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xander
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xander stop a small distance away from the main gather seeing as he’d already caused enough trouble as is the monster cats tail wagging gently behind him as the cat had seemingly produced a sort of bladed cane that he was leaning upon to watch the situation play out. Xander being totally blindsided by the other random dude showing up trying to kill Cyrus so… awkward, Xander couldn’t help but chuckle, the rest of the speech tho was easily ignored by the cat or more so skim listened too since it was almost entirely about the miester and weapon so far he was the only damn caster here. Only parts that peaked his interest was learning the random stabby fellows name was Midori. And another girl that reported directly to cryus… interesting. The pink haired girl name was Emira, and frankly she had a almost stark resemblance to the pink haired girl that he’d been threaten by a little while ago minus some certain features, mainly that little spark In her eye, a fellow trouble maker it seemed.. or prehaps he was simply miss interpreting something? And there was talk about a zork? guy? Or actually he didn’t can’t his name properly whatever. Oh well this Emira girl would be is next ”target“ so to speak… the question now, what the fuck would he be doing while he waited around for the others to get there asses into gear. Speaking of pink haired girls, there was that other one blue eyed tho he‘d not caught her name. She did seem to be thinking over the situation. if she was thinking so she must have been a weapon right?

with a twirl of the cane umbrella thingy the monster cat strode confidently over to the girl pausing a small distance away out of punching range/lunge range, she’d already established a dislike for Xander as tragic as it was. But it couldn’t be helped too much. “Hey didn’t catch you name miss yes yes I know “oh god it’s thst fucking cat he’s gonna be a dick head” but“ Xander paused part of his speech He’d add in air qoutes to emphasises it. “just some words of encouragement, if you don’t find your right match to start of with there plenty more fish in the sea, all here to try and get better“ he‘d say this in a calmer tone before walking away after a few second humming to himself moving a bit closer to that Cryus fellow waving his hand in the air somewhat. “ right boss man what am I supposed to do for now just sit around and look pretty?” Xander yelled hoping to get some answer.
 
Jarvis Briseis - DWMA, Lot C
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Jarvis had been about to settle down in a nice, comfy spot, under the shade of a tree to listen (or sleep) through whatever the Deathscythe had to say when Spikes—aka Adrian Hackney—ran up to the group and threw wooden balls at everybody…or rather, at eight random people…all the while shouting something about participation. Why? Jarvis hadn’t a clue. “…Weirdo.”

Instinctively catching the object hurled at him with a single hand drawn from his pockets, his red eyes studying the toy his fellow weapon made. Up close, it was easier to tell that was a fake. Surprisingly well done, considering Jarvis would’ve never pegged Hackney for a woodcarver, but fake. Jarvis had no need for it. He’d already picked up a toy/scratching post for Blackie…but there was no harm in giving her both. Some people saw participation trophies as an insult—a reminder of what they didn’t win. Some found comfort in it—a reward for giving their best. Jarvis felt neither. Slipping the ball behind his neck—as a semi-pillow of sorts—Jarvis sat crossed-legged, shoulders against the tree as he watched the proceedings through lazy eyes.

The irony of seeing Cyrus slam his fellow mentor to the ground after telling them off for trying to kill each other wasn’t lost to Jarvis, but he felt no need to bring it up either. The teachers were violent. The students were violent. DWMA was a school that trained students to be violent to evil souls—like his fellow bloodsuckers. Why wasn’t he surprised? The 33-year old weapon yawned. It didn’t surprise him that a Deathscythe like Cyrus was strong either. Shut-in, lazy, self-isolated Vamp from Siberia he may be, but Jarvis did watch T.V. Hard not to notice the Grim Reaper’s partner what with how public DWMA had become…though he hadn’t a clue who the Star Clan member was.

Nor most of the other students in Group A-01.

Therefore, when Cyrus got to the part about ‘pairing being primarily at the behest of the Weapon’ Jarvis inwardly groaned, his eyes drawn to the sky as he listened to the rest of the instructions. The laziness in him hated choosing. Nor did he care which partner(s), if any, he ended up with. It wasn’t like Jarvis thought there was any meister among them that could resonate with his undead soul anyway. None of them were Atli either.

He yawned again.

Weren’t meisters supposed to be better at that sort of thing? Gauging the compatibility of the soul, that is. That was what was supposed to be important in choosing a partner, right? Not relative strength, wavelength, fight styles, or any other outside factors, but connection of their souls…

But of course, it’d been 16 years since he’d last stepped foot in DWMA, so he hadn’t a clue how things were taught these days. A long time ago (short for bloodsucker years really =P), Jarvis had believed in soul mates. With him and Atli, it had been love at first sight. There had been no need for boasting or analyzing of strengths and weaknesses. Just a spark…that died when he decided to kill her and consume her soul. As much as he would’ve liked to dress it up as if he had no choice in the matter, that becoming a bloodsucker had been the only option at the time, he did. One always had a choice. Then, once the decision was made, one had to live with the consequences.

That was why he hated making choices. Responsibility was such a hassle, after all.

He also felt a…strangely…intense gaze on him. Eyebrows raised, Jarvis met eyes with the girl behind the Star Clan member who turned out to be Cyrus’s apprentice—eyes that looked too happy to be normal. Fortunately, her attention on him didn’t remain. Jarvis unconsciously shuddered. For some reason, the gaze had been giving him Elvira vibes.

Slowly getting to his feet, Jarvis moved to the ‘right’ where all the weapons were supposed to, lazily scanning the meisters that moved to the left side. While he’d been fairly good at guessing the meisters and the weapons—based on physical displays—it was nice to have his guesses confirmed. Thales, Gauss, or whatever he liked to be called, was the first to speak up. One of the two fighting meisters—who looked quite beat up—and a utility one apparently. Other than noticing the jumps in wavelength when they used their abilities, Jarvis had not been paying attention to the specifics of their fight…therefore an explanation of his abilities was nice…if Jarvis cared. ‘Unique Wavelength’ mattered little to him in choosing a partner. Jarvis was more interested in Gauss’s explanation of how he operated and appreciated the logical, tactical approach (in both his fighting style and way he approached the current task of finding a partner) if nothing else.

The Elvira method of choosing based on how much she liked the taste of their blood really only worked for bloodsuckers who thought with their stomach rather than their head. Or their sexual appetite. Jarvis sighed. Personally, he didn’t get it. It wasn’t as if bloodsuckers could even procreate biologically.

Eyes following the Shield-girl as she stepped forward to request partnership with Gauss, Jarvis paid her special attention, but only because it was the first time he’d seen any human react like that to his Hypnotic Eyes and he wanted to make sure there were no side-effects. Satisfied that she seemed to be fine, Jarvis returned his attention to the other meisters. Blondie was just standing there, waiting. For what, Jarvis could only guess, but she’d been sitting in a tree while Gauss fought Zosar as well…which suggested that she wasn’t much one to take initiative. Then again, it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen her tumble with Mr. Unique Wavelength…or throw phone boy. Sara seemed to take a protective stance over the still bleeding Zosar…who for some reason had to warrant special attention. Type E? Or was he so crazy…more than so than the others…that he needed special eyes over him? They all had their reasons for being on the chopping block of DWMA termination, after all. None of them seem like they would be easy choices.

How did one even pick a meister amongst the crazies?

Still, the sooner this was done, the sooner he could go back to bed. Jarvis scratched his head. “I choose…whichever of you living humans, half-breeds, or monsters that think you can resonate with an undead soul.”

As far as Jarvis was aware, none of them could do so with ease. Resonance was the merging of souls—the point where two souls connected as one. It required true understanding and acceptance between the individual souls, despite their differences. The more different the souls are, the more incompatible, the more difficult it was to truly understand. Asking a living person to understand what it means to be dead, to be a bloodsucker, was like asking a 2d person to understand a 3d person. Like asking a person to embrace what they were biologically made to abhor. Very difficult. The only one Jarvis believed could resonate with him with ease—besides members of his own race—was the Grim Reaper himself, who was the very definition of death. A being to whom differing races didn’t matter. Or that Midori guy...if he were a meister. His Infinite Fortissimo technique, or whatever, certainly made him smell like death…but who knows?

Jarvis certainly didn’t.

But he figured he should warn whoever was going to be stuck with him of the difficulties. Frankly his favorites (of the choices he had) in terms of personality were Sara and the Ice Blood. They seemed like the type to try despite the odds. Sara especially as she seemed like a busybody, but Nadia certainly wasn’t afraid to voice her thoughts aloud. To take a difficult stance (against the teachers). Even if he’d disagreed with the Ice Blood’s stance at the time, since it didn’t really benefit him, he’d agreed with Cyrus’s assessment of her. Admired that about her. Under different circumstances, he might’ve joined her.

Nadia also pegged out for exactly what he was and wasn’t afraid to call him out on it.

Of course, Sara already had a partner, and he saw no reason to subject those whose personality he liked—like Nadia—to unnecessary difficulties. First impressions didn’t dictate soul compatibility…and Jarvis didn’t have high hopes in that regard...with any of the meisters. Whoever wanted him as weapon had to be okay with potentially never resonating.

Then Jarvis shrugged and yawned. “Or whoever doesn’t mind being bitten. I don’t care.”

Curling on the ground, Jarvis rested his head on the fake ball like a pillow and closed his eyes. “Wake me up once you’ve all decided. I’ll work with whoever’s left over.” He was too lazy to fight over a meister anyway and it wasn’t as if he liked any of them enough to do so. He barely knew them. Best to just let the easily angered kids pick first. Less of a hassle that way. If he really, really had to make a choice, Jarvis would just flip a coin. Let lady luck decide. “I don’t mind working in a group either.”

Groups were actually more work, as more souls had to be acquired to become a Deathscythe, but there was no guarantee that whoever he was partnered in FATE would stay with him throughout DWMA either. No need to think too hard.
 
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"Oh... is that so?" replied Kasper as Noah attempted to explain his reasonings for pulling Sara away from the growing fiasco. "So you do really care about her don't you?" he asked rhetorically, already assuming that he knew the answer to his own question. His mind returning to a life he had tried to forget; a sigh escaping him when he realized the futility of it. Recollecting himself, he stared directly at the eyes of Noah; the air around him changing ever so slightly as the glimmer faded leaving nothing but the cold icy glare of a man.

"Tell me Noah, how would you react if she were to be taken from you? Stolen from your very grasp by a force beyond your own control? What if you were torn away from her... would you do everything in your power to get back what you had lost? What had been taken from you without your consent?" More rhetorical questions from Kasper, as he used Noah as a means to vent the seething frustrations that had simmered inside of him. In many ways, Kasper had seen a bit of his former self in the man presently hounding him and while it was probably too soon to even make that assumption, he could not help but fall victim to his own whims.

"If must be nice having that kind of relationship with your partner, that you'd be so willing to put your own self into harms way just to prevent them from doing the same. Though I must wonder, is that feeling mutual? Would she do the same for you?" Kasper paused, glancing towards the direction of Sara momentarily before returning his focus upon Noah. "If I were to reach out right now and grasp your neck tightly, feeling your very breath slow within the palm of my hands.. would she come rushing to your aid?" Kasper turned ever slightly, raising his right palm slowly towards Noah's neck, a metallic maw appearing in the centre of his palm; mouth slightly ajar.

"You don't need to answer... I already know. I don't need to be told to know that both you and her share something special. That she would feel pain beyond our very imagination if you were to disappear" Kasper with his arm still raised had walked over to Noah, the metallic mouth disappearing from his palm as instead of grasping him by the neck, he had placed the same hand upon Noah's shoulder, using him as a means to pull himself closer to the boy, so much so that Kasper's mouth was adjacent to his right ear.

"How I envy you... having what I don't" he would whisper; the grip on Noah's shoulder tightening as Kasper sunk his nails into his skin. "Cherish her, because you never know when someone or something might come along to steal her away from you" he added, before pushing himself off of Noah, turning around to face Cyrus and the group as the instructor lamented the lack of adherence to his initial instruction.

