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[The Regal Rper]

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"What strange phenomena we find in a great city, all we need do is stroll about with our eyes wide open. Life swarms with innocent monsters."

- Charles Baudelaire​

Death City, also known as Death Vegas is a city in Nevada, United States and older sister to the neighboring city of Los Vegas. It is the central location for Death Weapon Meister Academy's main branch and school, the D.W.M.A. and is famous for housing the heart of all other DWMA branches across the globe.

Much like most of its other neighboring cities like Vegas and Arizona, Death City, is heavily rooted to warm temperatures and hot climates. Not far from Death City itself is the Mojave Desert and further from that are the Sierra Nevada Mountains. The city has rarely any snow as most snow melts almost instantly not long after falling, and mainly harbors rainy to warm climates.

Death City is infamous for being the accommodation area for most of its agents and students as well as providing multiple features, attractions, and events as well as lodging for not just those that attend the school but having more than enough room for the tourists and visitors that travel there. The city's most famous attraction lies at the Town Square, depicting a 23ft statue of the deceased Lord Death made in 2018 following Death the Kid's ascension.

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1.History 1.1 American History 1.2 Origins 1.3. Post Kishin War​ 2. Geography Places of Interest 1.Dormitories a.Girls b.Boys c. Designated Housing​ 2.Movie Theater 3.Town Square 4.Grissom Street 5.DF Arena 6.Baiser De La Mort

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American History

Death City is roughly estimated about 422 miles away from Los Vegas and was established at an unknown time by Lord Death. It has been theorized the city was established at least 20 years before Los Vegas, and DWMA's original position was transferred to Nevada at some point in time later on.

Origins

No one really knows how long it took Lord Death to build DWMA. Nor does anyone really know the time he managed to do it during the other struggles that may have been occurring with other nations at the time. All Death City's real history can be traced to, was that one day it wasn't there. And then the next, it just was.

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Dormitories
Death City Dormitories are divided by division and rank. One Stars are all in one locations. Two Stars are all in another, and the graduating three stars yet to reach Elite, are elsewhere. Dormitories are usually occupied by students of DWMA where housing and other aspects of lodging are supplied.

One Star Betas are separated by gender while One Star Omegas up to Elites are required required to pick nearby lodgings with their partners or become roommates with their partners in a particular building style. Two Stars are capable of picking a higher priced suite-style home if they so request however that also depends on their wages.

The Town Square
Leading towards the highway that directly connects DWMA to Death City one will find the Town Square full of life. At the center of the Town Square, is the Statue of Death; it depicts Lord Death patting the head of a child by his side with his right, but with his left a claw begins to form from the depths of his cloak. Standing at 23 feet, the Statue of Death took an entire month to make and two weeks to piece together, as all the pieces were created in different countries as a tribute to Lord Death.

Basier De La Mort
The "Kiss of Death" is a coffee making cafe that sells a variety of pastries to its customers. It, like many other businesses and shops at Death City allows part-time workers mostly consisting of DWMA students to partake in its activities. Since the Rebel War, Basier De La Mort, has shifted into holding unique themed events for the sake of their customers.

Grissom Street
Better known as the "Shady Streets" of Death City. Gossom Street has been known to consist of various casinos of all sorts. While nothing illegal has been known to happen there, it is a place well known for harboring the birth of more than one or two Mock Kishins. Grissom Street like most of Death City's streets winds, curves, meanders, and stretches in the most bizarre ways. Its streets tend to be a worse maze than DWMA's layout itself, and it especially gains this feat whenever the full moon about it.

Memorial Gardens
Connected to the Hallow Forest which also acts as another connection to the prestigious academy, Memorial Garden's is located on a small meadow not far from the main streets of Death City and at the center of the many graves, sepulchers, and tombs, is a statue of Crona Gorgon. A prostrated figurine represents the Meister-Weapon, on their knees, shoulders slumped, eyes cast downward hands clasped against chest. The figurine is estimated to be roughly close to 7ft tall. And it's creation was meant to show Crona's true form. The form Maka knew best.

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Stage Name: The Dark Eye
Location: Death Room
Partner: Morgen Stein
Tags: SavingStar

Mido let his light brown eyes fall back onto Morgen as she made her final comment. 'Nice guy.' Hah. She didn't know him or his reputation. Of course, without being from the East Asia Branch, it might be impossible to know his less-than-professional reputation. Those thoughts passed through his mind in the quickest of moments once he made eye contract with the technician maintaining her closed off stance.

"Morgen, I'm going to say this and just once," he told her with a monotonous tone, "get over yourself. Not your trauma. Not your past. Just yourself."

He inhaled deeply, then exhaled a little more slowly. There was an obvious tension, but more so, there was an obvious attempt to control himself. "I requested to go to the West Europe Branch, y'know that? Lord Symmetry requested I come here. He said this batch of students lacked order and intentions. He said you needed a leader--not a teacher. He hoped someone like me, still young, but that had seen battle would help steer these kids in the right direction," Mido explained to her, his tone slightly less calm, but still collected.

"I've known you a whole hour, maybe, but I think I know where part of the problem is. People like you. You should be leading the others and for the love of Death himself, don't say a word about what happened to you. Listen. I've been to four branches in my lifetime and the only one I've ever seen these problems in is this one. In every other branch, if a Meister or Weapon loses their partner, they do one of two things: retire or move on. Not this bullshit were every minute of your day revolves around your losses. That's not good for anyone. Not for you. Not for the students that should look up to you--you're a fuckin' Stein after all. And, mostly, not for your partner," Mido told her. His tone escalated. Not only that, there was a level of condescension in his voice. No. No, not arrogance. Disgust.

He inhaled and exhaled one more time.

"That said, I'm going to make a proposition. You can either turn around right now and I'll go right back to Lord Symmetry, suggest you retire for the social integrity of this facility and request I go to Europe--where I wanted to be. Or, you can go with me to a quaint little cafe called Hollowed Grounds a friend of mine suggested and we can talk about everything under the sun--except those few days in our pasts that changed us. Things like... your favorite color. What movie do you love rewatching? What do you read, if you do? I could go on. There are a million more things that make us who we are than what we lost and I have no intention on letting that loss define either of us," he told her, giving her an ultimatum merged with a rationale that itself explained half the disgust he had for the situation.

 

[SavingStar]

Morgenstern Stein

Should the weapon look to his side, or even into the corners of his peripheral vision, he would notice that Morgenstern had gone pale, if at all possible. She was naturally porcelain skinned, but now she was sheet white, as if all color had been completely s tripped from her skin's pigment.

She felt a wave of cold rush over her, and she resisted the urge to shiver. The wind was not blowing, no, but the chill was not caused by cold. It was caused by the sound of utter disgust in his voice. And the words. Directed towards her.

She felt like she was going to be sick. Not because he didn't seem to like her, but because he was right, and because his words sparked something...

Slowly, she closed her eyes and stopped walking. She bit her lip in an attempt to hold back her words that were sure to be very sharp and possibly even hurtful.

There was a sharp intake of breath as she bit her lip so hard that she tasted blood. After a moment of careful word contemplation, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. There was a fire in her eyes, making many believe that she was about to say something sarcastic.

But, everyone is wrong sometimes. "You're right" she said she said quietly, sadness laced in every word. She gave a short laugh that cracked with her voice halfway through. As she looked up to the sky, she shook her head slowly, blinking to prevent any tears escaping and making her look weak.

"We should be getting to know each other, iAd it makes our partnership stronger. So, here. My favorite color is red, I don't watch movies, and I read lab files, scientific findings in journals my grandfather wrote. Specifically the one in the school library. There, you have your basics. But this sense of loss, it's something you need to know if you really want to understand me."

She blinked. "I've only had two significant partners in my lifetime. Only two that I really care about. Sure, you could actually not give any shits, I'm sure, but I do."

Her face turned serious. "I'm sorry for moping around, really, but neither of my partnerships were very common, or conventional. My first partner was my elder brother, Ares. My best friend, the only person that really understood me after my parents died and my grandfather disappeared. And he's gone. I did something stupid when I was younger that almost got him killed, and I pushed him away. He's in France, and I haven't seen him since I was 14."

She fell silent for a moment, a brief respite from her verbal ministrations. "My second partner was named Damien. He was...astounding. Selfless, brave, caring. Everything I was not, and what I still lack. He was what really set me off. Knowing Ares is safe from me is enough. Wherever he is, he's safe. That makes my mind calm. But..."

As she spoke, a small, sad smile came to play upon her features and her head slightly shook from side to side in a gesture of disapproval. . "Everyone warned me against partnering with him. We were total opposites, which is the reason I figured it was a good idea. But I did exactly what they told me not to. I fell in love with him. And he did the same with me. We were together in secret for three years. He did everything he could. He helped me through treatments for a genetic problem I have so that one day we would be able to marry and start a family, held me when I woke up screaming from the nightmares that plague me even now. He knew me more than anyone."

The smile faded from her lips. "And I killed him." She choked on the words. "One day, I lost control of myself in the middle of a mission. He tried to calm me down, and I took a blade I'd had in case we got separated, and I... I slashed it across his neck. I came back to it right after. First thing I saw was blood coming from tan skin, the look of betrayal in his eyes. And the last thing he said to me.'"

Her breathing picked up, as if she were beginning to panic. Her hand twitches, and she looked away. Her thoughts consumed her, and she remembered that day.

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The red-headed male came to stand behind the once softer female, his meister and the one he was bound to.

