to do with you..." The figures passed into the arena. "Well, it's too late to back down now." He held out a closed fist. "Go knock him dead. Show him how they do it on the streets."





Mirizam took her place apart from Stein. About seven paces made up the distance between them. Mirizam bounced on her feet, spread shoulder-width apart, with her side turned to Stein. Her arms hung loose at her sides, limp, but it was obvious to everyone she had been taking her training seriously. Tight ripples of fine muscle ran across her form, all the more apparent now that she was prepared for combat. She snapped her neck to either side, and smiled at Stein. "I'm ready when you are, sir."

 

[BunBun]

Icarus set down his weapon beside him. By some miracle, she had the ability to sleep sitting down and even standing up, if Sol had no other option. When they were only acquaintances, Icarus was weirded out when he had witness it for the first time. Now that time passed, it was as normal as breathing for him. He still kept a watchful eye on her just in case. Icarus sat down by Procyon, by some fate and waited for the match to start. He would make mental notes on how the teacher and the girl fought, in case he were to fight with them.


"I guess we both are ready then." Stein played with his giant screw, still sitting down in his lap chair.


The difference between the two battle stances were on polar opposite. For one, the student was in a ready stance while the teacher seemed bored in his seat. That stupid glint not showing what he was thinking.

 

[Basement Spaghetti]

Stein rarely took anything seriously, and Mirizam knew this coming in.  The battle simulation was never meant to be taken seriously by him, but instead be used by Mirizam as a gauge of her own strengths.  Whether or not the hours upon hours she poured into her training during the summer months with worthwhile, or simply a waste of time.  What kinds of training would be necessary going forward.  All of these things would be discernible from how badly Mirizam was beaten in this conflict.  Mirizam shook out her limbs for a moment before training her eyes into a deathly glare at her opponent.  


During their first class together, Mirizam was absolutely destroyed by Stein in combat.  Three broken ribs, a hairline fracture in her right forearm and a shattered left hand.  The fight lasted only a few moments, and was one of the single most embarrassing moments of her life, but only fed fuel into the fire burning in her chest.  This anger was now resurging into her, and anyone trained could see the shape of a soul form around her.  It was a bright blue and had a pair of wings sticking out from either side of the semi-sphere.  The left wing was that of an angel, feathery in composition and looking fluffy to the touch.  The right wing was a bat-like wing, covering in some kind of leathery skin and sharp at several points.  


Mirizam inhaled once, and planted her foot into the ground, sprinting forward as quickly as she could.  Her arms moved in sync with her legs like a professional sprinter, and she bent her body low, coming up around the side of Stein.  She planted in the right corner from his back and sprung forward, bringing the side of her foot down towards the left side of Stein's face, attempting a devastating kick.