His timing would be impeccable as he watched a blur rush past the group; his keen vision allowing him to just about track the speed of movement as he made its way towards Cyrus; the instructor seemingly unperturbed by the swiftness of such movement as he countered the assault with his pole arm. It was only then that Kasper recognized the figure attacking Cyrus, a shiver running down Kasper's spine ever so slightly. The World's only death golem and a former target of interest for Kasper. Though he knew now just how out of reach the man was; the disparity in their current strengths being vast. Despite all this, Kasper was somewhat rooting for Midori's success in this endeavour, if only to punish Cyrus for his transgressions in ending the game prematurely.

Disappointment would follow however as Midori was beaten effortlessly, even with his 'Old ways' he had been beaten so swiftly by Cyrus; begging the question just how much stronger was their instructor. Kasper sighed as Cyrus would remain relatively unbothered, aside from the annoyance of Midori's attempt to ambush; that wasn't nearly enough to satiate Kasper's need to see him punished.

Begrudgingly he would wait and watch as Cyrus resumed control of the session, firstly introducing the Death Golem to the rest gathered here, before instructing them upon the weapon and meister's partnering. Kasper could already sense the air around them all change slightly as thoughts were probably turned towards whom they may end up being with. Kasper remained somewhat unchanging, even when Thaddeus was singled out and brought to the fore with his unique ability to handle multiple weapons and even when Emira was introduced. Her presence here didn't change the circumstances for Kasper, it wasn't as if another set of eyes upon them would change his actions in anyway shape or form. He was used to being observed, used to being watched through a glass mirror as the maddening attempted to wrestle the reigns of control away from him. Another set of eyes observing them all like potential threats... how many more would continue to be inconsequential to him.

Offering a momentary glance towards Emira to at least memorize her features, Kasper would soon find himself drawn back towards the field itself as meisters and weapons begun to move to where they were instructed; Kasper being one of the; if not the last to move as he took note of who was a weapon and who wasn't. Only then would he make his way to his designated side, hands pocketed as he observed a few of the weapons begin to move. No meister in particular stood out to Kasper, none really managing to hook his interest at the moment.

It was once he was with the other demon weapons that Thaddues began to speak, Kasper listening to the explanation regarding his unique wavelength; still Kasper remained rooted; only reacting to the movements of Suzu and Prudence whom had both stepped forward; Thaddues being the first meister to have his partners sorted. Having seen little of Suzu, given his one track focus for the majority of the fight, Kasper had remained unfazed by her stepping forward. Prudence however, was an entirely different story as she too made her way towards Gauss.

Hands pocketed yet clenched, Kasper fidgeted in his spot. Ears twitching at the mention of an undead soul, but his focus now fixed upon the center stage. Unnerved in this moment, Kasper would find himself stepping back into the centre spot.

"Kasper J. Rossweisse" he began, still eyes fixed on Thaddeus, Suzu and Prudence, before turning to face the other Meisters gathered on the other side. He would eye them all, much like wares in a store; gaze appraising their features with the utmost scrutiny, looking for flaws or oddities that would make or break them. Seeing nothing that particularly drew the eye, Kasper would simply revert to his plastic smile, right hand pressed over where his heart was as he bowed slighty; the ever graceful gentleman. "I am of course a Demon Weapon", he began, standing fully as his hand was returned to his side. "I don't particularly care which one of you becomes my meister, nor do I care whether or not you admonish my actions thus far. What I do care about..." he stopped and turned to face the trio. 'is when someone tries to take something I have considered to be mine' he thought to himself, finishing his sentence in his mind rather than saying it aloud. He wanted to say it, he wanted to speak truthfully to the others but knew that it would only serve to hinder him in this moment. Taking a deep breath, he bit his tongue and composed himself as best he could; techniques from his calm mind training coming to play at this moment.

"What I do care about.. is whether any of you are able to handle my demands as a demon gun" his words were not meant to ridicule anyone's potential lack of skills in that department, rather it was down to the simple fact that unlike most weapon forms; the demon gun was particularly taxing on the soul given its reliance on creating soul bullets. "I am no stranger to the particular complexities that my form possesses, nor am I a fool to be unaware that I am not the most easy to handle either. So without knowing who among you is even capable of utilizing a gun, I would prefer not to make a decision yet"

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Zosar | DWMA | Lot C


He couldn't sense them- but he wasn't really surprised. The moment Cyrus had said 'Not again', he knew someone was coming. He hadn't expected it to be Midori- certainly hadn't expected the young woman that showed up later.

The little show that played out in front of them reminded him a lot of the day he'd met the Hoshi. The day he thought Death had sent one of his tools of assassination to finally get rid of the parasite within its organization, Zosar had requested a duel. He would be at a disadvantage given the fact he would be fighting Midori without a partner, but he wanted to be able to fight him on his terms. If he was going to die, he would die under his own terms. Just like they had. He hadn't expected the request to be accepted- and at the time- he had found the brief sense of humor Midori had displayed within his soul to be a slight directed at him in general.

Yet surprisingly, they had allowed it.

Logic had dictated, that he would die and he knew it. Yet, his faith, his own belief- that even if he did die pathetically, at least he would not die like scum. If anything, he would die in combat- just like all of them had.

The duel was short lived. It lasted two minutes, and then in a single second it had ended. Midori had his blade arm pointed at his forehead. When he blinked, Zosar recalled the acceptance. Death, came for all. In that moment he'd seen them. Every friend he'd ever buried looking up at him, a lifeless corpse, where not a spark of life lingered in those cold eyes. He flashed through a hundred scenes in that moment. Focused on controlling his breathing, unlike his younger self when he'd witnessed his first ally's death. Some of them mangled beyond recognition, others, killed in action- the few, done in right in front of him. It was amazing what the mind could recall at Death's door. Every single Enlightener he had been on the field with, or had known that had died flashed into his mind's eye in that moment when he heard that metallic clang. And he exhaled slowly as the memory passed.

What a moment that had been he found himself smiling, though it was neither a smile of sadness or joy. It was just a smile that was empty of anything really. Perhaps one of melancholy. It faded just as quickly however. Especially when he watched Cyrus smash the Death Golem's face into the ground so he could get some of the minerals he probably needed in his system.

He would have to ask Midori how the ground tasted later. Provided he didn't make him try it after he said that.

He might, but it was worth the risk to see an old acquaintance, a friend, though one that was just as dedicated to the job as he had been. And Cyrus basically confirmed that.

It made him sigh hearing that confirmation. The comfort was, they weren't going to be trying to hide it. At least now he knew who the other girl that had been hanging on Cyrus' shoulder was now. Emira. He made a mental note to recall that. Staring at her soul he couldn't help but notice its raw peculiarity. There was so much going on around it- What even is that?

However any of his thoughts on current affairs about Emira took a backseat at the look Sara had clearly shot him after the mention of his own personal mentioning by the Death Scythe, but it was what she said next that really caught him. He could not help but notice the defensive stance she'd taken next to him. The way she moved, the spike of irritation that had been summoned in her. It was...touching. He didn't know what to say to her when she said that. All he could say was: "Thank you, Sara." And he couldn't help but reach out to her- and gently pat her on the head. "You have a good heart, even if you do get horny quickly." He stated in the most casual manner one could imagine, the last part not even in a whisper as he moved his hand away and turned his attention over to Gauss since it was clear he would be going first.

Not that he didn't also glance at Sara with a small smile in mere tease before giving Gauss his full attention as he moved with Sara in tow to the side where the Meisters were to be aligned.

"A Utility Meister huh?" So there was only one of them here. He wondered if he could get more than one partner himself, now that he actually thought about it. There were six Weapons, five Meisters- Gauss had set a nice example of how to attract the other Weapon's attention. With him here also, he balanced things out. Then again with Emira here, she would probably make seven, eight if he counted Midori. Thinking on how to go about it Zosar considered what he should and shouldn't say. There was no need to go into detail, but considering Gauss had already just gotten a volunteer- perhaps he should do something similar. Telling the others why he was being pointed out by the Death Scythe as someone to be watched for seemed counterproductive, if the wanted to know- they could just ask. It was better to just stick to the details and explain what he was capable of, sell himself a bit and see who might be interested.

He hoped someone would be interested. His eyes moved over to Dani. The perpetual cute frowner. Then he mentally picked out the individuals of each person based off the soul signature and what he could see. Already he saw a few moving over to Midori's direction, no doubt Autonomous Weapons or those who wouldn't be partnering immediately were--

--he turned towards her.

“ Zosar? “​

"That's the name" Although your mentor clearly got my last name wrong, and seems not to care if you roam about either. He nodded at her with a light smile regardless, watching her as she maneuvered easily around Sara. At the comment of his eyes, he made no visual reaction- it was a comment he'd heard before- not one that bothered him really as it was often considered his most interesting visual feature. What he did do however was take another peak at her soul- saw nothing but those faces and skulls- the shrieking and yelling much clearer now than as he noticed the way she was holding herself. It made his brow raise. What is it you aren't telling me? He had to wonder. Because, how could he not. Anyone with a soul that was so obscured and made such noise. He was curious now, very much so.

The way she'd crossed her arms yet clearly was also keeping a level of distance between him and Sara by extension. Was he reading too much into it? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Though her statement of being available as his partner, but also being someone he should avoid partnering with due to a 'circumstance' made him wonder just what kind of unique soul she had. Like seriously, what the actual hell was up with her soul? A soul that screamed with so many voices must be a troubled one. Was it a mental thing? Did she suffer from something to cause her soul to react like that? He couldn't feel the encroaching presence of Madness like he had from the others. Why was it he could see all these...things? At first he'd thought those faces or phantoms were her soul-- now he saw that they were obscuring it. Just what the hell was going on? What was her story?

His expression was thoughtful, as the smile she had on her face did not make him think: Oh yeah, she seems normal.

She clearly wasn't.

Midori practically just confirmed that as he looked over to him when he spoke from where he stood.

"Good to know, thanks for the heads up." He said to his friend. At least he now knew he was dealing with some kind of psychotic sadist. Turning his attention to Sara he said: "I don't want to distract you from finding your partner, when it's your turn I'll be sure to give you the attention you deserve." Then looking back at Emira he said: "Mind telling me what exactly you mean by 'special' circumstance? I like to know my partners intimately, if I'm going to be partnered with you, and if I'm going to need training to wield you, I would rather learn now than later. So mind helping me?" He asked her in as casual a manner one could about the anguished screams of the damned he could hear from her.



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He couldn't deny that he was faced with greatness when Cyrus appeared to end the proceedings. Only stare in silence as a wooden copy of the ball came flying his way, catch, and let his ever-emptying gaze float down to discover every crack and crease in its design. The clash of titans vaguely registered on the periphery of his conscience as he and his wavelength shied away from scrutiny, as if seared by the light of attention. He couldn't deny the greatness, only question what it asked of him. What purpose there lied in having one of the many weapons read the non-descriptive title of the closed book he'd become, a thin carcass of a man who died half his lifetime ago, threatening to collapse under the most tender of investigation. There was nothing of substance to speak of, no beautiful secret that would seep out if only prodded enough.

He was like a sponge, absorbing the heated and chaotic wavelengths and emotions swirling around him and reverberating in his eardrums. It clawed and scratched at the crevices of his mind, spoke as vaguely as the devil on his shoulder only barely held back by the sound mind training he practiced every second of every day. The madness inhibitors didn't work when his wavelength gobbled up every counter frequency they spilled, and medication proved only a temporary solution. How could he resonate with another person, or even grasp at the intricacies of another kicking, fighting soul? How was it even fair to subject another creature to that. Him. Little more than a fraud of a man. A collection of scars separating the length of his skin from the ink he'd adorned it with. One for each day he died in that basement, a handful for every sibling he'd torn the life from, and an ugly Pollock from the beast he'd once called father, before the life drained from it's revolting spiteful eyes.