"Morgenstern" he had said. "Hey,come on. You're going to be okay. What you're seeing in there? It isn't real. Come back to me, Morgen. You're okay. Morgen, come ba-ACK."

His hand came up to his neck as he staggered back. His eyes widened, and he released a choking noise as he struggled to breathe. He looked at the female, who was now staring at him with wide green eyes, holding a blood-covered blade, staring at him as if he had grown a second head.

A gargled noise came from his throat, and he fell to his knees, his fall broken partially broken by the hands of a bow sobbing Morgenstern Stein holding his head to prevent any further damage.

The silver haired female tore a large chunk of fabric from the base of her pants, pressing it to his neck. "Damien, please" she had said to him, begging every deity she could think of to let him live

. "Stay with me. You're going to be okay. Please, stay with me. Listen to my voice. Do you remember what I asked you...what I asked you the first day we met? I asked what your biggest dream was. You never answered me."

Her voice cracked and her sobs became louder as the fabric became soaked with blood, the crimson liquid now sleeping from between her glove-covered hands as he raised a shaking hand to rest on her cheek.

"Morgenstern..." he said, voice strained and fading fast. "You were the best thing that happened to me, Morgenstern. You are my dream."

And with that, he went limp, passing peacefully in the arms of the woman he had loved. He knew no anger, no grief in his last moments of life. All he knew was elation. Elation that his beloved was safe, and that he would be able to watch her from whatever afterlife the heavens put him in. And love. He felt so, so much love.

As he passed, Morgenstern's sobs turned to agonized cries. Not of physical pain or hurt, but of crippling anguish, the guilt of knowing she had killed the only man that ever loved her. The one she wanted to start a new life with, and face the world with him at her side.

Through her cries, she missed the sound of footsteps running toward her. She registered shadows looming over her, and she felt arms pick her up from her knees, beginning to pull her away from the lifeless body of Damien Schmidt, the man she was going to marry.


"No" she had cried as they brought her away, scratching bare skin and grappling with strong arms. "No,NO! Let me go! Damien, please wake up! PLEASE! I can't do this without you!"

And from that day, the last thing she remembered was a sharp pain as a needle was put in her neck, and then darkness as the sedative kicked in, the last sight a lifeless corpse feet away from her as she finally fell unconscious.
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In present time, Morgenstern had said nothing until the memory was over. Snapping back into reality from her trance, she took a step back, extending her hands towards him as she backed away.

"Look, Mido. I want to partner with you, I really do. But it's been years since it happened, his death, and all the time I had not doing missions was spent thinking of him. It's going to be hard, very hard, but please. PLEASE try to understand. I'm going to try, but I can't promise that I'll be what you want right away. Maybe in time you and whatever the hell this mission is, and more in the future, will make the pain fade. But only time will tell."

With a shaky inhale, she looked into his eyes. "I'm sorry we're off to a bad start. And I promise I'll make an effort to be what you and Lord Symmetry want me to be. Because dwelling over the past is toxic to both one's physical and mental health. But it's just...It's hard."
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Sir Les Paul

//Ew I am so sorry that was the worst thing I have ever written//​

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Stage Name: The Dark Eye
Location: Death Room
Partner: Morgen Stein
Tags: SavingStar

Could fleshly fallen snow ever be outshone by a brighter hue? What was one shade of white to another if not imperfect? One might ask these questions if they saw the same shift in this Stein girl that Mido did.

With what little he honestly knew about her history and personality, he expected her to take a swing at him. Instead, she froze like the very snow he compared her to. Mido was an incredibly observant fellow when he became serious and once he realized the cold case that was Morgenstern Stein had finally cracked open, he seized the moment as one of great importance. Every little thing down to the blood that trickled from her lip to the absent stare in her eyes. He caught it all.

"I have only ever had one real partner, Stein. I don't even know how she died. I don't know how I lived. It's all a blur to me. What I do know is that I don't focus on that mystery. I don't know or even care which Witch killed her. I focus on how Ao lived, Morgen. Ao was an absolute perfectionist. In our year, she was the third highest ranked member of the DWMA; I was seventh. She was the second highest ranked Meister; I was only the third highest weapon. She was strict. Punctual. Intelligent. Everything about her attitude exuded power and control, yet she was like gusts of wind from a tropical storm: warm and unable to be held," Mido told her. She gave him a narrative about her partners, so he reciprocated.

He outstretched his left arm and in doing so had it slowly glow a bright white before it took the form of one of his silver blades--his wool jacket merging into the wooden parts of his weapon form. It was a unique sight in that the transition was slow and controlled instead of the fast changes most weapons performed.

"I didn't start out as her partner. I never thought of it; neither did she. Ao loved to debut her skills in close quarters combat, specifically martial arts. I wanted her because she was unattainable. She turned down every guy that ever tried to get close, even the girls that gave it a go and even her weapon partners gave up trying to train with her. It was too tough. So, naturally, I went after her. See, she didn't care for my advances... but she was interested. In my fighting style. The ☆Hoshi style. The Old Ways. I fought her once and she stomped me--to put it simple. So, I went back and trained. And, trained. And, trained. I trained harder than I ever did in my life before I challenged her again. I still lost, but whatever I did was enough to convince her to train with me. I thought if I did, we might get closer... Mido said. He left off musing over things, as if reflecting back on his past naivety.

Then he laughed and shook his head. He ran his fingers gently down the edge of his own blade, letting them dangerously play with the sharp edge. It was almost tantalizing.

"As we rose through the ranks, I became known as the Dark Eye. The Hoshi are known for their Star Eye, but I'm from the branch family. Most people would never guess I was one of them. Ao became known as Whistle. Partly because the whistle of an arrow was all her targets heard before they died. We spent three years together. Fought a lot of opponents, slayed some monsters, fought off some madness, even tracked down some traitors. In all that time, she refused a date with me. Said it was unprofessional. Told me it would jeopardize our training. And, I won't lie... I was always too scared to lean in for that kiss anyway," Mido told her. It was almost an odd thought to consider someone as verbose as Mido being scared of saying something, but by his accounts...

...then he cut himself. The middle finger of his right hand poured the scent of iron into the air. It wasn't a deep cut, but blood did flow freely from it. Enough to overwhelm the scent of blood that was already there from Morgen biting her lip. Mido took this exact moment as he quickly pulled his hand away from his bladed arm to dive in and press his own lips to those of Stein's. Not long. Just enough for them to connect. Just long enough for him to taste the blood from her own lip. Just enough to really stun her.

Then he kicked back and leaped off the ground, embedding himself into the brick wall of an apartment complex behind him. Not enough to go through, but enough to keep him from falling. He smirked. He didn't expect she would let him get by with that. In fact... he expected a chase.

 

[SavingStar]

Morgenstern Stein

So he is both a blade and a bow weapon She thought to herself. Interesting. I do suppose having both long and short range weapons is preferable over just one. And my two weapons of choice... Lord Symmetry must know something.

Morgenstern had, at that moment, been distracted. As he mused about his partner, she resisted the urge to sigh. What was it with people today and not understanding what the hell she was saying?

First Lord Symmetry, with the story about losing Liz. Yeah, it sucked, but she wasn't DEAD. Now Mido, talking about wanting to fight and train with someone he just happened to be afraid of kissing? Yeah, it didn't sound like he was ready to die for the girl because he was madly in love with her.

She had looked away, inspecting her reflection in the window of a nearby shop. Well, not exactly. She was staring at the scar, which she had forgotten to apply more concealer to. The last thing she wanted was to be questioned about its origins when she was TRYING to have a good time and get to know her new partner.

But the smell of blood, more than the small amount that had escaped her lip upon its splitting from the bite, brought her back to her senses. As soon as the tangy, metallic smelling liquid hit her nose, her head had snapped back, a growl escaping her throats quietly.

"What," she said sarcastically, snorting as the sudden bout of what seemed to be bloodlust melted away from her being, and her aura relaxed ever so slightly more. It returned to its bright lemon yellow hue of one fighting to stay in control with something, the dark gray overlay of a guarded person settling back over it.

Of course, who the hell could read auras that weren't part of one's soul? It wasn't her soul's aura color. No, this was hers.

"How the hell did you manage to cut yourself...on yourself? Honestly, I swear you're more prone to excessive acc-" she was cut off by him pressing his lips to hers. It was fleeting, only for a moment, but Morgenstern could not deny that it had happened. The sudden warmth, the feeling of another's lips on yours...it was unforgettable.

Morgenstern blanched. She said nothing as he propelled himself back into the wall. Rather, she remained still, recoiled from her previous stance, stature now shrunken down by inches. Her eyes were wide and filled with horror.

"I...I pour out one of the most important FUCKING stories in my life to you, and this is how you react?" She suddenly snapped

Now, there was anger in her eyes. The green pools were lit ablaze with so much unadulterated fury that any passerby would swear that the green pools had just turned red.

"You men are all the same. I say that I need time to get over it, and what do you do? You fucking KISS me?" She was absolutely seething now.

Her teeth were grit, and her breath was coming from between small gaps, sounding like growls as they did. "What the actual FUCK, Mido? What did you expect me to do? Come chasing after you wanting more?"

Her eyes followed his movements. "Well I'll chase you, alright. But it won't be for that. It'll be so that I can wring your neck!"

She let out a noise comparable to a roar and lunges at him. Having pulled a pair of Sais from two leg holsters, she jammed one into a wall. Lunging, she pushed herself off of the plain weapon, geabbing it as she jumped to another building, repeating this process until she was on a roof.