There was duality in the mindset. Desperation for love and companionship, fear of what little or large it could uncover in him. Hatred for the conditioning that governed his every waking hour, terror at the thought of what end he'd have met without it. Sickly sweet hope for what could be, but comfort that when he one day sheds this skin and evaporates into dust, the sum of his sins might not have a bearing on the world at large. It made him angry. How long would he have to suffer the pain of guilt before it was enough to forgive him? How much was enough, anyway? It could be endless, replacing the pain he could not inflict unto himself with all these deadened nerves. Nobody would decide that for him. It was a cold calloused world he found himself in, perpetually mocked by an equally uncaring sun. Ever-present, laughing at the irony in clear sky or behind rain clouds all the same.

There was nothing. No movie moment to replace the anxiety, no dramatically well-timed revelation that would save him. Nowhere to go back to. Only himself, and how far he would go to protect his right to exist. The therapy had taught him as much.

There is a truth not only bitter, and unhappiness or discomfort wasn't excuse enough to give in to his fears. Without hope, he was nothing; and he was naught but hopeful.

"I'm trying."

Azariah looked back up from where the ball had once been, before he had dropped it several seconds before. His wavelength was reduced to smoldering coals at best, and for a moment his hyperactive hearing backed away to give way for a peaceful quiet. If he couldn't even represent the smidge of good he so bravely believed in, then the demons in his head would be right. Even if it wasn't now, he could one day deserve the friendship he wished for.

He looked between the many and varied members of Group A-01. All of them probably struggled much like himself. Sara must be haunted by the blood thirst she had to rein in. The pain Adrian can causes must be scary. It must be difficult for Gauss to maintain that facade every day. Living day-to-day with madness that large must be heavy for Kasper. Always being so strong as Athena could not possibly be easy. Zosar's skill couldn't have been nurtured by love and comfort, but by blood and violence. Noah must be lonely, hiding away like that. Xander must struggle to be seen as himself, and not just a cute, furry farce. What drove Jarvis to pull away so hard? What kept Suzu on the brink of tears? Why was Nadia on a pedestal, so far above and away from the rest of them? How could Dani stay so locked up, and how did Prudence stay afloat in that vast empty ocean?

He'd put all their names to memory. Even Emira, who'd just appeared before them. She seemed so crooked that it must hurt. Zari could not begin to understand. He was only one of the many broken, scared, or alone. His words began with a shivering tone that slowly slipped away into quiet as he spoke.

"And I'll try for you, too."

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    Thaddeus Thales​

    "Gauss"​

    Species Human
    Partner None
    Rank Fate Agent

    Location Death City, Lot C
    Mission A-01 Meeting
    Status Curious, mildly intimidated

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    Several weapons had made comments. Some even came forward. The first girl did, but explained little to nothing of herself. He would like to know about all of the potential that stood before him. Then, there was the self-proclaimed undead, but again, didn't actually explain what he could do. Information was vital. Communication was important. These things were basics. How they were being so overlooked was somewhat frustrating. He could more easily forgive the first girl; she seemed quite reserved, perhaps shy, or perhaps Gauss was just being internally misogynic and more forgiving of her nature. Kasper, although, at least proclaimed his concerns. A gun was not something Gauss was against in the slightest; ranged combat was something he engaged in often, and Complex Resonance was something he could use interchangeably with another Weapon. He was no Kilik Rung, but he also never stuck to any one weapon for long.

    But above all, there was Prudence. A shield. She described herself to a tee. Introduced herself, even, with no small amount of courtesy. Her soul felt uninspired, but her actions were quite the opposite. She seemed to be the most competent one of the lot he had seen thus far.

    "It isn't often I have a weapon I've never spoken to say it would be a pleasure to be my partner; you are quite the refreshing breath of air, miss Prudence," Gauss replied to her with an equal amount of courtesy. He then outstretched his arm to her, but twisted his arm so that his hand and forearm faced outward. The typical way one might expect for a shield to latch on. "Would you transform for me? I do wish to wield you first, to see how our souls mesh. And, then, to test my wavelength," Gauss asked, taking the experiment a step further. Cyrus said to deliberate amongst themselves, so this only seemed logical.

    While waiting for Prudence, he turned his eyes onto Suzu and gave her a gentle, sincere smile. "Would you care to elaborate about yourself, miss? I appreciate the gesture of moving forward, but I know nothing about you. Your weapon form, any special qualities you have? Perhaps just a little about yourself. Anything to help or the others afterwards," Gauss asked her, yet again quite soft and sincere with her.

    His eyes then fixated on Kasper. He caused such problems before and that trend didn't seem to stop. On one hand, Gauss saw a huge array of issues in pairing with him. On the other, he wasn't sure who in the group could handle a gun. Or the... quirks that came with him. But then, it was hardly fair to judge Kasper when one could argue Gauss had been just as problematic earlier. "I have wielded seven ranged weapons in the past, can use Complex Resonance and Basic Resonance simultaneously, and believe it or not, have no predisposition to Madness. I am not against pairing with you, Kasper, for whatever that is worth, but do make note:" he said, nodding back to Prudence and letting his focus shift back to her for a moment, restoring eye contact. "Should we match, I would most definitely want you as a partner. A shield for most Meisters is a sentence to the frontline taking hits, but for me, it opens up a world of possibilities. With that said, whoever would be our third, I would like to you to approve of as well."

    With that, he decided to speak this final comment aloud. Jarvis didn't seem like the type to care about the formalities of human contact. "You who are undead, I don't know your name. I also don't know your form or skills, but I do know apparently you can give Meisters a run for their money. You may want to at least, y'know, introduce yourself and give us a rundown of what you can do. Probably pick a partner you can at least tolerate, might help your chances," he this time said aloud, loudly enough to make sure the weapon would hear despite the distance.




 
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Grinning a bit at the football toss, Nadia catches it in an outstretch left hand before tossing it up into the air in her hands, letting it drop to her feet. She knew better than to speak out with the Death Scythe here. Something that was lost upon the others in her class, the wolf girl was a very chatty sort of note. Next in that bit was the staff weapon and Zosar. With a bit of a smirk to her face, Nadia narrows her eyes and pushes the ball away, she awaits to see what sort of man Cyrus was. Would he snap at this, or would he react, and to what extent? Was he a center of authority, self-important or a pushover?

It was soon after that her answer would arrive, though it seemed to be akin to his previous answers as he shuts all the talking down. It was soon however that another figure came to deliver a sudden ambush which led to an interesting exchange of blows and words, and the speaker of them she knew. Or at least knew of. There weren't all that many Hoshi's in the DWMA in the first place and a named introduction was close behind.

"Interesting." She comments in a low tone, at the exchange but quickly perks up and makes her way to the designated area where she awaited what was to come, with Meisters being picked by the weapons, and two more details were given. The boy with the odd skills that also took her attention, did in fact have a name, Thaddeus Thales, or Gauss, so he was a utility Meister, this further confirmed her thoughts, something about him, or rather his wavelength did draw others towards him just like those ball bearings. And the second, she already knew was Zosar, Cyrus also shared with them all that he was under observation, which meant he was madness inflicted, or her thoughts on his battle style being trained for another purpose was sure. He was likely some form of assassin or spy that Lord Death did not see fit to liquidate.

Two other weapons were quick to make their own opinions known, not being willing to just pick someone, one was a gun and the other, from what she seen was some form of gauntlet. The former had given his name, the later did not and went to lounge about. Nadia decided to speak up for herself, as otherwise this was going nowhere.

"My name for you all is Nadia Semyonov. I unfortunately would be unable to make use of a Demon Gun to a level worthy of it. But I am willing to take on your challenge, bloodsucker. You will find my soul to be an interesting one I am sure, depending on what you are as a weapon and if you can stay awake for more than a few minutes." Admitting to her own weakness on that front and answering the challenge of Jarvis, she continues;

"To all of you, I specialize with Demon Blades but am adept at all forms of Melee weapons. If you believe you are strong, then I would see you tested, if you are a worthy soul then your problems shall be ones, I may aid you with. Conflict is not forgiving of the weak, only join me if you have a desire for conquest and strength. I am willing to show you what I am capable of, to see what you can endure, if you wish to see before you make a choice. Also, I rather not press in on your issues least I have cause or am given them. Trust is earned through strength and time. Be warned, I plan to fight my battles at the front and with overwhelming force."

What she meant by testing remained to be seen, but the fact she was radiating her wavelength at a steady hum was some indicator. To her own curiosity, the Shield had already picked her partner, the Utility master.

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Adrasteia Chandrice

Adra had no intentions of speaking to anyone, nor anyone seemingly has any intention to talk to the weapon. That made things easier.

What was not easy was realizing the return of trouble from her past almost two years ago. The weapon watched as he flashed onto the stage and attempted to attack Cyrus, the sight only surprising Adra for the fact that he was here. His behavior never changed, that much she saw. Midori. The one she blamed for her break that eventually put her in the hands of doctors and psychiatrists once more. Her blood ran cold for a moment, her heart changing pace rapidly as she attempted Calm Mind. This used up so much of her attention she almost missed the instructions given, her eyes darting to the instructor.

Pairing? In this fucking group?? They all seem fucking nuts! No one could possibly benefit! Do they really want us to crash and burn that bad? Fuck!

Adra's eyes darted around, the pressure slowly mounting. She couldn't tell who had madness or not due to the sheer number of collars on her peers, not to mention the apprehension crawling through the weapon about pairing up with a meister. She made her way behind Cyrus despite this, giving Midori a wide berth as she did so. One by one the Meister's began to introduce themselves, or at least the boldest of them. Zosar... Nadia... Gauss... Three meisters were options for the weapon currently. Her mind was consumed with rampant doubts, picking apart their words like a vulture at a corpse. She had to be wielded, yet none of them felt right. No one felt right.

They will wield better matching weapons......None of them are right for me... Too tall. Too nice. Too talkative. Too quiet. Too much. They aren't enough.

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    Location: Lot C, near Cyrus
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    Before Noah even had time to register what was going on with Kasper, he heard him ask a question. It sounded rhetorical, so he ignored it. What point is there to answer a rhetorical question anyway? But when he looked up at Kasper, something in him had changed. He was terrifying to behold, yet all the more intriguing. Then, he asked some questions.

    Noah thought Kasper knew of his past somehow, and he was goading him. Trying to get him to fight back. But then he realized something. He was... Venting. He was truly upset, angry even. He must have lost someone - most likely a Meister - in his past. He watched him glance at Sara, a shiver running through his spine as his feet denied his ability to move. He was stuck there.

    Then, he said he could choke him. He looked worryingly at his hand, the palm having a mouth that was surely his weapon form's shotgun barrel.     What? Was he gonna give me a hickey and choke me out? What the fuck?

    He knew there wasn't any of those kinds of intentions, but he stood there. Waiting for something to happen. While he was fearful, he stood his ground, determination glinting in his emerald eyes. While he was afraid of someone who can fight better than he can, efforts to make him cower in helplessness was met with a double down of his resolute stubbornness. He wasn't going to be taking that lightly.

    That was when he grasped him by the shoulder instead, the mouth having disappeared. Noah was then pulled, stumbling forward and giving the man a side-eye glare as Kas whispered in his ear. Noah breathed sharply inward feeling the nails dig into his shoulders, but given he's dealt with much worse, he just fought off a grin. Then, it all fell in place.

    Kasper was jealous. Envious. That Noah had such a loyal partner. Something Kasper didn't have. Something Kasper lost.

    He had Madness.

    Sympathy lurched at the man's soul, his scowl from earlier becoming softer, replacing the irritation he felt with that of sympathy. Kasper said to cherish her, and what he said with that sounded like a threat. Then, Kasper left him to stand there.

    Oh, he wasn't going to just take that without having the last word in.

    Noah got behind Kas, his hands in his pockets as he softly spoke to him.     "I already know what that's like, so don't pretend that I don't. I didn't want to have friends, but I stopped carin' since Sara. Ya think I don't know your pain? Of losin' someone you've loved? Ripped away and you're too helpless to stop it? I do. Ya know why I care for her? 'Cause I lost everyone who cared for me and she's the only one who made a difference in my life."

    Noah then left, leaving the line, leaving the little group that formed and walked around. Not really caring about Kasper's little speech on guns, not caring for Gauss and his recruitment. No, he had someone else he needed to check up on.