In the wind, her hair blew free, the shadow casting upon her and giving her a demonic-like appearing as it covered everything but her eyes.

"Oh, and Mido? Before I put you about six feet under, don't call me Morgen." Her voice sounded so innocent, that if she wasn't about to beat the hell out of him, it would have been funny.

"Let the chase begin, my dearest Mido~" With that, she let out a dark laugh that echoes in the area that the surrounding buildings made, before she had moved, quick as lightning, and disappeared. Where she was, mine would be able to tell, lest they have ears so sensitive that they would be able to pick up the ever so quiet 'whoosh' of a Sai being spun as Morgenstern made a stabbing motion, raising the sai so that if she did his him, it would be with the non-lethal end that was sure to give one hell of a headache, rather than kill him.

Was this not what he wanted, to spar her? Well, then. The game had begun.


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Sir Les Paul

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[Sir Les Paul]

Stage Name: The Dark Eye
Location: Death Room
Partner: Morgen Stein
Tags: SavingStar

This... This was the thrill that Midori☆Hoshi was born for. The fire that lit up inside Morgenstern. The rage. The frustration. Was it with him or herself? Was she pissed at him for how he reacted to her story or herself for even bothering to tell him? In this moment, it stopped mattering. The cold side of Morgenstern was gone. This was hot.

This was what Mido was after all along.

Once Mido saw her unholster her sai, he knew the chase was on. She thought she was the predator, but Mido was no prey. This was a different hunt. This was a clash of predators trying to determine the apex. The shift in his attitude was obvious. The smirk on his face turned into a wide, toothy grin and his eyes lit up with a new energy. Morgenstern was triggering every level of excitement she could for him--well, most.

"Oh Morgen... you heard my story, but you didn't listen to what I meant..." he said, inserting a few words before their clash truly began. She was serious and so was he. His status as a weapon didn't matter; his wavelength altered into a pure, stagnant force. It became still. Almost silent. Bland or tasteless, even. These were the Old Ways. The moment the tip of her Sai came in range, his open palm knocked her off course just enough to miss while his left arm transformed from its blade to another palm, allowing him to perform an arm thrust directly at her right chest cavity. The movements were clean. Concise. No wasted energy. More importantly, the movements did not correlate with his wavelength. This was the real danger of the Old Ways: it was nigh-impossible to read the movements of the Soul to predict attacks or movements. This required observation. Reflexes. Preparation.

This is what made the Hoshi world-renown.

"I will never regret holding back again, Morgen," he shouted at her the moment his palms made contact. This was the moral of his own story. Morgenstern professed her love for Damien. Mido never had that chance for Ao. Morgenstern knew the pain of loss. Mido knew what it was to regret never learning. That philosophical matter was hardly their top priority at this moment, however.

 

[SavingStar]

Morgenstern Stein

And so, the game began. Morgenstern had to admit that Mido was surely going to prove to be a formidable opponent. She could tell that this would be no easy sparring match.

As soon as the first attack of what was no doubt bound to be many made contact, Morgenstern had the breath knocked out of her. Luckily, it wasn't much, as she was used to not breathing much during combat.

Still, she coughed violently for a moment. "Fuck you" she said, putting a hand to her chest. "Why am I doing this again, after I just got a pretty brutal beating from another man tonight? I'm pretty sure I have some fractured ribs already, so why not just add to it?"

She was familiar with the basics of the Old Ways. She had not been taught how to wield them much, but she was familiar with the requirements on how to beat one who was.

A deep breath in,her eyes closed. Opening them once more, she stared into his lighter brown eyes with ones that were now almost black, rather than the rich shade of emerald they had been only moments before.

In one fell swoop, the trench coat was gone, pulled off and tossed to the side, revealing pale yet muscular arms. The pair of Sais found themselves propelled downwards, their sharp points burrowing into the hard earth and staying there.

With a dry laugh, she closed her eyes and just listened. She could hear it, the attacks coming and firing up. To her, it sounded like an electrical current, ready to wound someone.

Slowly, she got in a combat stance, her right foot dragging a semi-circle in the ground, arm following, as she settled in a stance that resembled one that would be most commonly seen in a class teaching Tai-Chi.

She felt her own electrical current spark within her own heart, the crackling sensation sparking up and sending a flood of awareness and heat to every molecule in her tall,lean body.

"Like you said, dearest Mido" the silver-hair female said smoothly, every syllable pouring from her lips like smooth butterscotch. Her voice had a low timbre and sounded like a pure more than anything.

"I'm a fucking Stein."

Her eyes snapped open, revealing shockingly bright silver-blue eyes, a defensive maneuver of distraction.

A meager moment in time, a loud snap from what seemed to be one of the girl's joints. Next thing either of them knew, Morgenstern had lunged, hitting the ground and rolling to evade any attack she would not be able to see coming.

There was a flash of light, but then it diffused. Nobody had been hit, and nothing had been broken. What had just happened?

Standing up again with a whooshing noise, she turned 45 degrees to the right, looking at Mido, expression blank. Her right arm was bent 90 degrees at her side, hand up and fingers in a position that resembled the end of a snap, and her left bent behind her back.

"And I learned from the best of them." She smirked ever so slightly. "Soul Sutures. Typically used as a resonance attack, I do believe, but I've managed to figure out my own variation. I can them Soul Heartstrings, because, well...if you were a true opponent, you'd see it's true capabilities. Or, you'd feel them."

She turned, releasing the attack and flipping clear over him to get her Sais before jumping to a rooftop.

"I based the variation on the chordae tendineae of a mammalian heart. The chordate tendineae, or better known as the heartstrings, are cord-like tendons that connect the papillary muscles to the tricuspid valve and the mitral valve in the heart. Or, in short words, since I am a scientist, they help keep your heart beating by becoming tense thus pulling flaps in your heart, holding them in closed position so it doesn't collapse."

She stood on the rooftop, Sais now in their holsters again, waiting for him to make the next move. The Soul Heartstrings was used as a fluke of sorts. She could do it, yes, but she was not going to, for fear of severely hurting him.

Now, she would wait. He needed to come to her. After all, this is what he wanted.

"I never commanded you to regret anything. Much like my own actions, you choose what to regret. Don't go blaming it on me, now. I'm sorry you didn't get the girl, superman." She laughed, putting a hand on her hip.
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Sir Les Paul

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[Sir Les Paul]

Stage Name: The Dark Eye
Location: Death Room
Partner: Morgen Stein
Tags: SavingStar

Soul Sutures. The signature technique of the Stein family. She could use them. The technique itself was buried deep within his mind; Mido never considered she knew it. Much less her speech about the 'heart strings'--the girl knew her anatomy. What she didn't know was a damned thing about Ao.

A perfectionist. A powerful woman that put even Mido in his place. He pushed himself further and further with the Old Ways and she always found a way to fend him off. What Mido relied on as his greatest advantage was Stein refusing to listen to what he told her. Mido had plenty of experience fighting someone that created a whole fighting style specifically to combat the Old Ways. Stein was no Ao. Not even close.

"You're so caught up in defending yourself, Morgen, that you can't begin to fathom what I mean," Mido told her in a soft, sincere voice. This was not long after she launched herself in her lunge and continued on into her explanation of her technique. "Everything I said was about me; all you had to do was listen and learn," Mido added. He then closed his light brown eyes and yet again his soul became silent. A still form. If he was any better in the Old Ways, he would have mastered suppressing his soul until it was nigh-imperceptible, but this would have to do.

In a quick flash, Mido transformed into his weapon form. He launched his entire body forward, embedding the sharp edge of his blade into the brick surface and severing the Soul Sutures that he was sure Morgen tried to place. In a perfect, streamline motion, he transformed back into himself, but at the precise moment his foot touched surface, he disappeared. This was the pinnacle of his training and the Old Ways.

Meisters like Stein and even most others had flashy techniques. The Soul Force. They externalized their wavelength, used it as a weapon, used it as a resource. That was not the Old Ways. The Old Ways focused on internalizing all energy. On creating the most efficient flow of energy possible. In doing so, immense focus and determination was required. The palm of a Hoshi could strike down the Soul Menace of most Meisters if only because their Wavelength was impermeable to such a strike. All with a perfectly still Soul.

Mido appeared directly being Stein. His Soul flickered right back into existence alongside an open palm to her midback--the only goal to knock her off her perch and back into the ground. He could have done far worse. He doubted she knew he had that type of speed. It was a surprise and probably the last one he had for this fight--save one final technique he had no intention on using.

"If I were talking about you, Morgen, I would tell you how your shifting eyes are some of the most beautiful I have ever seen or compliment your silver locks. I would tell you how strong you were to make it this far with all of your pain, let alone wanting to go further. I would dote on your intelligence. I would boast on your skill," Mido told her now that he had the high ground.

"But, I would never blame you," he added with a hint of finality.

 

[SavingStar]

Morgenstern Stein

Having been deep into combat-centered thought, Morgenstern had plenty of time to focus on his soul, to see it's colors, it's shape. How it moved.

What she did not expect to see, however, was a soul that lay almost completely still. How... Morgenstern faltered for just a moment, her wide-eyed gaze shifted from the center of his chest to his brown eyes.

She stared at him for a moment, not doing anything. So this was the effect of Old Way S. She's never seen it in person, and oh, how impressive it was.

However, having turned around upon sensing his sudden re-appearance, this gave him the opportunity to attack, and his palm made direct contact with her front, right at the base of her ribs.

Knocking her back, Morgenstern stumbled and her foot slipped off of the roof's edge. Luckily, she somewhat caught herself on the way down, making the impact less intense, before pushing herself back up on shaky arms.

She could barely do it. She had hit the ground hard, and it took a lot out of her to expend energy other than just laying there.

Having the Soul Heartstrings severed in such a way not only hurt like hell, but the rush of the soul back into herself disoriented her beyond belief.

"Oh, du Arschloch! Komm schon, was zum Teufel?" She snapped at him, words rushing from her mouth in another language that sounded like...German?

Even if a non-German speaker was on the end of this exclamation, they would get the gist of "You asshole. Come on, what the hell."

Morgenstern knelt for a minute, holding a hand up and closing her eyes. "I concede for now" she said. Covering her mouth, she let out a string of coughing that sounded like she was trying to cough up one of her own lungs. "I. I don't know how much more I can take tonight."

Lowering the outstretched arm to brace herself on the ground, Morgenstern looked at the ground, silver locks forming a sheet in front of her face. Her shoulders were rising and falling rapidly, a faint wheezing noise escaping her throat as she took in shuddering breath.

Morgenstwrn may have been a Stein, yes, but she was also a human being. She had weaknesses, and her body had limits. Much like any human, her lean physique did not do anything to fix the fact that she could not handle two beatings in one day.

Her body began to tremble. "You'd be lying" Her voice, though quiet, stood out in the now near silent area of town, speaking numbers. "You would be lying if you said any of those things to me. And you know it."

Using her arms to pull her, she made her way slowly to where her coat now lay abandoned. However, she just didn't have the strength after her attack rebounded. It had done something that it had never done before. Giving up, she moved so that she was sitting with her legs bent and off to the side, arms supporting her, in a pose one might see a human-life cheerleader in.

"Though it may...Though it may seem like I was not, Mido. I was learning, and listening." She stopped to get a chance to take a few more gulps of air into her lungs, trying to clear her head of the dizziness, and regain all sense of sight back. To stop the pain.

"I am a scientist. I observe subjects, much like yourself at this moment, through a series of tests. It allows me to get a grasp on how you respond to certain stimuli, how your body moves. What I can expect from you."

She tilted her head up to look at him, eyes now emerald green again, barely noticeable through the locks of now wind-blown silver hair, unkempt and no longer in the gorgeous waves it had naturally been in.

"But who the hell am I right now?" She gave a short laugh full of disapproval towards herself. "I overestimated myself. I thought I could do this only an hour after I took an even more brutal beating. Obviously I need to observe myself a little more, don't I?"

A light, gentle hand touched the area where one of her lower ribs had hit the ground. She sucked in a large, sharp breath of air, squeezing her eyes shut as pain practically exploded. "SHIT" she hissed, growling and baring her teeth.

"Sometimes I forget that I'm a human being, not the monster I think I am. That I can actually-ow- hurt myself. What a state, huh?"

​

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Sir Les Paul The Regal Rper

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Stage Name: The Dark Eye
Location: Death Room
Partner: Morgen Stein
Tags: SavingStar

"There is a difference between listening with your head and listening with your heart," Mido told her, waiting for her wince in pain to die down. He held back for this very reason. He didn't want to hurt her worse. Even his initial palm thrust lacked the follow-through he would have used against Ao.

Mido was still on edge, however. She was a Stein. It was not unlike her grandfather or father to use a fake out technique. To lower the guard of an opponent with some theatrics. He wasn't for sure if she implemented this same tactic, but if she did, he was prepared. Mido neared her now that her breathing softened. Her physical characteristics definitely showed she was in some type of pain.

"You want to think through everything. As if it were something to dissect," Mido told her, still commenting on her attitude. "If I had to guess, it's how you protect yourself. It also limits you. Because when I tell you that I look forward to getting to know you, Morgenstern, you need to feel what I mean," he explained. He then knelt down and smiled at her. Even now, when they weren't fighting, he didn't let his pursuit ease up.

 

[SavingStar]

Morgenstern Stein

Morgenstern's physique had totally changed in that moment. Rather than being calm and poised, taking injury like a champ, as many would say, she was nothing of the sort.

Her eyes were practically glued shut, teeth grit so tightly that one may fear she was going to break them. She was breathing shallowly, just wanting the pain to fucking stop and let her just continue on with her evening.

Ignoring Mido for a moment, she lifted one side of her shirt, and the sight she was met with was not one she wished to see. Her side was littered with purple and blue in one spot, causing her to swear.

"Symptoms show signs of bruised, possibly fractured ribs. One at least, max three. I'll survive, but missions are going to be a pain in my ass for a while." She explained to her partner. She sighed, as if it were only a chore that needed to be done, not a possible medical procedure that prevented further injury.

Head turning back up to look at him, her demeanor had once again settled to how it typically was. Indifferent and neutral.

"My jacket. Inside left pocket, second one. There should be a bandage roll in it. Can you get it for me, please? I can wrap this quickly and we can just go about our evening normally until we get back to DWMA and I can get it checked out."

She said nothing in the following moments, deciding what to say next. Closing her eyes slowly and taking in a short and gentle breath, she finally spoke.

"'Of course I do. Dissecting things is in my blood. If I do recall, my grandfather was famous for that." She attempted to joke. But soon enough, she grew more serious, and sighed lightly.

"I've always been quite the guarded person. I was taught that emotions only slow us down, and I believed it. Especially sharing them with others. And after the incident with Damien... I locked them up even tighter. Ares, my brother, is like you. Or, he was. I don't know if he's alive, but I know that if I am, he is. He was a two-form weapon. His primary form was a whip, but he could also transform into a pipe as well. Unconventional, but he was a mind-game player. He could see auras and make you see what he wanted you to, all through my soul if I could get close enough. He said my aura was always gray, a very closed off person."

She gave a crooked smile, laughing sadly. "You're right. It does limit me, but it's also my strength. I don't let people know what they don't need to know, so that they can't use any information to defeat me."

She gave another laugh after a pregnant pause. It was genuine, and her accompanying smile lit up her gorgeous gems for eyes. "I need to feel what you mean?" She repeated to him, though as a question. Her voice was light, playful even. A slender brow arched upwards ever so slightly as her smirk returned.

"Do enlighten me, please. What exactly is it that you were insinuating? What do you mean, dearest Mido?"

She spoke then, again, as an afterthought. "And danke, by the way. For calling me Morgenstern. Not Morgen." ​

Sir Les Paul The Regal Rper

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Stage Name: The Dark Eye
Location: Death Room
Partner: Morgen Stein
Tags: SavingStar

"Morgenstern, I believe I can answer your questions and do better than bandages all at once," Mido replied to her. It was not as if he did not listen to her. She spoke a lot and he listened to every word. Shifting weapons were rare; her brother being one without some familial link was odd. Then again, he was a Stein. She referred to her grandfather, her science, her closed off nature and she clung to it.

Mido was sure at this point that Morgenstern required an objective fact to observe before she would understand.

So, instead of wasting his words, he allowed his body to glow the winter green it always did during a full transformation and in just a moment, appeared beside Morgenstern in his bow form embedded into the roof beneath them. All was silent. At least, until she touched him.

 

[SavingStar]

Morgenstern Stein

Morgenstern, in one of the moments she wasn't hanging her head, was of course there to witness the transformation. Why would she not be?

As a bright green light surrounded him, signaling the beginning of his full-body transformation, Morgenstern brought up her right had to shield her eyes, not expecting the light to be as intense as it was.

Then, the light was gone. Lowering her arm, she took in the sight of his weapon form. "A bow" she mused, voice suave as she slowly tucked her feet underneath her.

Pressing against the ground, Morgenstern managed to get into a squatting position. Picking up the weapon, she then stood up completely. "The perfect weapon. Built for sneak attacks, without the need of a silencer, in comparison to a weapon such as a gun."

She held the bow up, reveling in the feeling of having one in her hand again. It had seemed like forever. The setting aun's and the rising moon's light illuminated the weapon, allowing for a more dramatic appearance.

Morgenstern, holding him in her left hand, ran her hand down the sleek wooden surface of the bow. She hummed, whether in thought or in contentment was a secret.

After a moment of admiring his form, the perfect form, she decided it was high time to hold him properly.

Slowly, she curled her hand around the wood, her appendage molding to the gentle curve perfectly. A finger, extended as if she were going to aim.

There was silence, the only sound that of the wind, gently blowing Morgenstern's hair back. In this silence, the young meister took the chance to concentrate.

She closed her eyes, grip hardening, and took in a slow, controlled breath. She seemed at peace as she did, focusing not on her memories, but on this moment.

With another breath, she reached up, curling her middle and index finger around the string of the bow, pulled taught. They lingered, preparing.

The meister female inhaled yet again, deeper this time. Her brows furrowed, and she honed her senses to just their area. She was listening, feeling her surroundings, allowing him to alert her of anything that was possible, yet unlikely to happen.

No, not allowing. Trust. She was trusting him to help her, to be her partner.

Reaching out with her soul, she concentrated, feeling every curve of his weapon form, suddenly more aware of her surroundings. The wind picking up speed, the nearby purring of a stray cat. And, taking this trust to heart, she attempted connection.

She felt more at peace. With the world...with herself. And then, her eyes snapped open, and the pulled back the string.