    That's where he found him. Azariah. Standing meters away from Cyrus, who reigned in his subordinates and made the instructions more clear.

    Not wanting to bring any attention to himself, he kept his body small, insignificant, as he smoothly made his way over. Almost like he's done this before - playing as the ghost in a world who didn't have a place for him anymore and he was only living rent free in other people's purposes.

    No, now that he found a purpose, Noah was going to be proactive for once.

    He watched Zari, saw how apprehensive and anxious he was. What with his wavelength having tried to burn and suck out his soul before, he knew that Azariah needed work, yet how can he work on that if he doesn't have a weapon? Walking slowly but surely towards Azariah in a roundabout way, he finally found himself standing near him, facing his side.

    "Yo."

    He was quiet. Mainly to make sure nobody else caught their attention. However, there was a different air about him unlike their first encounter. Noah looked tired, worn down even. He seemed to have lost his patience between Sara, being thrown, and Kasper bringing up a sore spot in his past. Plus, it was clear nobody else here besides Sara took this meeting as a place to gain friends, and even if someone was interested, Noah stopped caring. He also remembered how well Azariah took to having someone care or be concerned over him the last time, so now he didn't want to expend that much energy anymore. He was tired, going about this like a business transaction.

    Just business, he told himself.

    "Zari, ya know it’s kinda rude to not take a rare apology?" His deadpan stare seemed almost out of focus as he stared at Zari’s face before shrugging off the rhetorical question, changing subjects. "We should pair up." He sounded very nonchalant about it, as if it were a normal thing to be asking a stranger, especially one with problems. "I'm not gonna touch ya again, I already learned my lesson. I’d like to train my Healing Wavelength and I can get away from Sara, ya get accustomed to resonance and ya get a Weapon, win-win, done deal. Your wavelength ain’t that bad, just weird." Noah was lying, he felt absolutely drained afterwards if he weren't so emotionally upset at the time and pumped full of adrenaline. He shrugged. “Either way, I’m choosin’ ya and probably gonna be swapping between ya and Sara. If ya got a problem with it, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

    Noah awaited Zari's answer, his voice and tone being quiet and firm so that no one else (well, except Sara) could hear him. He didn't want to draw too much attention towards him or Zari. Given that Noah was naturally introverted, that part was at least natural for him.


 
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Midway through her pondering, Dani felt a presence encroaching on her before a voice began speaking. It was the cat. He was sticking just outside of arm's reach, which was probably good instincts considering the company of the class. She raised a brow, perplexed at what he could have to say to her. Surprisingly, it was just some words of advice before he moved on, her eyes trailing after him as the feline moved to irk their mentor. Perhaps he wasn't as cheeky as Dani first assumed. Either way, he wasn't a meister, so not a consideration. Still, what he said did make sense. These weren't permanent pairings—they just needed to group for missions and the like.

The Demon Sword sighed as others spoke up. One was a Bloodsucker, who promptly went to sleep after saying he didn't really care. Following him was the mad gun, who said something similar. Zosar was conversing in his own little group. Zari was doing—something. Then there was Gauss continuing to figure out who would be his picks. She was still puzzled by him and how he completely 180'd his behavior.

Is he just bullshitting now that they're here? She thought, glancing over to the seniors.

Cyrus reexplained the process, seemingly a bit irked still, but that appeared to be his default. Following him Nadia spoke up and introduced herself, seemingly offering herself to the Bloodsucker or anyone else who could match the woman's zeal. Dani wasn't sure she could, though she was a Demon Sword.

Fuck it.

With a sigh, Dani hesitated before speaking up, steeling herself for her own little introduction.

"To be completely honest, I'd rather not partner at all... That said, I don't have much training or experience working autonomously, so I'd probably be a liability outside of being swung around in any extended fight," Dani commented. She didn't want to, but she just didn't have the same solo strength that a lot of her peers did. A street fight or short engagement, sure she could hold her own. Meisters and Demon Weapons didn't always get easy marks, though. "Name's Dani. First off..."

Tugging at the collar of her hoodie a bit, Dani tapped the circlet around her neck, stating clearly that anyone else with Madness was incompatible. "I got this, so for anyone else fucked in the head... We're already vetoed. As for what I can do—"

Stepping forward a bit to move away from others, a light enveloped the girl's humanoid form and thinned. Upon dispersing, what was left in its place was a steel blue bastard sword with glints of pink embedded into the ground. After a few moments, the same light from before enveloped the sword, transforming back into her original human shape.

"I'm a sword... If you want a sword, fine. If not, I'll make do," Dani said, stepping back in line. She didn't know any of them to want to pair with them. Then again, if she just chose a marksman that would work as well as if she just hoofed on her own.

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Noah's words would find themselves dancing within Kasper's mind, threatening to distract him from the task at hand as he addressed all the potential meisters gathered here. Curiosity had indeed been triggered, though it was unlike that of which he had so forcefully displayed towards Prudence. Madness and all its lingering affects had been the driving factor behind his approach towards Prudence, the changes it had made to him remaining unchallenged by the collar he wore. With Prudence, there was this driving desire to break her down; to forcefully take what he wanted from her and then some. Noah however... Noah was different. He felt no urge to break him, no desire to possess him and no drive to make him his. Noah despite his hounding had managed to stir up a more placid form of curiosity; awakening a dormant entity that had long since been sealed away.

This frustrated him. It bothered him, that Noah's words had remained glued to his mind far longer than it needed to and It irked him that he had dared to claim that he knew his pain, his sorrow. There was anger seething beneath the surface, a controlled flame that at any moment could grow in intensity. The audacity of Noah to proclaim such things in front of Kasper; to act like he too had experienced that same hell; that same torture. Did Noah really share that fate with Kasper? Was he spat out into the real world to be mocked at? To be treated differently.. with fear for what he had become? Looked at with eyes full of animosity as their humanity was belittled in favor of fearing the monsters that they had become. Of course, this was the twisted right given to humanity... to revel in their fear of what they didn't know, didn't understand. Once the humanity of those they feared was stripped away.. it was far more easier to judge, to hate. Nobody ever questions the killing of a monster...
Kasper gritted his teeth as he paused in his speech, taking the opportunity to glance in the direction of where Noah had gone; his fellow demon weapon approaching the man known as Azariah.

Still he felt no desire no desire to challenge Noah's claims. Instead... he simply needed answers. Answers devoid of all the foreplay of trying to outwit one another. If what Noah had said were true and he had indeed been a fellow victim of fates cruel joke, then how did he come to be where he was? what had he done different that allowed him to find comradery once more? Was Kasper in the wrong? Was that why he lacked what Noah had? Did that pain ever go away?

In this moment, in the purest of senses he both hated and envied the man.

Placing a hand to his face as his mind threatened to unravel, Kasper was only drawn out of this predicament by the voice of Nadia, the meister addressing Kasper from where she stood and drawing his thoughts back to the situation at hand. In that brief moment where he withdrew the hand covering his face, -barely lasting the blink of an eye- the façade Kasper wore was replaced with one of vulnerability before once again being hidden behind that mask he wore in public.

He'd nod towards her as she ruled herself out of contention; though any reply he could formulate was interrupted by the voice of Gauss whom had thrown himself into the loop; Thaddues standing in between Suzu and Prudence. Shaken by what Noah had said, Kasper could not feel that same desire towards Prudence; at least not at this very moment. Had any been privy to his thoughts, they'd find his mind in a temporary state of discord; his thoughts a mess.

Looking between the trio once more, then back at the other meisters before fixing his gaze at Gauss; Kasper would uncharacteristically remain rather quiet as he begun to walk forward towards Thaddues, his body shimmering as he faded into non-existence; replaced by the corrupted form of his weapon self that had begun to spiral towards the meister.

How Kasper hated this form, this tainted monstrosity. It was a literal sign of what he had become, the demonic visage of his current design replacing the innocence of what he once was... what had been chewed up and spit out by the hell that was madness. Kasper would remain quiet as he was caught; thoughts still lingering towards what Noah had said.

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Jarvis Briseis - DWMA, Lot C
“…you talk a lot, don’t you?”

Eyes still closed, Jarvis rolled to the side as replied to the comment made by Gauss with a comment of his own. Social interaction—both with humans and other bloodsuckers—was bothersome. Jarvis saw no reason to do so unless it was needed. No desire to flirt or intermingle like high school kids trying to find their next partner either. However, there was sense in the meister’s words…even if it was a hassle…so the bloodsucker continued to speak. They probably wouldn't leave him alone unless he did so anyway. “Jarvis Briseis. I’m a blood-sucking, blood-manipulating, demon gauntlet who likes to sleep. My ideal meister is one that will do all the work for me, so I don’t have to, and lets me laze about as much as I want…but I doubt any of you are willing to do that…” They all seemed equally troublesome. “…so I’ll settle for whichever Meister is willing to help a bloodsucker like me become a Deathscythe. Is that good enough?”

Everything else was inconsequential. If his meister was weak, he’d do the fighting...in his normal form if he had to. If they had particular (melee) weapon they preferred, his blood could be that weapon. Jarvis prided himself on his adaptability and flexibility as a weapon...but explaining all that was too much work...and knowledge about how his weapon form worked was unnecessary for those who aren’t his meister anyway.

Either they wanted to work with him or they didn’t. Liked what they saw of him or didn't. Jarvis didn’t care.

More voices chimed in. Jarvis recognized the voice of the tattoo guy who had knocked down the goal post…but was usure who his words were addressed to. Seemed more like a general statement. A claim that he ‘was trying’…to do what, Jarvis wasn’t quite sure. Communication was probably going to be a bit difficult with that one. Nadia, on the other hand, was more straight forward and clear.

She wanted a strong weapon…one with a strong soul and a strong will to match hers. Truly, Jarvis didn’t think he fit that bill at all—no special desire for conquest and strength either—but it wasn’t as if he thought he especially fit with any of the other meisters either. Prudence and the demon gun that introduce himself as Kasper had the right idea in Jarvis’s mind. Choose quickly and be done with it quickly.

The girl that introduced herself as a demon sword reminded him that some of the weapons—and meisters as well—were infected by madness…and wouldn’t want an equally mad partner to amplify what they were trying to keep contained…but that itself didn’t have much to do with Jarvis. He could sense madness when it was strong enough, yes, and could definitely feel something…off…about some of his students in FATE…but he wasn’t a goddamn meister in terms of soul perception.

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Since becoming monster, Jarvis’s opinion of madness was slightly skewed anyway.

He didn’t fear it. Some of his kind embraced it even…especially the ones that did too a bit too much drinking…or vice versa—they starved themselves to the point of losing all reason. Both extremes would lead them down the madness that was a natural part of their bloodsucker soul. Bring them closer to the monster within. To most of his race, it was just another form of power…one Jarvis kept his hands clean of because—even after undergoing the ritual—his roots had been at DWMA and he hadn’t forgotten the things he’d learned. Atli wouldn’t let him forget.

Sighing, Jarvis forced himself to sit up, shooting an annoyed glance at Nadia as he did so. “I’ll have you know it’s already waaaay past my normal bedtime. Us bloodsuckers are more active at night.”

A partial lie from Jarvis since his laziness actually transcended the normal biological clock of his kind…but it was true he had more energy when the sun was down. True that it was past the hours in which he normally slept the day away, to avoid the sun, as well. Ignoring the laugher from the smug radiance in the sky, the Jarvis crossed his legs and tilted his head curiously at the proud Ice Blood. Ice Blood Descendant. All the pure-blooded giants have hidden themselves away as far as he knew.

“…But fine. I’ll bite. What’s the test?” He yawned, scratching his head. “If it takes longer than 5 minutes, I’m going back to bed.”

Taking a test to determine partnership, to determine the ‘worthinesss’ of a soul, was way more of a hassle than Jarvis had bargained for. Honestly, he’d been tempted to wave his hand and say ‘not worth it’…that he’d just wait for all others to decide their pairings first…or pick someone who was less of a pain than Nadia seemed to be…but he couldn’t deny that he was just a little bit fascinated. Pass and he’d get an ally in a strong-looking woman. Fail and he’d lie back down as he waited for someone else to either show interest…or everyone in group A-01 to finish picking their partners so he could just get whoever was left over. Frankly, the later was a bit more tempting...as it was easier...and it wasn't lost to him that she specified preferring demon blades either. Blood blades created from his weapon form, while similar in utility, weren't exactly the same.

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Listening to the words of the sword and Jarvis, Nadia was interested in the former but the words of the later caught her attention as well. At least he was honest with being a leach. With his remarks she smiles thinly and speaks up. “So sorry to drag you out of bed, your Majesty. Though are you sure you will not slow me down? But hmm..” Thinking over it a bit, she speaks loudly enough for all to hear.

“Simple really, I would have you transform and see if you can regulate or keep pace with my wavelength. If you cannot then I will try with the other. As I said, you will need to keep up with me in battle and in travel, so I may not be the best of your options. Either way this test will take less than five minutes unless I cannot sync with you.”

Jarvis nodded. Then, in an instant, his sitting body seemed to glow blue, shrinking down into the shape of a clawed gauntlet that shot straight into her right hand, wrapping around her fingers so that it was a snug fit.

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“Whenever you’re ready.”

“A claw..Hmm, physical fighter..” Glancing back behind her, Nadia reached a decision in her own mind, but does not voice it for now.

With his union upon her right hand, she flexes and maneuvers her fingers, clutching them into a half fist, as the claws prevent a solid hit. “Interesting. Very well, let’s do this.”

With those words said, a chill would seem to fill Jarvis, as if a ghostly remnant that defied the nature of the world and existence leaked from within, the shade of a powerful and proud people, diluted with time and blood. As her Wavelength increased this feeling gave way to what could be best described as rolling drums upon the sea, an ode to warriors from long ago with the wavelength pulsing to what could almost be called a drum beat and war chant. When she said conquest and strength, she really meant that, like a rock bashing against waves, standing tall and proud as her energy increased past the level of on the field and flared.

Jarvis felt a feeling of…cold…emanating from her icy soul, crossing the space that separated their individual spirits, and encasing his own. It reminded him of the cold of death, which he of course had experienced when he underwent the ritual to become a bloodsucker, crossing the line from death and back, but it was also loud and powerful like a warrior’s battlecry. Jarvis didn’t mind it, but he didn’t particularly like it either. It felt like it would take a lot of energy to keep up with…should they try resonating of course. His own wavelength echoed a naturally slow, luling rhythm but put up no resistance as the frigidness of Nadia's wavelength encroached upon his soul.


The naked spirit/soul within his weapon’s void space yawned. “...do I just wait here until 5 minutes are up?”

“Heh.” Nadia says in response to this as she twitches her jaw a little as they match up. “Hmm..” Thinking about what she could feel and see as she looked at the claw, she did have one thought, that was left wanting by the test. The desire to be strong.. It was not enough to be strong but to match up and exceed those who were easily said to be strong.. With her jaw twitching a bit, she gazes at the other Meisters and sighs a bit.

“Sure, we are done.. Though I feel strength from you, I don’t think I can make full use of you, it would be sending a butcher into a pig farm. I can accept you but there is another I think you could give a try.” She had also noted his discomfort but could not bring herself to mention it.

“As odd as it may sound, I would like you to have a strong union to make my victory all the sweeter.”

“...huh.” Failed already? Well, at least it was quick. The naked soul yawned once more before the clawed gauntlet in her hand glowed, then disappeared as it manifested back into its bloodsucker form.

The silver-blue haired boy stretched before rubbing his neck and glancing back at Nadia with lazy red eyes. “Well, okay. It was a nice attempt.” He’d shake her hand, but that’d be too much effort. Not like they remained connected for very long anyway. “Who else did you have in mind?”

Staring at him with a gaze that showed displeasure, Nadia was terrible at her interpersonal skills, having burned bridges before. “You passed, but I do not believe I can make full use of you. If you do not like who I send you too, then I guess it is what it is. As I said I wish to battle the strong to test myself.”

With those words said, Nadia turns her head to look at Zari. “Him actually, though I think he has a touch of madness. His fighting style was very hands on, based on speed and sudden strikes. If you can deal with who he is, then I think he will suit you well, plus he didn’t seem as wordy as I and the others, nor as likely to get into a pointless battle over some random woman.”

“Are you talking about the tattoo guy that joined your ‘side’ in the ball game? The one who knocked the goal down?”

“Indeed. I think his name is Zari..well no, that is likely a nickname. Either way, he doesn’t seem like I do.” Nadia says in short order, confirming with a nod of her head. “Though as I said he seems to have some madness. So that is of concern.. Then again who I plan to test next is stricken by madness. How it is in our second chance.”

Jarvis nodded. Meisters knew best about the whole compatibility thing, after all. No harm in giving her suggestion a try. Then the young bloodsucker shrugged. “Madness is madness. Atli will keep me from ever going truly mad.”

Not bothering to explain what he meant by that, Jarvis trudged his way back to the weapon’s line. As he passed the pink haired girl who claimed to be a demon sword, Jarvis spoke simply. “I think she’s interested in you.”

And left it at that.

Sitting back down in a slouched position, palms against the ground and legs crossed, Jarvis’s eyes searched for ‘Zari’.

With a sigh that was a bit agitated, she glances at the man herself and makes a waving motion and points at Jarvis with a nod of her head as she extends a hand to call Dani over with a wave. She was curious what sort of sword the girl was and if they would mesh at all. If it did not work she had not written Jarvis off completely, but this seemed to be the sort of situation that would make her head hurt in short order, at least he was consistent. “Atli?” She questions as he goes away to rest.

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As Dani waits idly, at first, there seems to be no takers. Not that she was surprised or wanted there to be in the first place. Still, it was anxiety-inducing. It reminded her of back in school when the teacher would tell them to get into groups, but at least then she had Mikey. Worse came to worse, she would adapt to being autonomous.

However, as it would turn out, there was one. Dani looked at Jarvis as he passed her. They didn't mesh that well, then?

Pondering a bit, it was then the giant motioned for her to come over, and Dani obliged slowly. Breathing a sigh, she presumed Nadia wanted to do the same kind of test as with Jarvis, so followed his lead. Her body enveloped in a pink light once again and expanding into the same sword as it grew closer to the woman's hand.

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"Alright… do whatever."

“My, what an interesting blade..” She seemed serious in what she said as the girl offered herself up. Taking the blade up, Nadia makes sure no one was too close as she swings the sword in her hand, checking the balance and weight. “Hmm.. Very well, let us begin.”

As with Jarvis, an icy feeling would envelope Dani, the specter of an ancient people, or a shade of something else. The Martial rhyme would sing out with the dull tones and strong beats as her wavelength intensified, broadcasting as before. “Maybe we should try a resonance.”

Dani didn't really respond to the compliments, if that was a compliment, merely waiting for the woman to begin with whatever she was planning. Instantly, Dani felt a tingle go up her spine as the chilling began.

"Fucking Death! You'refuckingcold!" She sputtered out with a huff. It wasn't unbearable, just a surprise to be sure. The beat felt almost like an afterthought compared to her shock.

Her own wavelength began to push back. It was loud, composed of violent riffs and a fast-paced tempo. If Nadia's was the composed yet anticipatory pattern of war drums and warrior hymns, Dani's was a concert mainstaged by a rock or metal band, each strum vibrating violently back at the foreign wavelength that encroached on it.

"I've only resonated, or partnered for that matter, with one person." Dani’s reflection appeared in the face of the blade to look at Nadia. That one person wasn't her, and never would be.

“Well I did tell you there was some truth to me being a giant.” She says with a grin as she listens to the other, and her only having formed one resonance. “Is that so? Then you must learn. But for now..” Nadia had a serious look as he smile thinned, matching the chaotic riffs in her own song, so to speak, the feeling of a band of marauders and conquerors flashed over in the wavelength as the physical land around Nadia started to change, her own signature increasing to her near maximum, as if to be oarsmen pounding away at the chaos to break the waves, both fighting and harmonizing with the chaotic and in Nadia’s mind, scared wavelength. “We shall see if I shall tame your sea, or if your sea shall sink my ship.”

The face in the blade scoffed. "I must learn."

However, then the push came again, rougher. Dani tensed as her scowl intensified. Noisy, so much more noise. The pink-haired girl's visage disappeared from the saber. The faceless "sea" responded in turn, rippling and crashing into the so-called boats, as if trying to bat them away from sailing further. The water that splashed over the sides carried a potent anger and rage. However, there was a brief pause in the waves, as if distracted by something else. The girl's face returned.

"Oh, what the fuck is happening now?"

“As I must learn as well.” Nadia says as she feels the anger and hate and harm within the girl, such a sadness. It was not far removed from her own, though it was a tempo that made her feel constricted and sympathetic, an understanding. But one she soon removed from her mind, though it was now easier to match with her, for the first time the two seemed to link up, but was soon distracted by external stimuli.

“Someone is fighting..” Releasing the sword, she sighs a little to turn and see what it is as she speaks. “A calm in the storm never lasts long. It is your choice if you remain with me or if you seek out another.” Her wavelength starts to rapidly diminish.

The sword paused in its fall as the same light enveloped it, growing into Dani’s original form again. She sighed a bit and rotated her neck as she searched for the source of the conflict. "What fucking calm? This entire day has been a damn storm."

In regard to the offer, Dani shrugged a bit. "Who else wants me? Like I said, you want a sword, you got a sword."

“Very well. So shall it be.” Nadia says with a nod of her head.
 

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Location: DWMA - Lot C
Mentions: Kasper ( Phayne Phayne ), Suzu Mineczka Mineczka
Interaction: Gauss ( Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul )​

“Very well.” The man didn’t seem to be against the idea of using her as a weapon. She could never be sure about people’s tastes. As trivial as hair color or speaking manner, even trivial characteristics could cause distaste in a stranger one has never met before. It even seems like a chance game at times. So it was a small success in itself that this Thaddeus person hadn’t displayed such displeasure.

He went on and addressed the other Weapon who had introduced themselves, including the shy girl, the bloodsucker who defeated her from earlier, and even Kasper. But one after another, the shy girl and the bloodsucker both left, leaving only Kasper and her. She sighed inwardly, and took a step back, hesitated, eyeing Kasper. Would he really do it? As Kasper transformed she looked the look of a bystander, curious and unconcerned. The dread was minimal and controlled, little of which, if any, slipped through her quiet surface. Her assumption of his pride was wrong, it seemed, and the humiliation from before did not bother him as much as she had thought. A little frown formed. She was a bit disappointed in herself. Once again, she’d failed to judge someone’s character. It was nothing new. Understanding, truly understanding people is such a hassle, anyway. How many times had her partnerships ended in disaster because she falsely underestimate her partners? Perhaps all of them. She had not the experience, only theories, but theories based on insufficient references and flawed observations. People were far too complex to develop a formula of mutual understanding, and certainly not a suitable task for someone who would prefer to keep to herself most of the time.

And then there was something in his quietness as he approached Thaddeus. Why would one so talkative and self-centered suddenly go quiet? The only conjecture was some deep emotion she could never hope to understand. And why should she? It was his, but no one’s, problem. If she didn’t get involved then it could not affect her. It was a certain fact in life that one ought to deal with one’s own problems. That was what she’d been doing all this time. Doing any more than that would not just be foolish, but also selfish and presumptuous. And it would be needless too—sharing trouble, suffering, does not lessen it anyway, only doubles the number of people affected by it. Everyone should just mind their own business. So she did not care when in monstrous form he fell into Thaddeus’s hand. Evil, darkness, Madness, all his own. Suffer if he must. Relish if he wanted. She would not try to understand him, and would deny even the unintended impression his Weapon form was having on her. She only cared to defend any outward manifestations of his inner world. The rest should be dealt with by someone with the spare energy to do so. Perhaps those silly therapists even. But not her. Prudence had only her own brand of selfishness to mind. Even if she inside was almost nothing but tired, stretched ether floating somewhere at the center of an empty container, named and appeared as a living girl in the world.