Trusting him. ​

Sir Les Paul The Regal Rper

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Stage Name: The Dark Eye
Location: Death Room
Partner: Morgen Stein
Tags: SavingStar

There it was. The spark of interest. Once her hand touched the gentle curves of his bow form, her thoughts became more apparent to him. She was reserved, sure. Analytical was a more accurate word. Whatever it was, her mind was racing to herself in such a brilliant whir that Mido hardly dare keep up. No, instead, he remained silent as she mused over her new bow. Almost like a child with a toy. More like... a hunter with a new way to hunt.

Nevertheless, she began to focus more intensely. Not on him, but the area around him. Her senses truly were keen. Not quite as sharp as his Ao, but then they had hardly the time together and Stein was still hurt. The area lit up to him. The crevices in the alleys. The critters in the streets. The trash in the cans. Even the stars that began to light up the sky. They all appeared to him in a way only a Meister could show a weapon. Well, mostly.

As her vision expanded, so did her faith in him. Maybe not faith. It was a different feeling. Like, the first time you let a child drive a car. The first time you let them try something you normally wouldn't consider. He was far from being able to read her exact thoughts, at least until they began communicating, but he knew what this feeling was. It wasn't one that you forgot. Not in a lifetime.

Mido reflected her vision back onto herself. Her more serene mind was open to everything he wanted to see. The first thing he looked at was her. Not in a lewd way, not even in a romantic way. In a scientific way. Mido let his conscious mind flow through her like the blood in vessels. He felt her heart pumping through her body. Her kidneys filtering toxins. Her pancreas resting; without eating, she had no reason to release much insulin. Her spleen destroying the damaged red blood cells from her bruising. Her liver doing thousands of things at once. Mido never showed it, but he knew the human body, too--each vital point. He felt the air in her lungs and euphoria in her brain.

"Morgenstern," Mido said, just a voice inside her own mind, "I want to use your Soul Sutures. I found the muscles that are torn. The vessels that burst and bled. I am sure you can even see it now... your ribs aren't broken. Just cracked. Send your wavelength through my bowstring and I will amplify it ten times over, then together I want to help you feel better."

A brief pause permeated the air before Mido asked, "Is that you want, too?"

 

[SavingStar]

Morgenstern Stein

"Of course that's what I want" Morgenstern answered quickly. Perhaps a bit too quickly. "But I don't know how to use my Soul Sutures. Not like that. I can use them to immobilize, to adapt into the HeartStrings, but... not that. I was taught to do damage, not fix it."

The young female could hardly believe what she was feeling at that exact moment. It was foreign to her, the feeling of resonance beginning. A rush of energy, sudden awareness and the feeling of seeing through your partner's eyes.

"I had almost forgotten she spoke gently, words barely louder than a mumble. "I had almost forgotten what this feels like. Even this low-powered, it's still been...so long." She hummed lightly.

She laughed gently, remembering the first time that she had resonated. It had been with Ares, when they were still young.

She opened her mind in her tranquility, allowing the memory to spill from her to him. As it did, a large smile graced her lips. Her shining white teeth were revealed to the glimmering moon, giving her a more ethereal look as the light caught and reflected from the surface.

The memory was in what had once been Stein's class room. Young Morgenstern, just a girl of 13 years, held a sleek, black longwhip in her hands. Ares.

Before her stood four people. Her parents, both watching with worried looks set upon their features. Her mother was gripping her father's hand for dear life.

And her grandparents. Marie and Franken Stein. Age had certainly done the two justice. Even this late in life, the teachers still held a very odd look. It reminded many of the old days when they were young.

As the memory came to be clearer, the voice of Franken, still the same as ever, came cutting through. He reminded Morgenstern and Ares to focus on each other, not just themselves. And that they could do this.

Nodding, the young silverette closed her eyes. Tightening her grip on the whip, she recoiled her arm and flung it forward with force, hitting small targets perfectly that had been placed around the room.

And then it happened. Her soul connected with Ares'. The weapon began to glow in silver-blue light as it began to change. The whip began to glow red, and remained even after the silver glow had dispersed.

The room had seemed to have gotten hotter. As the young meister continued to hit the targets, the adults had observed that now, the center of each target had been scorched at the touch.

As had a nearby wall. So that's where that mark had come from.

Franken held up a hand to Morgenstern, signaling her to stop. She did immediately, sparing a look at him in anticipation of criticism.

Instead, the old professor had just smiled and laughed, kneeling down and opening his arms to her.

Morgenstern whooped and ran to him, launching herself into his arms to hug him. Unfortunately, she forgot that the whip was still glowing red and was extremely hot. And Stein touched it.

The man swore and released her, shaking the hand that had been burnt violently.

The young girl in the memory laughed. What she didn't realize was that it had carried into her real life, and that she wasn't laughing a real, genuine laugh that would make anyone that knew her smile.

The meister's laughter died down, but the smile did not fade. Instead, she used her happiness from the memory to strengthen the bond between them.

Lightening her grip on the bowstring, Morgenstern allowed the newfound warmth in her heart to flow into the bow. It felt as if the electric current welling inside her had been conducted even more by the bow.

Moments later, she felt the warmth coming back into her. She felt a tingling sensation throughout her body, and chuckled at the tickling it provided.

As this occurred, the bruises receeded and grew smaller, but did not vanish. Her cracked ribs were pulled back together -which felt incredibly weird- which she was grateful for, even if it still ached.

She felt newly invigorated, lighter than usual. However, that could be because of either the healing or the fact that she was laughing, having forgotten about her brother. At least the bad parts.

She had remembered only the good times, and it had assisted her greatly.

She mumbled something as she recalled the memory once again. The ending, more specifically. To when the whip changed back into her brother.

Ares was absorbed in silver light, then appeared. The 16 year old ruffled Morgen's hair. The young girl poured and jumped in attempt to reach his own long black locks, but she was unfortunately too short.

He chuckled and knelt down ever so slightly. He assured her that she would catch up, kissing the top of her head with praise a whispered promise of eternal companionship.

________

Opening her eyes as the memory disappeared, Morgenstern took a look into the reflection of the bow's surface, seeing Mido in it. She laughed and gave him a wide smile, the corners of her eyes crinkling up ever so slightly, the emerald orbs shining.

"Did you see that?" She asked, sounding like the teenager she was rather than a middle aged woman. "That was AWESOME!"
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The Regal Rper Sir Les Paul

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[Sir Les Paul]

Stage Name: The Dark Eye
Location: Death Room
Partner: Morgen Stein
Tags: SavingStar

Morgenstern may not have realized it, but her very memories played out in front of Mido. More real than movies atop the silver screen. He saw the legendary Dr. Stein and his vixen of a wife. Mido couldn't help but think age treated her well. Somewhere, he thought, age might treat Morgenstern that well, too. That thought was suppressed by the sheer awe of the moment. Morgenstern had these memories locked in her head and to her, they were family.

To Mido, these were like fairy tales coming to life. If Morgenstern felt like a teenager again, Mido felt like a child.

Then came the actual resonance. The moment where her memories of success translated into the real world. The moment were her self doubt over her familial technique vanished. The moment where she tried. She took a leap of faith. It felt like the first time Ao guided an arrow after Mido had launched it. It felt like the two were finally taking flight.

Morgenstern provided her wavelength and through his bow, he felt it. He amplified it. Condensed it. Together, they controlled it. The warmth that Morgenstern felt was far more than just a wavelength. It was thousands of microscopic threads surging through her body, between her cells, finding the exact damage that needed sewn together. Cell walls mended. Her vessels patched together. Dead cells towed away to macrophages to be engulfed. Her ribs themselves were coated time and time again; their periosteum tethered together and realigned for secure healing. Neither Morgenstern nor Mido truly controlled this process. Instead, it was centered on the deep reaches of the anatomy and physiological knowledge buried deep within Morgenstern's mind meshed with the raw desire for the wavelength to patch her together. All Mido honestly did was guide them where, but what they sewed... that was of the will of their combined desires.

"This is what I meant, Morgenstern... you have to feel what I mean. I told you I wanted to take away your pain, but now you feel it. Coursing through your body like it has a mind of its own," Mido told her with no small amount of excitement, "This is why you can't just turn off your emotions. This is why you have to feel. There is so much more to this world if you open yourself to it. We can be so much stronger if we understand each other," he explained like some type of professor atop a soap box. This was his intellectual climax.

 

[SavingStar]

Morgenstern Stein

"Now this, I forgot. Being happy. " Morgenstern said with a laugh. Lowering the bow and releasing the string carefully as to not dry-fire, she held him in one hand and jumped off of the roof.

She landed squarely on her feet, soles hitting the firm cobblestone-covered earth. A lazy smile still on her lips, she strolled over to a nearby building. Turning around gracefully on one foot, she collapsed back against the wall, sliding down so that she was sitting on the ground.

Reaching over, she grabbed her duster jacket and put him on top of it. She would tell him that it was so he was more comfortable, but in truth she just didn't want to damage his gorgeous wooden surface.

"You know, this would be a lot better if you were human again. That way I'm talking to my human partner, rather than looking like I'm a crazy lady talking to herself." She smiled.

She rested her head against the cool wall. She let out a small moan of comfort as she did, since the cool temperature against her heated body felt like absolute bliss.

"I guess I should thank you" she said suddenly. "You made me see what nobody could. Not even Lord Symmetry himself. That grief isn't the only emotion."

She hugged her knees to her chest, sighing. Turning her head, she glanced at him, eyelids half closed. "My whole life has been consumed by grief and sadness. I've lost my parents, my brother, a man that was practically my fiancé. And my grandfather? I don't know about him. If he's still alive or not."