She twisted and stretched. Her form became that of clearly defined dimensions, one solid and simple shape. Just what she needed. A clear purpose: being a Demon Weapon to be wielded. Nothing less and certainly nothing more. “Use me how you will,” said she to Gauss’s soul. And she never demanded for more.

 

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The moment of fearful introspection was over, and the tattooed yakuza's attention turned outwards. Gauss seemed to be getting along well with his prospective Demon Weapons, and Azariah was surprised how quickly most of the group went from violent confrontation to a relatively competent pairing. He truly did not know where his chip would fall, especially when he had to be specifically selected by a Demon Weapon. He did not believe he had any obvious charisma or upside compared to the many other competent and powerful Meisters, and only immediately felt kinship to Adrian - who unfortunately happened to be autonomous. Kinship was important, he knew. If he couldn't naturally get along with an individual, chances were his wavelength would prove far too high a fence to climb.

Yet, when a presence finally appeared out of the group and approached him, he did not feel comforted. His gaze laid on the unassuming stature of Noah, who seemed to have shaken their earlier encounter. Zari was not the same. That momentary unravel of emotion he'd so long repressed, though endearing, was a scary thought. He could not afford to lose focus in real battle, and he did not know if such a wrecking ball to his inner walls was a good idea. He held his breath, fearful of what the boy might say, and listened intently.

He seemed fatigued. The violent outbursts around him must've taken a toll on the cynical boy, and Zari could not help but drop his eyebrows in superficial worry as Noah began to adress him. It was rough, but good. Azariah felt guilty for their first encounter, but any word of apology got caught in his throat as he anxiously gripped his left arm just above the bend and lowered his gaze to the grass. "I can't... I can't hold you." The words were little more than a quiet whimper. Violence and death no longer scared him, but Noah's wavelength and manner of speaking? Terrifying. It threatened to dig under his skin and reveal all his flaws. He was defenseless to caring, and it might just become too much for the little sense of security he'd found in the world.

"We can train." He looked up, resolve restored and eyes focused. "But we can't pair. I might die." The statement was matter of fact, and he wasn't about to elaborate. Noah's green eyes had a gleam of quiet understanding that Zari had faith in, but saying no to anyone required a lot of energy. Too many years following orders to a T. "I hope we can be friends." There was a brief pause, then he added " - and I'm sorry for being rude." as the most well formulated and conscious sentence in the entire exchange.

He lingered a little, wanting to pay the respect that was due to Noah for his kindness. No matter how harsh his words seemed, they implied a sort of camaraderie to Zari. Why would anyone go out of their way to consider him like that if they didn't care, at least a little? A very faint smile played at his lips, all until his attention was otherwise warranted. His hearing had returned to its usual levels as his stance softened, and he caught his nickname being uttered nearby. Eyes darted over to catch Jarvis and and Nadia just in time to hear the utterance of Madness, and he could not help but feel a tinge of guilt at being so easily seen through. It was to be expected though. These people weren't your ordinary ladies nor gentlemen.

With one last lingering look at Noah, Zari offered a strained apologetic smile, and began to move away. He caught Nadia's motion with a nod of approval and set his sights on the red-eyed boy. With her earlier speech, he already knew he respected her. If Nadia had a hunch, he would do well to follow it. Her pattern of acting reminded him of the strict and competent orders of his masters earlier in life. It felt somewhat like home. Similarly, there was familiarity in the lullaby that echoed off of the strange boy. It was peaceful, tiring, but with clear undertones of something darker. Death. Apathy? He didn't dare to wager a guess. Only put one foot in front of the other.

It felt a little awkward looking down at the weapon slouched on the ground, but by this point Zari had reached his capacity for embarrassment. "Azariah Vasher." He stated, short and concise. He'd picked up on the boy's preferences, and they didn't seem impossible to fulfill. Not even for him. Perhaps even suited to him. He could not recall the boy ever voicing his name, but it didn't matter. He did not know what was so odd about his wavelength, but it did not matter. If they could stand the touch of one another, that was all the information he'd need. Then, it could work.

"I have madness and I am draining." Once more, there was no further explanation to his words. He held his right hand forward palm side up towards the boy. "I am strong, and I don't ask anything of you." The fatigue and apathy reflected similarly from both their eyes as he met Jarvis' gaze. "Want to try?"

He was focused, prepared to attempt reining in his wavelength should Jarvis agree. Getting to know one another might come later. For now, they would have to try the most basic of resonation.

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"Gauss"​

Species Human
Partner None
Rank Fate Agent

Location Death City, Lot C
Mission A-01 Meeting
Status Excited

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Gauss was many things. A borderline narcissist. An entitled rich kid. A know-it-all from class. Sometimes, hard to get along with. Sometimes, dangerously easy. Among the many things he was, the one that had yet to be displayed was his natural affinity for Resonance. He was a Utility Meister. Now, he finally held weapons.

Gauss did not just grab Kasper out of their during his transformation. Regardless of the physical appearance of his weapon form, Gauss was elated to finally be in possession of one. With no small amount of tenacity, he pulled Kasper to him with his magnetic Wavelength and like Lions to Voltron, their souls synced. Inside of Gauss was perhaps plenty of darkness, his possessive nature, his ego--honestly things Kasper probably related to. His soul, however, was not just darkness. His soul was not an abyss. While their souls touched, the pull from his may have felt like a black hole, but it was not devoid of light. Those souls inside of Gauss were privy to his deepest ambitions. Gauss wanted above all to be better. Not just to get out of Fate, Gauss was a being with overwhelming ambition at his core. Everything he did, he did for the sake of bettering himself. His personality might have been a social drain outside of his soul, but inside he was nearly an infinite battery of ambition. His soul was not a fire that consumed, but a spark that energized. This, at core, is who Gauss was, and who Kasper had the opportunity to see him as.

And, in sequence, Prudence met his request. The glorious tower shield he was so excited for a moment ago. He pulled her in all the same and slipped his arm into the braces meant for holding her. Similarly, she became privy to his soul. She may have been this blank slate, willing to do anything, telling him to use her as he saw fit. But, at his very core, his ambition was not just to use her. His ambition extended far further and if she cared to delve deeper into who he was, she would see that. It was only moments apart, but the connection was there. Gauss perhaps could have made this same connection with most of the weapons there simply due to the nature of his Soul and subsequent Wavelength, but magnetism--the pull--it was not just flowery words meant to describe the man. It was a sensation that one might only feel when their souls collided.

Gauss felt each of the weapons. Kasper, the kernel of Madness within him, what felt like the hate and disdain he had for his form, all of the mixed, chaotic emotions he had. It was still early, there was still a fog, but he was sure there was more to the man whose every sentence was a soliloquy than he had anticipated. There was thrill to this type of Soul. A similar spark, a mystery, depth, layers; the weapon his hand was more than just the shallow, Hedonistic persona he exuded. Gauss was quite sure of it. And, Prudence? Her soul was more still, it was blank, it was reactive almost. Eager to please, almost malleable to his will. This inherently wasn't something he was fond of; he preferred a more powerful flavor to the souls he connected with. But, he couldn't deny that holding her was easy. It was not just magnetism, it seemed like a lower effort for connection at all. Until trying to push past that first layer to find her soul was as impenetrable for now as her weapon form was overall. This was an interesting quirk. A quirk his natural pull had no influence over. This wall was something they would have to work past, either by getting to know each other or by training. It also created an odd situation where Kasper and Prudence didn't exactly bridge themselves together. In many trios he had prior, the three felt like they were interconnected. In this case, because of Prudence, it truly felt like he was wielding two separate weapons. Whether this was a boon or a curse was uncertain, but it was nevertheless interesting.

"I am more than pleased... the polarity of your souls is incredible, but I want to feel them surge..." Gauss said aloud, although the thought echoed in his mind and soul to them. He released Prudence from his hold and with his control over magnetism shifted her to a horizontal position hovering above the ground before he stood on it. Then, he poured his soul into her as any would a weapon. His soul itself reached out to her, stepping passed the realm of just testing compatibility and into an immediate rest of Basic Resonance. This was an unorthodox attempt, one likely Prudence had ever experienced before, but it was also a unique facet to Gauss. 'I wish not just to wield you as a shield, but for you to make me soar. Would you be the wind beneath my wings, Prudence? Can you take me to new heights?' he mused to her directly, his soul now trying to communicate to her without vocalizing his words.

'And you, Kasper... let's see what devastation we can wreak together,' Gauss said internally, this time directing it directly to Kasper. Complex Resonance. Pouring his soul into Kasper at a singular point to allow the creation of a projectile. It was not like funneling his wavelength as he did to Prudence. This required more focus and effort, but all of his training focused around just that. Gauss then lifted Kasper and aimed him away from the group and into the tree line ready to pull the trigger. However, the first shot from a ranged weapon like this was always a risk. Knowing just how much wavelength to give, how much the weapon could handle, how their souls meshed. The success of this was not just on Gauss, but it also mattered if Kasper could maintain it. If Kasper could handle him, that is. Gauss had faith, though. A man like Kasper wouldn't be so bold if he didn't have the raw skill to back it up. 'Fire when ready... and let's give them a show as we soar."

Without inherently realizing it, his Wavelength and their souls were spiking to those around them. Gauss couldn't quite help it. He was excited. Almost enthralled. He was at his best with a weapon in hand. Truly, any Meister was, but Gauss excelled with them. Truly, he would fall short to most of the Meisters around him had they not their collars, but give the man a weapon and find it is said "God made man, Samuel Colt made man equal". Put a weapon in his hands in the disparity present and cheap tricks he relied on became far less apparent. This surge was not just apparent to those around him, either. The spark of ambition that defined him as a person would be plainly obvious to the weapons he held, and holding them only made that spark that much stronger. Whether they took it as a compliment or not, they excited his very soul just to hold them.


 
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Location: Lot C
Interactions: Zari ( Prizzy Kriyze Prizzy Kriyze ), Athena
Mentions: Jarvis, Kasper

Noah should have figured that was going to happen. That he wouldn't be a good fit, if only because Zari near had an existential crisis when he touched him. Or at least, that's what it seemed to Noah. He even noticed that the once talkative Kasper seemed to be mulling over what he had said to him. It was amusing, that he held that much sway on one's mental state. Though, what irritated him more was that now he had to find another Meister. Noah noticed how quietly and how upset Zari sounded and his shoulders slacked a bit more, looking away.

That was, until Zari said they could train. Noah blinked a few times in surprise and looked up at him, seeing that resolve come by in the Tokyoite's eyes. The statement that he may die made a twitch pull down the corner of Noah's mouth. He listened further as Azariah continued. With resolve that they ended on a good note still, Noah nodded in a sort of bow. "Now, we can't have ya dyin', huh?" He aloofly joked. Though, he still meant it. "Sure, we can still be friends." Noah gave Zari a pardoned bow of his head, even going so far as to slightly dip his shoulders as he did so for Zari's apology. It was something his mother taught him and slapped him upside the head for if he didn't at least bow his shoulders, as well. As, in her culture she brought with her from Japan, you always bow when you're sorry, grateful, saying hello or goodbye, or even out of respect and reverence for a fellow peer or someone above you. He heard that the Bloodsucker was being directed towards Azariah so he shot the man a lazy smirk. "Good luck, Tats."

Giving Azariah yet another nickname based on the few tattoos he can see past his shirt, he walked off, heading towards the one girl he saw getting accosted by three guys earlier in the day. He didn't want to be the fourth, so he stayed respectful. "Yo." He raised his hand in greeting as he approached Athena. "Name's Noah. Since I'm tired of bein' with my other Meister - Sara - I'm choosin' ya. I've a Healing Wavelength and I can generate electricity. I noticed that you're gonna need a chill pill, so why not?" Smirking, he transformed into his staff, his form casting a bright yellow light that then stuck into the ground, showing off his wooden, intricately carved staff with the golden plate grafts. With a bit of effort, he covered his body in yellow lightning, the generation coming from the two ends and arcing around his body, before going still. From one end of the staff, he can be heard. "So, Feisty, ya gonna try me or what? Don't worry, the electricity won't bite if we resonate."