She shook her head. "I guess happiness is a possibility for everyone, after all. Even for those who are as broken as me. You made me see that...I need to focus on the good, not the bad. Stay in the present. Because if I get caught up I the memories in a battle, I could mess up, and I could lose you too."

She yawned, and turned to her right before laying back, using her arm as a pillow. She closed her eyes, letting him remain on the jacket instead of using it as a pillow. "So...tired..." She mumbled this before she turned over onto her left side, facing the square in case anything happened.

Within minutes, her breathing had steadied and slowed down, chest rising and falling in an almost mechanized pattern of up and down. She was quiet. Perhaps she had been at peace one, and fallen asleep.
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Sir Les Paul The Regal Rper

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Stage Name: The Dark Eye
Location: Death Room
Partner: Morgen Stein
Tags: SavingStar

In his two whole hours of knowing Morgenstern, he was sure he saw more out of her than people had in ages. He saw her reserved and even fearful side. He also saw her angry and irate side--a part to her that could have lead her to get hurt. He saw her reminiscence about the old times. Her younger self. Her familial pride. Her confidence. Only a select few likely ever got to see that. More so, he saw as she was now. Blissful. Proud. Positive. She called it happiness, but it felt more like contentedness. She felt at peace were before she had so much self-doubt and high-energy.

Of course, she was tired. She also spoke a lot. Considerably different than Ao whom only spoke when need be--or Mido pissed her off.

She sat him down before he could say anything. Luckily, Mido had learned a long time ago that some moments didn't require words. He shifted back into his human form, just as she requested, but as he did, he grabbed her duster and pulled it up over their legs. Both of them. Because as he returned to his form, he leaned against the all beside her. The cool stone was in fact cold, but both of their bodies were warm. If she wanted to sleep, he was sure between the two of them, they would be fine on this warm Autumn night. He couldn't give her a pillow...

But, there was always his shoulder to lay on.

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Conor O'Neill​

"So, Taz," Conor said, breaking the silence that existed for the first few seconds the two were seemingly alone together, "what's this noise about some elite wanting to meet us?"

It was an odd question under any circumstances, but it made perfect sense in this scenario. Despite all of the friction between the two, they did manage to exchange numbers. Texted each other all of twice over the course of the last few months. Once when Conor was officially promoted to an Elite and again when Taz got himself roughed up real bad in a fight with some two-stars from Europe. Conor made sure his senior was alright; rumors said he was in the hospital. Turns out, it wasn't for long. Taz likely only texted Conor since Conor texted him first once. It seemed like battle of egos.

Regardless, Taz apparently had contact with someone that wanted to see both of them. Here. It was a restricted area for anyone that wasn't at least an Omega within the DWMA. Just a little wooded area behind a gathering spot for young mages called the Mystic Lounge, but it was unsupervised and that made it dangerous. Of course, Taz could easily have been leading the young Meister into a trap, but Conor doubted it. If Taz ever wanted a fight, he just had to ask.

"That teacher of yours finally curious about real talent?" Conor said jokingly, still waiting for a response from Taz whom was far more intense here.

@TheRegalRper​

 

[The Regal Rper]

Tazmuir V. Klovic​

Mystic Lounge​

"So, Taz"--​

Hearing his name, Taz turned to look at Conor and cocked a brow to let the kid know he was listening.

"What's this noise about some elite wanting to meet us?"​

Taking a second to ponder his response, Taz shrugged in answer. It was clear his mind was elsewhere, but from the indifferent expression on his face and the way he looked around these small woods it was hard to get much of any read on him. He just looked bored. But that was far from the truth.

His thoughts focused on the Elite they'd be meeting at some point soon. The first Sponsor he ever had and instead of offering him some sort of deal he wants him to bring Conor to this place instead. Then to add rub dirt in his wound he gives him a pendant that let's the guy see everything he sees. If he'd had sponsors before he would've refused the guy outright. But Crowley had shone interest. The first one to ever show interest when some of his own peers back in the Omega year were just signing their first contracts or just starting to get hints of attention. So how could he say 'no'? Well he could've, but he didn't. So here he was.

He tuned his attention back to their surroundings when his hearing picked up the sound of distant laughter, Conor wouldn't be able to hear without utilizing his wavelength to amplify his hearing. And it was precisely then the young elite decided to say something that would get on Taz's nerves almost instantly.

"That teacher of yours finally curious about real talent?"​

Two bright blue orbs snapped over to Conor's direction instantly and for one brief second, there was hostility in those eyes. But just as quick as it appeared, it disappeared and Taz offered a wry grin. "Hahaha," he chuckled dryly, "very funny. Do me a favor though", he added still keeping that sarcastic grin up and patting Conor on the shoulder a little harder than a friendly pat would imply, "Don't mention my mentor around me." His grin died the second those words left his lips.

"We haven't talked in awhile, so even if he was I wouldn't know." And from the way he said it, his tone despite the small hints of bitterness, implied it should've been universal knowledge like 2 + 2 = 4.

"Anyway" he stated, changing the topic and moving adjacent to a tree trunk to lean on- "regarding that Elite you were talking about, I don't got much a clue why he wants us to meet here. All I know from what he last said to me is that you and I should be here before he is, as he has one or two things to do before he'll meet up with us. Since he said he'd be here in the morning around 10 or something, I thought it'd be a good idea to just get here early." He turned his attention away from Conor after explaining that then looked down the mulch filled path.

"How you doing since you went up the ladder anyway?" He asked suddenly; a reference to Conor's recent ascension as an Elite. "Any of your buddies jealous or anything that you got to level up early and they didn't?" There was a small hint of mock humor in those words, not to make fun of the guy but more so just to tease.

Interaction(s): Sir Les Paul

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Conor O'Neill​

Taz was being oddly docile. Well-behaved. Conor had heard so many consecutive sentences come out of his mouth that weren't seething with passive-aggressive, alpha-male dominance. Of course, there was one, but that was a comeback to his own snarky comment. Fair enough. Taz here was being real civil.

Not to mention, Taz seemed distant. Normally he was so engaged in a single moment that even his intensity was off-putting, which meant a lot coming from Conor. To be honest, it wasn't even real hostility that came from him mentioning that old mentor; it was... bitterness.

Conor paid close attention from thereon in. Something was different.

"It was rough for a minute. Winst' had a fall-out with his crew, blamed me. I patched things up with Ryan. Y'know, the kid whose head I smashed through a table. Well, more so made friends with his brother. Freddy cons me into going out sometimes. He likes to bowl. It's not bad, as long as you don't cheat with your wavelength..." Conor went on. He then grinned. He was droning on for a bit.

"But, that's not what you meant, eh? You mean after I beat Aella and Lord Death promoted me. He made a whole special little clause that exempt me from the Soul Resonance requirement for mastery. Pissed a lot of people off. Some of those Two-Star Beta's take it too serious. Fourteen year old elite with no weapon? Couldn't stand that. Winst' convinced a few of them to test me out and it was the cafeteria all over again," Conor explained. There was some obvious salt in his tone--right about when he brought up those Two-Stars.

"Big difference this time. They were all pretty decent, and most of them had plenty of experience fighting Soul Force users. The line between fighting and killing got real fine. You've seen me in action. Luckily, Freddy's a Two-Star and he caught wind of the plans. He jumped in with Ryan. Turns out they can use Bond Resonance, go figure. Six-to-three in our favor. Winst' had to go to counseling... two Two-Stars were demoted for behavior. The others given demerits. Great time," Conor went on to explain. That was likely the only things Taz actually cared about.

"Learned some new tricks over the last few months, too. How 'bout you, Taz?" Conor said, shooting his question right back at him.

 

[RANGYOKU]

方比喻
BIYU FĀNG

♤​

LOCATION
Behind Mystic Lounge​

INTERACTION
Tazmuir V. Klovic
Conor O'Neill​

MENTIONED
The Regal Rper
Sir Les Paul ​

Wake up. She found herself gasping for air, her body trembling ever so slightly as her hands gripped the edges of the bathtub, eyes adjusting to the light of a new morning ahead. Again. A blissful dream? A dreadful nightmare? She was not certain, her mind was too hazy to recall what she had escaped from. The water was cold so she’d taken she had been in it for a while now, her fingertips revealing it to be a fair conclusion to come to. Yes, she had taken a bath to relax after rising from bed early today for a light practice session ... had she not gotten enough sleep? She could no longer blame it on the exposure to a new timezone, after all. Biyu stood up, searching for the warmth of her bath robe. She would eventually pick up the pace after a while, finding herself just perhaps a bit more on edge than she would anticipate as she left her residence while tying up her twintails and politely bidding a good day to her landlord.

Navigating the streets of Death City came far more natural for her as of late, after a few days of taking her time to memorize a path for each significant location in the area. Mystic Lounge was not one such place she’d go her way out to actively frequent but she had a fair idea of how to reach it without taking too long and risk making the other two await on her arrival. Her mind was sharp, just as much as her senses, if only by the presence of the remnants of what had her shaken up before. No, it could not be just that. Her body was simply acting up on a whim, the prospect of an unexpected meeting coming into place. Yes, that was it. She was not one so affected by a delay on her schedule. One has to be versatile when it comes to such things. A plan was a necessity, but so was the ability to adapt to one’s surroundings and circumstances.

Now that it occurred to her, these words could very well apply to one such turn of events as of late. To be assigned a partner so out of the blue, one who had a record for erratic behaviour, so she had heard, as if to play the role of a watchdog, she could not say it was something she would come across on a mission to gather data on the current state of the branch. But she had come to be given insight how it could play in favour of the interests of both parties. But could Tazmuir V. Klovic be aware of such arrangements beyond a consequence of his actions of that day ... ? Biyu was not certain herself, the young man was as unpredictable as one could get with his background and skills. Time would tell if this partnership of sorts would bear positive results. And this meeting could just serve to prove it so.

Sighting their rendezvous point in the distance, she found her walking pace grow stiff on impulse, one she was quick to resist as few steps took her to reach the entrance. An unsupervised location for a meeting between three individuals of no such abilities that dwell within. Perhaps one such decision was telling on Taz. Then again, taking in account what had lead her here since ... could this be a move on this elite’s part instead? Driving to such empty conclusion was never her style, instigating a reaction out of her to dismiss her hesitation and venture around the premises, her eye searching for familiar locks of blonde hair. She was taken back by the voice and the presence whose it belonged to on approaching Taz, none other than one she could not help but feel somewhat ... flustered on arrival. She had been made aware of someone joining them but... A first meeting that had caused an impression on her and an apology she had never gotten around to reciprocate or even so much accept. But she pressed on, catching Conor’s last combination of sentences regarding an exercise, she had gathered, as well as an inquiry towards the meister.

Quietly, she closed the distance between herself and the two males, choosing to await her ‘turn’ as it were. Perhaps such manners would be looked upon with strange looks from those around her but Biyu was someone who strived to not be affected by such superficial conventions. Before silence could be taken for granted on both parties’ end, she quickly examined her what she had before her as of now, as if a board was presented before her to move each piece and counter its outcome. A casual interaction appeared to be taking place. Right, she was not one skilled at that, if her past interaction with those whom would she come to see as friends back home were any telling. Building a strong foundation for trust in one’s abilities was a nice thought but as she had learned from researching on these two...

Cutting short her mental assessment of her surroundings, the Chinese Demon Weapon bent her head slightly forward, in a subtle bow at the two. ❝Good morning, Klovic, O’Neill.❞ She paused, indulging in a slight nervous tick of brushing one of her twintails with before making sure to keep a poised, upfront posture. ❝I hope my arrival was not one to delay this meeting. If so, my apologies.❞ Her eyes drifted towards Conor in particular, if with slight hesitation at first. He most likely did not remember or it did not bore a great importance in his mind but she felt as if she had to clear this up before they could proceed. ❝... Earlier, I should have taken upon myself to accept your apology properly. It just ... stroke me as unexpected at the time. You were not in your right state to mind your words. So there was no absolute need for you to do.❞ She broke eye contact with him before continuing. ❝If you do not recall what I am speaking of, pay no mind to it.❞ It was for her peace of mind, after all. He had no reason to go out his way to amuse her.

 

[The Regal Rper]

Tazmuir V. Klovic​

Mystic Lounge​

Hearing the name 'Winst' made Taz smirk. For a minute his thoughts on the sponsor were abandoned as he gave Conor a bit more of his attention. Wasn't like he'd forget a name like that, during the time he'd been forced under Prima's care he had seen the videos on youtube over ten times. Serves that dick right for talking game he couldn't even win. He'd been expecting Conor to dive right in to the details about Aella and cut him the slack of anything unnecessary. But this? This was just icing. And he'd always loved frosting.

Turning to give Conor his full attention as he got into the details Taz's small amused grin grew into a dumb smirk. Seeing Conor as a potential rival hadn't been a mistake after all if he was hearing this and the guy didn't have any visible injuries on him. None that were serious from the way he walked or moved at least. Then again he'd had back-up. A good thing to have when you were surrounded by meisters who knew how to minimize the amount of damage they took form Soul Force based techniques.

He couldn't help but snicker at hearing those demerits and drops. That must'a stung. The tittering didn't help as Conor wrapped up. He was just wiping away a small tear from laughter and prepping to answer Conor's question when he heard -his left ear twitched up then back down- footsteps. One that gave a feeling of frailness that only dared to defy the world around it with sounds that carried a low tune that sounded to want more.

She's finally here.

And on cue she walked closer. Unlike Prima's steps whose weren gentle, soft, and carried a light feeling to it with the grace of a ballerina- Biyu's were different. Everyone's was but he'd memorized hers the day they'd met up and had what he supposed had been a 'okayish' meeting among strangers. Even now, he still thought she was nuts. Not as much from before they'd first met. At least he knew she had resolve. But still. She was crazy for accepting this. After his last failed partner relationships he didn't expect Lord Symmetry to get involved again, let alone faculty or some sponsor. But, it was whatever. Bigger fish to fry now. 'Sides when life gave you lemons, you dealt with it. Till you found an opportunity to shove those lemons painfully up life's--

❝Good morning, Klovic, O’Neill.❞​

Choosing to not say a word for the sake of theatrics and merely offering a slow nod void of much expression aside from a slightly bored but curious glance, Taz pushed up with his back off the trunk he was leaning on and merely waved a 'hello' without actually saying a word. Instead he listened to her little spiel, which she only used to poke at him with 'apologies.' Why she kept doing that every time he had no idea, and frankly it would eventually get on his nerves. He'd answer that issue later, if she was still around to do that that is.

Right now he wanted to know-- Why is she still calling me by my last name, even though I told her she didn't need to use such honorifics with me? Then again he couldn't blame her even if it did irk him. He couldn't blame her given the suddenness of all of this and even if he did highly doubt that this would last more than a week or two at tops, it still...irked him. But it was a different kind of irk. One he didn't like thinking about. Damn Prima's been getting in my head with those visits of hers. He shrugged the feeling off and focused on what she'd said last.

"Wait wait wait. Hold up Conor" he said gesturing with a raised hand to indicate he'd answer his question soon enough. Turning his attention to Biyu Taz took a few steps towards her then gestured with a thumb. "You two know each other?" He asked with a small grin. That was interesting. A potential rival meeting a temp partner? That was something else. "Hey B--" he cleared his throat and corrected himself, "Biyu, what'd you mean before? What'd my pal over there say that had you so hesitant for a sec, hmmmm?" There was clear sly humor in his tone, but he wasn't going to force her to respond. If she didn't say anything he'd leave it at that and movement.

It'd just be something else to note anyway.

Interaction(s): Sir Les Paul RANGYOKU

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Conor O'Neill​

Biyu was here as well. While he had many gifts, picking up on people from a distance was not one of him. His senses were far from dull, but his focus was his Soul Perception--which was most proficient at a close range. Now, it was pretty obvious what she was talking about. While they had only seen each other in passing since, he apparently made a fool of himself while taking medication from the Apothecary. The details escaped him, but he understood the gist: he hit on her--hard.

More notably, Tazmuir perked up once she came around. Or, more accurately, fumbled some. It appeared that Taz didn't know that he and Biyu had interacted before. Biyu was reserved and swayed closer to just dropping the subject, but there was just something so precious about seeing Taz a little flustered.

Conor grinned. In a split instant, he decided to tease the uncharacteristically well-behaved Taz on two fronts. The first method was the revelation of a new technique, and more importantly doing so without any notice. Conor realized in his fight with Kasper and Aella that regardless of what power he had, his real strength came from his speed. It was his speed that landed Raijin. It was his speed that Aella fell to. It was his speed that surprised Ares, even though Taz actually landed the knock out on him.

The drawback to his speed was simple: to achieve the speeds necessary to outclass others, he had to expend large sums of his reserves. In his present, suppressed state, there was simply no way he could perform the same feats he used to fight Aella or close the Gates of Hell. So, he made a way. What happened next happened within the confines of a second, meaning that it was likely done and over once anyone paid attention. Conor extended his wavelength in the direction of Biyu and for a brief, brief glimmer his presence was felt right beside her... before his body appeared right there.

It wasn't just speed. It was the same blinding transmission of his body that followed when he assaulted Kasper, although this was actually considerably slower. Fine sparks flew off him and a slight neon after image was left, but the end result was the same: a stupid amount of speed causing him to move faster than even these trained eyes could easily perceive.

The mechanic behind the technique, however, was a secret he intended to keep as they would reveal its limits and weaknesses. But, at face value, it was nonetheless impressive.

Ignoring Taz for a moment, he decided to greet Biyu. He was fairly sure that she--as well as anyone high-ranking on campus--was aware of who he was, so he doubted this surprised her too terribly much. "It is a bit hazy, I'll admit, but others have filled me in on the details. A few times," he told her, answering her indirect inquiry as per his memory.

"You should call me Conor, by the way. It's a lot easier to get to know someone when you don't have a wall of pleasantries between you," he explained. Oh, but that was far from the end. "I assume you're paired with Taz. I might just have to tail him a little more often, if that's the case," he added. He then looked over to Taz and let those steely blue orbs catch Taz.

"You wouldn't mind hanging out more often, wouldja Taz?" he asked--although his attentions were obvious, and they had nothing to do with Taz.

 

[The Regal Rper]

• The Great
• Mage

• 
  
  Tazmuir V. Klovic​
  
  
  
  

  
  

  Mystic Lounge​

  
  
  
  
  
  For one brief second, for the first time in a long time, Taz had nothing to say. He just stared at where Conor was, more surprised that he'd pull a move like this to simply show off.
  
  That was his shtick. And it was a little more than surprise that kept him from swiftly changing his expressions.
  
  Two seconds went by and the upperclassmen closed his mouth the second the first word left Conor's mouth and simply leveled the young Elite with a silent stare bereft of much emotion. Unsure of what to do or what game Conor was playing, Taz's eyes narrowed just a fraction, You do realize --" but others have filled me in on the details-- this means war, right? He didn't say a word as Conor continued to address Biyu. He wasn't mad, in fact he found it amusing. At least till Conor started flapping his gums again.
  