 
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It had been a very long time since Kasper was last in his complete weaponized state, at least a year since he had last transformed and only then was it under the behest of Professor Davis and his assistants. He simply held no desire to shift, no desire to become something that he despised. This form, it was nothing more than a blight; a painful reminder of what he had become. Just coming to accept this reality had been a mountain for him to climb, both mentally and physically; his initial reaction being one of pure unfiltered anger towards everything and everyone around him. It was no surprise that he had been restrained at the time, bound to a room where he wouldn't be at risk of hurting himself and those that were trying to help him. Now at least, he could remain transformed without falling victim to his own self-hatred. He may not have liked it, but at the very least could now accept that it was his new reality.

The sensation of being pulled in mid air would cause Kasper to glance to the spot where Thaddeus stood, the meister's outstretched hand held in his general direction as he spun towards his destination. The initial contact had caused Kasper to wince; the sensation of being connected with a meister one that he had not felt for several years; not since he was last one half of a pair. His thoughts would again think upon the words spoken by Noah, his mind still reeling from what that accursed demon weapon had said to him. Why... why of all people did he have to come across somebody like Noah? Someone who could claim that they knew the darkness he had come from, yet have their lives so drastically different to what Kasper had been presented with. His distaste for the dilemma now haunting him would be pushed aside by the immediate feeling of having his soul connected by another; goose bumps present had he still been in his human state.

Drawn into a world of his own, his initial reaction was to recoil from the touch, to pull himself from the hand that was not Rias's and revert back into his human form; but something about Gauss's soul was keeping him rooted to the spot; unable to leave as some unseen attraction kept him in this state. Crimson eyes would scan the dark and decrepit space that he presently found himself inhabiting; a realm he had not visited for the years gone by since his fall from grace. It was darker then he remembered, far darker then the warm space he had come to know. But that was to be expected wasn't it... left to disrepair and the ravaging of his inner chaos, it was simply to be expected that his soul room would no longer resemble what it once was. A sigh escaped Kasper as he continued to stare into the darkness, straining his eyes to their utmost limits as he searched for something... anything that had remained from what this place once was. Nothing, there was nothing beyond the faint silhouettes lingering beyond his range of sight, taunting him as they remained shrouded in darkness.

Alone. That's what he was... not a single trace of even Prudence's soul could be felt within this connection now shared between the three of them. Just the faint pull that he had felt from Gauss and a small flicker in the distance.

Beyond this isolation there was only a small ray of light that could be seen beyond this darkened realm, its flicker distinguishable against the canvas of black; like a lone star daring to present itself in the dark vastness of space. Kasper's eyes would find themselves transfixed upon that spot as the feeling of being drawn towards it begun to overwhelm him. He could do very little to fight it and slow his approach; eventually finding himself blinded by the intensity of what lingered and drove the man presently holding him. Kasper could only shield his gaze from the ferocity of Gauss's ambition; the fire burning inside of him far more alive than the flame that inhabited Kasper's soul. Kasper's own fire paled in comparison, having neither a goal or ambition to strive for; at least not to the same extent as the one that drove Thaddeus. If Thaddeus's ambition could be described as threatening to invigorate and inspire those that came close to it, than Kaspers was the opposite. There was no intensity, no depth to the soul inside of Kasper... only an insatiable hole to fill; an endless void that he could never dare hope to fill no matter how many he tried to possess.

Honestly, seeing the vast difference between himself and Gauss had only served to trigger Kasper even more. While Noah had laid the foundations for him to question himself; the depth and magnitude of Gauss's soul and ambition had caused Kasper to see just how 'empty' he really was. A nightmarish realization for a man so driven by the lust of possession; there could be no greater torment than realizing just how much he did not have. This angered Kasper, pushed him beyond the feeling of self loathing towards an emotion far more closer to that of denial. He could not accept this, he wouldn't. He was not about to let the words of a man he had barely just met have this kind of effect. There was simply no way that someone else could have experienced the same hellish torture that he had been forced to endure... he must have been lying... deceiving Kasper out of some sick and twisted joke to further ridicule and mock the misfortune that had been thrust upon him. How dare Noah even attempt to decieve him with his false words of 'understanding'.

Through gritted teeth and tightened fist, Kasper would deny the truth he had been given first hand, discard the reality he did not accept in favour of the comfort of his own delusions. Brows furrowed and feeling the need to vent, Kasper could be rewarded with no better opportunity or invitation than that of Gauss's. "Devastation?" replied Kasper rhetorically, licking his lips as a glimmer danced across his eyes. He didn't need to be asked, he was already fully intending to release his pent up frustrations. "It just so happens that I am of the same mind and desire. So If its devastation that you want, then its devastation that I will give. I don't need a second invitation to vent my frustrations" replied Kasper as he closed his eyes; muscle memory taking over as he got to work compressing the soul.

While it would have been standard practice for Kasper's skills in this department to degrade after his many years out of service and practice, that was simply not the case. While Gauss's wavelength was magnetic; Kasper's was adept. A skill he had devoted many years of his life into would not degrade so easily. A crimson red glow would begin to grow from within Kasper's gun barrel, the density of the bullet betraying the small size of the orb that was being created. In the field of bullet creation, there were scarcely a few demon guns that could do much better then Kasper, to create such a thick and dense construct in such a short time and with minimal waste of energy.

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What Kasper severely lacked when it came to fighting on his own, was made up by his ability to broaden and expand a demon gun's potential. While many suffered from the limitations of their soul and that of their meister's, Kasper could instead expand those limitations, maximizing their potential while minimizing the potential for waste. This is where the true power of Kasper's demon weapon ability resided; The Adept Wavelength.

"Pull the trigger whenever you are ready, just be sure to get a cheque ready for the destruction we are about to create. I am taking no responsibility for any destruction of property" Kasper paused and glanced at Prudence's shielded form, still unaware as to why he could not feel any hint of her presence despite both being wielded by Gauss. "For the sake of yourself and Prudence, you both might want to brace yourself. It's been a while since I've had to create a bullet in this state and I have no reason or desire to restrain myself either"

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Interaction: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul Kyuubey Kyuubey​
Xander would give an exaggerated bow as Cryus clarified the situation at hand and what the hell he was supposed to do it was find a spot behind the boss man and look pretty worked perfectly for him afterall not looking pretty would be a difficult task for the monster cat though he wandered if prehaps that would be part of a test at some point in the distant future? Who was to say they already started off with a rather amusing ball game. Fluffy ears flattening to the side as his blades cane twirled in the air. "Thank you for clarifying boss man" xander would say with a cheerful tone.

Moments later however his ears flicked up again facing forwards a certain tufft of pink caught the monster cats attention his tail wrapping around his waist this wasn't that Dani girl no no it was Emira, the apprentice to the boss man and the one with that interesting glint in her eyes. She was currently sitting on the ground facing away from the group though it wasn't like Xander HAD TO follow through with all the instructions being the only damn mage here afterall, with another puff of pyrotechnics Xander returned to his feline form, trotting towards the very distracted Emira Xander reached her standing on her stomach for a moment before booping her snoot that would hidden behind that pinkish coloured hair. If his approch hadn't been noticed the snoot boop with the squishy toe beans most certainly had been. Once the girl had actually moved setting eyes on Xander the cat rolled to one side onto the grass and transformed again long fluffy tail swaying gently behind him one arm holding his cheek up and a big goofy grin on his face. Clothing reaming the same unbutton shirt en all that.

"Soo emira your the boss man apprentice suppose that makes ya the mini boss man hey? Oh where are my manners sweetheart~ the names xander lovely to meet you" xander spoke with a playful tone tail brush against the girls arm. Mostly he wanted to gauge her reactions tho he'd probobly end up punted if she wasn't the sort to take kindly to such intrusion... a worthy risk. "I do hope you don't mind me intruding on your peace and quiet, but I couldn't help but notice that look in your eyes earlier oh so interest" xander paused his ears turning forward. "Even with figure like yours, miss emira your eyes are far more alluring then even your chest~" xander said with a light giggle. "Anyway nice to meet you"
 
Jarvis Briseis - DWMA, Lot C
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‘Zari’ was short for Azariah apparently. Jarvis, whose eyes had been searching for the meister Nadia suggested, watched as the tattooed boy finished speaking to Sara’s partner before he seemed to notice Nadia’s motion and their gazes met. Around the time that Dani made her way to Nadia, Azariah made his way to Jarvis, and it wasn’t long before the sitting bloodsucker could feel the shadow of a 5’10’’ human hovering over him, unintentionally blocking the light from the pesky sun. Or at least, Jarvis believed it to be unintentional. He had no reason to assume otherwise.

Craning his neck, so as to get better view of the speaking blond, red eyes traveled from tired beige to the pale hand offered. Jarvis could already tell the boy’s manner of speaking would be bothersome to deal with as he would have to put in effort just to determine what the meister meant with his fragmented words and phrases. Something about Zari just screamed social ineptitude…not that Jarvis was much better in that regard. He could tell he was dealing with a killer as well, though it was less about smelling the ‘blood on the boy’s hand’ (which he could if the blood were physical=P) as it was seeing in the boy’s apathetic—ones quite similar to his own—and sensing a bit of the madness within.

Not that the collar alone wasn’t telling enough.

However, if Jarvis were to judge the human for it, it would be similar to a pot calling the kettle black. Nor did he really care to. The task had been to choose their own partners. Nadia seemed to believe it they were similar enough to work out and, so long as he got a partner whom he could at least stand to work with, that was all that mattered.

‘Not asking anything of him’ made the deal all that much sweeter.

Reaching out, Jarvis’s took the boy’s offered hand in his cold one. “Jarvis.”

The bloodsucker’s body then glowed blue as he morphed, encasing’s Zari’s right hand as he once more took to his weapon form—a black, clawed gauntlet with a red gem at the center. Personally, with the sun still out, he preferred staying in his weapon form. It didn’t have the same weakness his bloodsucker body did.

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"Sure. Why not?" The naked spirit in the weapon void yawned and clasped his hands behind his head before continuing his reply. “I saw how strong you were when you knocked the goal down. That was pretty clever of you by the way.”

Annoying, but clever.

Having a meister that could think outside the box was more useful—given his weapon form—in the long run than a straightforward meister. Nadia had been correct in pointing it out. But of course, if Jarvis were to choose a meister based solely on usefulness, he would’ve never met Atli. The soul was what mattered…and Zari’s was quite peculiar.

“…What the hell is up with your wavelength?”

Given their close proximity, it was impossible for Jarvis not to feel it. Zari’s soul was like a leech. A fiery, soul-sucking leech that blared like the bloody sun. He could tell that the meister was doing his best to keep his wavelength to himself, but the weapon could feel the aura emanating from Zari’s fire all the same. The closer their spirits were, the more tired Jarvis felt. Hot and tired. Like in the case of the shy, short-haired weapon-girl, whose name he did not know, Jarvis’s instinctive reaction was to keep away. Not even bother with it. However, that wouldn’t be very conductive to resonance. Jumping out of the meister’s hand at first meeting either…and Jarvis had zero desire to try again for the third time.

Besides, he could tell that the poor kid was trying his best—in communicating, containing his wavelength, containing the madness, playing the ball game, etc. It was little wonder he looked so tired.

“Never mind. It is what it is...”

‘Draining’, he said.

Jarvis sighed, forcing the typically slow and sleepy-sounding music produced by his soul to pick up its pace so that it could match rhythm with Zari’s ‘draining’ fire and establish the link. Forced his soul to calm down, lest it flare out and instinctively reject the anomaly trying to take away its sound as well. Unlike Nadia’s cold wavelength, which his bloodsucker soul had nothing against, the leeching one wasn’t exactly something he could ignore. He’d have to actually have to put in effort to make sure the rate of Zari’s wavelength drain didn’t outpace his soul’s natural production. Makes sure his spirit itself didn’t get absorbed in the soul-consuming fire nearby while it radiated its own lulling, bloody aura. Fortunately, Zari seemed to know how to reign in his leech of a wavelength as well.