  

  "You should call me Conor, by the way. It's a lot easier to get to know someone when you don't have a wall of pleasantries between you."​

  
  For theatrics only, Taz let out a loud and rather rude snort of distaste. That supposed to be a jab at me, freshie?, he had to admit it was a pretty good one. But he wouldn't let that small tug on his lips show nor the small grimace that came after it; so instead he leaned back on his tree and averted his gaze from Conor and Biyu just as he felt Conor's gaze turn to him.
  
  

  "You wouldn't mind hanging out more often, wouldja Taz?"​

  
  After hearing that last comment Taz kept silent. Even if he did want to make a snarky remark- he didn't entirely want to ruin the current mood. Their sponsor could be here any minute, and Taz didn't want bitterness to be the first thing his first sponsor saw when he came to meet them.
  
  Shrugging in response he said: "Do whatever you two want." Then got off his tree trunk and did a little stretch, just for the heck of it, before he strategically changed topic while still staring down the pathway.
  
  "So," he started "You asked what's been going on with me lately didn't you?" He said turning his head in the two's direction. He stared at them both for a second in silence, eyeing the two of them. Conor had seemed to have grown a bit since the last time he saw him. Kid had friends now, seemed to be working on stuff Taz was sure he couldn't wait to see in practice or on the field, allies that had his back. Biyu had been a protege to one of the heads of one of the branches or so the rumors went, but from what he'd heard lately around the park even she had a secret club of admirers. The more he looked at them the more he wondered, If things had been switched, you partnering with her and me with that kind of soul, would I be stronger than I am now? He didn't know. So he looked back down the road after staring at them for nothing more than six seconds.
  
  Huh, guess it doesn't matter.
  
  "Anyway," he began, "Remember those Two Star Alphas I got into a fight with, Conor? That Dubious Mage, Filip and that hammer class Weapon, Abigail, those Turkish transfers?" Hard to imagine but news about fights were barely that popular unless they were big, like that cafeteria fight almost two months ago.
  
  "I know I never really explained it well to you last time, but no, I didn't fight them because they ambushed me after I slugged Filip for knocking my bowl of ice cream to the floor by accident." It was a bad joke but he didn't care. "They approached me two days before the week of the fight on one of my delivery jobs to a challenge on Creepers Lane, their dormitory residence. Said they wanted to see what the rumored 'Taz the Great' could do on his own against a mage and his partner." He couldn't help but smirk. "Of course I couldn't turn them down. 'Sides, rare chance for me to see what a magic Meister can do outside the rumors n' shit." He chuckled. "Anyway, I kicked their ass." His smirk grew just a tad. "Is what I'd like to say. Looks like I'm still not good enough to fight a meister and Weapon alone. Still though, pushed them to use Soul Resonance. So I guess I got what I wanted. Still though", he tittered, "you shoulda seen the way their resonance acted, it was freaky."
  
  He rolled his left arm a bit as if testing his shoulder. "Heh, to sum it up we all got a little banged up, but those were nothing compared to worse injuries though. Conor should be able to clarify, I wasn't in the hospital long." He added, at least in case Biyu grew slightly concerned.
  
  But he slightly doubted it. If she knew anything about his younger self, she'd know he'd had way worse and still come out somewhat alright.
  
  "Anyway, how you been since I last saw you Biyu?"
  
  
  
  
  Interaction(s): Sir Les Paul RANGYOKU
  
• 
  
  Mystic Lounge​
  Crowley​
  
  
  
  
  
  Walking down gray cobblestones Crowley, slowly made his way towards the meeting point. Already aware of everything that was happening. From Biyu's entrance to the three's little conversation going on, he could hear and see it all since leaving the classroom and making his way into Death City and towards the popular little meeting spot for mages of all classes. For the past ten minutes Crowley had diverted most of his attention to the pendant while he carried feline Kuro, gently in an arm and a curious familiar still balanced perfectly atop his head.
  
  In all honesty, he wasn't too surprised. Behavior wise they'd all acted as he expected. For each student, he'd talked to a professor, instructor, or teacher involved in their past first, peers and classmates included. It was easier to learn about a student's behavior from those who'd actually interacted with the student because then he'd be able to sort fact from lie when he consulted their files for more important aspects about their personality quirks and about the behaviors themselves.
  
  For Conor, Crowley had learned the kid was diligent. That desire to work came from the child's own loss of his own parents. It made Crowley wonder if he tried so hard to prevent feeling the way he did back then so it never happened again. He worked hard and put in the effort to get to where he was and it showed in that video still spinning around YouTube. Had to, given how few Solo Meisters there were and how many tended to drop that position within their first three months. But at the same time he had a level of stubbornness some of his instructors had informed him was beyond frustrating. Apparently when he'd first started he refused to work with a Weapon partner. Wanted to do it alone. And he'd seemed to make it work.
  
  From what he heard from Miss Han, he'd displayed the same form of thinking. Quick and swift was how he seemed to want to handle things if it got too out of hand, but quick and swift didn't always work when your opponent was stronger, smarter, and faster than you. Sometimes all it took was just one of those or none at all if you had quick-thinking and sharp reflexes. Even if he did have a Strong Soul the kid, was still a kid. Ego, arrogance, self-interest, and that young adolescent mindset would get in the way eventually. If it didn't already. And then it'd get him and anyone else with him killed when they faced a challenge they couldn't force, outrun, or push their way through. He'd seen it on the battlefield during the war, he hoped Conor's peers could push him to think differently.
  
  For Biyu, her files had been transferred from the Mid Eastern branch. He'd interviewed Asui, one of Biyu's classmates through cam the week before all of this. And then he'd talked to her Wushu instructor along with three failed attempts at partners. Some had called her an insensitive know it all, others had said she could be a bit detached from the rest of the group sometimes but really passionate when it came to her studies. From what her peers had said, she was heavily loyal to DWMA, and given the snippets of her past he'd heard from the new Death Scythe, Aiyoma, he wasn't surprised she was such a heavy mixture of passion, insecurity, and dourness.
  
  It was something he knew her new partner, Taz, could remedy with his overbearing spirit of confidence.Not just him but the others as well. To be accepting and understanding. Sure she was just as determined in her own endeavors, but her inability to express herself properly was an issue, her hidden self could be a problem on the field, and any form of hesitance could be deadly in a split-second decision. Her new partner could solve some of this by being the ruthless punk he'd heard he was. Which actually brought Crowley around to Taz. The one who he was seeing everything through as his own medium and connection to the others who still conversed as he neared the Mystic Lounge.
  
  "I won't lie", he said to Kuro. "Once all the pleasantries are over, I'm going to work you to the bone. Each and every one of you must grow before I allow any of you out there. You may be an incomplete group for now as two are going to be missing but a group I'll get to learn better about nonetheless. I hope you two are just as excited as I am about meeting them?" He said with a smile and with a gentle pet, returned his attention towards the path he was approaching that brought more trees into view.
  
  Yes, then there was Biyu's partner; Taz, whom Crowley had learned just as much about as he had from his interactions with the other student's instructors and peers. Outside of his personal mentor who was unreachable due to a long term mission, the mage had heard many things. From his first year in DWMA, the assassin had strong pride and hubris that surpassed what it is today. Back then, he'd had more enemies than friends and that was because of the constant bragging and showboating. Not that Crowley was too surprised, Taz was an orphan taken in by DWMA and whisked off to a world of adventure at a young age, is what he'd heard one professor say. He'd started out being a punk, excelled in the most basic hand-to-hand combat practices that his fellow Betas couldn't catch up in, then by the first few months once he'd passed a test to move up the rank with his first partner one or two successful missions evolved him into a classic jerk. He'd made Excalibur's arrogance seem tame and that was a scary thought for a 16 yr old kid going 17, even if it was a joke.
  
  But after becoming an Omega, Crowley had heard things started going downhill. And he'd heard it went downhill quickly. Prying wasn't his thing, but knowing enough to touch around the edges of a hot wrapper that could melt your fingers off was a skill he'd mastered. So he refused to hear much more. Only thing he did ask was how many partners the meister had been through, much like he'd done for Biyu and Conor. Unlike them, it wasn't the number of partners they had been through that made things concerning or understandable. Meisters or Weapons could have any number of failed partnerships in a year so long as they got the right one. It was the number of official partnerships, the time between each partner, how long each partner lasted, and how each partner affected the kid differently that made Crowley cautious in his decision to pick Biyu as Taz's partner. Both were sensitive, both for different reasons. And while one could hide their feelings pretty well, another could make it seem as if they never cared to begin with.
  
  It was why he knew someone like Biyu would be determined enough to stick by the stubborn mule's side and why he was certain a light-heart spirit like Kuro could add some spice to these three's lives in a way he as their instructor couldn't do.
  
  "Well", he muttered with a smile keeping his spell up to avoid being noticed through normal senses, "I look forward to making this unit work together."
  
  And with that he kept his distance far enough out of Conor's range to avoid being detected. And made certain his spell was still working to avoid being noticed. Kuro now included in the cloaking as well of course, and Crowley held the kitty, gently but firmly. At least in a way so he knew if the young mage tried to perform one of his shenanigans, it wouldn't ruin the current moment too quickly.
  
  
  
  
  Interactions: One Mean Ghost
  
  Mention(s): Taz, Conor, Biyu