No telling what could happen should their souls end up clashing.

Yet, as a bloodsucker, Jarvis also understood the need to keep the beast fed. Hunger was something he could relate to…and he could see how tired Zari seemed. Therefore, if Zari was willing to offer up some of his blood, didn’t mind letting himself get bitten, Jarvis was willing to offer up some of his wavelength as well. It seemed only fair. Jarvis would benefit from his meister growing stronger as well...though it wouldn’t be by way of resonance. At least not in the traditional sense. If anything it’d make resonance more difficult as there would be a greater imbalance in the strength of the two souls.

Possibly.

Jarvis didn’t know. He hadn’t resonated with anyone since Atli died…and certainly not as a bloodsucker. He wasn’t in any particular hurry to do so either—least of all with a fiery soul that seemed all to ready to consume his own. The longer he remained in the presence of the draining fire, the more it seemed whittle away at his resolve, and awaken something within him. Something darker. Hungrier.

Or maybe it was the madness Jarvis could sense within the burning flames doing so. Jarvis sighed again.

“We don’t have to do what they’re doing,” The naked soul said as it folded its arms. With the link established between meister and weapon, he was able to sense souls much more easily as if he had access to Zari’s soul sense. See the outside world through the mirror of the red gem as well. Therefore, it wasn’t difficult to see the spiking of Gauss’s wavelength as he prepped to fire the demon gun—Kasper. Or Nadia as she tested the demon sword, Dani, much the same way she tested him, pouring her ice cold wavelength into their souls. In his mind, there was no need to go so far to test out a weapon. To find a partner. Seemed like a tiresome waste of energy as well.“My weapon form lets my wearer manipulate whatever blood it comes in contact with and comes pre-packaged with 1.5 galleons of blood to start with, so have fun with that. Once you’re done trying me out, making our way to stand behind Blue Reaper is probably our best bet.”

Jarvis’s naked spirit shrugged. The light of the Zari’s soul fire was keeping him awake. As tempted as he was to retreat deeper into his private soul space, where it was darker and he could let his soul take a nap, Jarvis had the distinct feeling that he’d come regret it later if he did. "...Or just do whatever. You're the one in control after all."

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Midori☆Hoshi​

"Dark Star"​

Species Death Golem
Partner Various / Autonomous Weapon
Rank Two-Star

Location Death City, Lot C
Mission A-01 Meeting
Status Irritated, curious

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Mentions: Kyuubey Kyuubey Huntertabbysandshark3 Huntertabbysandshark3



Midori had originally intended to just leave Emira be. She had her music in, he said his piece earlier. Chances are, they would interact again regardless given Zosar would be under him. He had plenty on his mind anyway. The new team he was to be assigned alongside the potential threats to it. Fate Agents were their own unique challenge, but espionage--intentional or not--was an entirely different one. Midori had to be briefed, educated, trained. It was no small endeavor to say the least. He took this mission on out of compassion. To be someone ostracized.. he knew that feeling. To have loyalty question.. he knew that feeling. To feel alone when one was completely surrounded.. he knew that feeling.

Long before then, however, he also knew what it was like to be the one that fell from grace. With Ao, he was a Two-Star Monster Hunter. With Ao, he wasn't some Autonomous Weapon. He was a bow with a powerful Resonance Technique and a lot of utility. With Ao, he was used to then what was his full potential. Midori was a Hoshi from the Branch family climbing the ranks. He was respected. Then Ao died. So did he, technically, but he didn't know that at the time. He went on a downward spiral and every bit of respect on his name was washed away only to soon be replaced with the mistrust he received later in finding out he was a Golem.

Fuck up after fuck up after fuck up was Midori's life. He could relate to most of them in the field more than they would ever expect. Even the vampire ran through his mind. 'You died? Hey, me, too!' Midori essentially knew all too well what this was like. Maybe not for everyone, but enough he felt he could help. He didn't judge Zosar. Just like he didn't intend on judging those around him.

Except for this fucking cat.

"And, with a figure like yours, kitty-cat, you need someone who doesn't break so easily," Midori said, draping his arms around Xander from behind. Feline? No problem. Old Ways made him silent, soul suppression made him invisible. Midori ran his fingertips down the chest of the toned Monster Cat. "Oh, I must agree, her chest is lovely, but so is yours... why distract a lady from her music when I'm free?" he whispered into the ear of the Monster Cat, all the while unseen from behind having his dark eyes fall onto Emira's and a subtle grin creep along his face.

There was more than one way to skin a cat.




 

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PRUDENCE PONTMERCY
Location: DWMA - Lot C
Mentions: Kasper ( Phayne Phayne )
Interaction: Gauss ( Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul )​

It was happening again. Prudence mused rather distractedly of the fresh contact with another soul, feeling the zing of an unfamiliar wavelength touching, intertwining with her own. At this point, she had long passed being bothered by the act’s intimacy. It was nothing more than a contract between business partners, only one written in souls and hearts, sealed by connections deeper than flesh. This man too, she knew, was just another man in the many of has-been and would-be. There were no categories of Meisters. Only those who were Meisters and the rest she had no obligation to play friend with. Even so, for one so normally unimpressed, she had to admit, this Thaddeus was not your everyday Meister. Right at the onset, she could sense it, as the connections between their souls established. Her soul’s core tightened, it braced for the coming wave in her vast empty space of a soul room. In that metaphysical space affixed, holding on to some disfigured definitions of the self, she let it sweep over. The light that enveloped came then with the dark that pulled. In no greater time than a second, she was captured. She never intended to resist. If it comes, so let it come. It overwhelmed her, coming over and under and to her sides but never got in, but one thin space of deceptively tiny gaps barred Prudence from being completely influenced. Like a pawn, her will was moved, pulled, pushed. Slowly she peered amidst the waves, the shape of his endless emotions—the storm wind that drove it—the ambition to overcome. She could either be with him or against him. The high waves crashing seemed imminent from her view. A decision was called for. Roll with it now or weather the full force of a driven will so alien.

“I did tell you to do it your way, didn’t I?” she responded simply.

So it came and carried her with it.

“So this is you. Your soul…is interesting. I do not mind making your ambition mine.”

It was the plan in the first place indeed. She hardly ever had a goal, other than to continue living as a DWMA agent undisturbed until the day of her physical death. Along the way, so long as her state in life was not challenged, it mattered little if she had to add one or two crazy goals to her agenda.

“Very well. You strive for even greater heights. Then this inhuman attempt too shall be my reason to go on. Your incomprehensible drive shall be my drive. Your unreasonable ambition shall be my aspiration.” A bit of silent contemplation, then: “I do not mind, really.”

What happened next, as if a demonstration of his willingness to make full use of her submission, the man positioned her under his feet, rode on her metal form while hovering her with his magnetism.

“Soar? You have some curious ideas,” remarked Prudence. Passingly, she reflected that for some Demon Weapon with a greater sense of dignity, being stepped on like so could have been seen as humiliating. She obviously didn’t mind it so much. It made little difference being swung around, stepped on, or used as an iron board. A tool is a tool. A tool is used however its master wishes.

His soul was pouring into her. She touched it reservedly, but after a moment, allowed it to contact and work its magic on her own soul. Tingling sensations ran through her astral senses. She felt violated somehow, yet held still. Then she was wrapped all over, much like the waves of his inner ambition had swept over her earlier. Within his embrace of magnetism, she floated evenly. She felt their wavelengths stabilizing. Her form became so that a part of his. And the touches of his soles on her broad back were less like a burden but guiding hands. It did not feel so rocky in the air now, though she was not so far from the ground. The pull and the push felt solid. So did a new sense of purpose in her.

“Try moving, I suppose. I can feel your intention.”

When on her end all was prepared, she looked over to the gun in Thaddeus’s hand. Kasper was still surprisingly quiet. In fact, she could not feel him at all. But perhaps her assumption of how a three-person resonance works was wrong in the first place. Well, whatever.

 
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Nadia Semyonov - Location: DWMA Lot C​

Looking at her new partner, there would be much they would have to go over with one another and seeing as she had no choice, she could get to know the girl, see what made her tick, what her issue was. Not a single one of those here were normal.. Well, maybe with exception to herself, she understood the danger, how easily things would go out of control if the virus spread once more. She had led that fool and been led by him in turn, and he bit her hand in the way that mattered the most. If this one bit her when the time came, she would get the same treatment too. She had done nothing wrong, but if she did not take this course and prove her worth, then her days in the DWMA were finished, broken, over. There was nothing left in her life, and hope, hope that the others were alive and just had not tried to find her all these years? Well hope was for fools. Actions saved the day with a bit of nerve.

Was this girl a fool or was there a source to all that anger and sorrow? And would she only get broken in keeping pace with herself? Looking at all of them, it would not be the first time Nadia had been the leader, though she doubted that would be needed here, but what of her weapon? "Tch." Clicking her tongue, she was tired of these thoughts and silenced her mind, for now she had a part to play and if this girl was so bad off, then a little vodka may loosen her tongue, though it would be best to not turn her into an alcoholic. Having a drink and speaking your worries was something that could be done, stress or trauma, or a casual talk worked up with a little of the liquid courage. But too much and it was a poison that made one weak. The key was in supplying just enough, for no amount would ever make one forget, she had gone down that road in her youth, well not like she was that old either... "My youth? Ha. Still here." She says off handedly, before clearing her throat and speaking up to her pink haired weapon.

"Dani, isn't it? I may want you to come over to my place in the coming days some time, provided by some strange luck we all aren't in the same apartment complex. I wish to discuss tactics and share a small talk, maybe a light meal and some drink. I care not if we are friends or not, but an understanding must be reached or both of our lives are forfeit, da? You understand this yes?" She asks, listening to the girl's reply as she leads them to join the line.

Listening to the others, her eyes went wide as the cat turned into a man, without a doubt he had done the magic. In due time she would pay him back for that headache with one of his own and given how weak most of them were with their liquor she had an easy way to do as much, maybe see what a few of these others were made of, if they were base or of some restraint, if they had dark little secrets and maybe even to share her own. But that could come in time.. However, she could scarcely believe the words coming out of his mouth, how much of an idiot was he?

Even with figure like yours, miss Emira your eyes are far more alluring then even your chest~

"What.." There was no way he was that stupid. What came next was even more shocking as the woman presented herself in the fashion of a street girl, flaunting herself and accepting his offer. "Blyat! Just what sort of class is this?" She says out loud to no one and everyone.

Interactions EmperorsChosen EmperorsChosen @ everyone around the big cheese.
 
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Daniella Ethalyn | DWMA Lot C
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The pair grew silent after their brief test run. There was no resonance achieved, but that was to be expected. Resonance required an understanding of one another. Furthermore, Dani had no experience with normal Soul Resonance. She had knowledge of how the process worked, but Bond Resonance was far easier due to the relation. It would be an adjustment, and who knew if Nadia had even used Complex Resonance before. Regardless, they would be partners for the next while.

However, while observing the other pairings briefly, Nadia's strange comment grabbed her attention.

"Huh?" Dani murmured, turning to the taller woman.

So she wanted to chat. That would be fine. The woman didn't seem all that interested in forming any bonds, merely reaching an understanding so that they could fight together. The giant was an ambitious one, after all. This was in contrast to Dani whose only ambition, if you could call it that, was willing death on those corrupt souls that plagued the damn world.

"...Yeah, that's fine. Even though I think you could make do just swinging me around," Dani commented considering how the woman carried herself.

Following next to her, Dani then paused at the same comment Nadia heard. Her head jerked in the general direction of the cat, who was accosting the other pink-haired girl--Or was the pink-haired girl accosting him with the crazy guy? Dani let out a disgusted scoff, by this point, fully done with the out of control hormones present with everyone else. It seemed Nadia was too. Perhaps they already had more of an understanding than they thought.

"Fuck me, can they all get a room... Or can I not be sober to process all this?" She asked to no one in particular.

Interactions: RedArmyShogun RedArmyShogun
Mentions: The degenerates (You know who you are)
 
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