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[The Regal Rper]

Zosar | DWMA | Lot C

Eyes shifted between them. Midori and Emira. A story there, one he could not tell in it's exact nature, but a story nonetheless. Given that Midori was his friend, Emira- Midori's, and Cyrus was right there already ticked off that some were dillydallying, Zosar wanted to get right to business. Which would have entailed understanding more about Emira's disturbingly intriguing soul. There was something off about it- something not right.

It did not strike him like the other souls of the fallen he had slain before- yet at the same time, it did not strike him as a soul that was riddled with Madness either. It disturbed him, yet fascinated him all the same. Not something he was unfamiliar with, thus it was something he wanted the immediate answer to. Or at least would have to find the answer to eventually.

She departed, and not without him catching that look between her superior and herself. Emira moved away, and his eyes could do not but follow. It was clear whatever had been going to happen, was not meant to now. Or perhaps the warnings were a sign itself that what he wanted to see, needed time to wait. Watching her leave with such an intense curiosity for a moment he almost felt like Kasper had somehow been rubbing off on him- even though he'd hardly interacted with him at all really today. That nervous laugh as she departed made him quirk a brow but ultimately, he brushed it off as she turned her back to them- seeing the dismissal as she took to the ground.

Well, I suppose I'll have to find out later. Thus he turned his attention back towards his surroundings- and immediately found most of the others already engaging.

Internally, Zosar swore at himself. He'd been too distracted. Emira's soul had been so perplexing, so disturbing, so ridiculously abnormal that he'd focused all of his attention on it and had forgotten to keep himself aware of the main task: Getting a partner.

He searched with his spiritual senses, and found multiple pairings already going underway. Sara was with Suzu, though from the different emotions he could see as he turned his attention there it seemed there was something that might make the initial meeting take a turn; Jarvis and Zari were just now meeting- a distance away Adrian, Xander moved in the direction of Cyrus and Emira by extension. Midori not far away from both. Athena was off to the side, but Noah was moving in her direction. He could detect the signature of souls spiking also.

He glanced, and it was-- Damnit; the perpetually cute frowner was gone. Dani was taken. The frown on his face at the revelation of the contact between Nadia and Dani was disappointing even if he was somewhat happy for the pair. Selfish thoughts had to be banished swiftly though, and so they were. Greed would do him no good here. He had to do what he'd been doing most of his life- and move on. It was better this way. After all, he'd noticed the subtle shift- the attraction that had flashed his way when his name had been dropped by the Death Scythe in general. It was expected, probably guaranteed most would think he was worst of the whole batch. The bad batch of the whole, so to speak. Yet, this did not dissuade Zosar from searching.

If one would not work out there were others.

Unfortunately, it seemed he was out of many options.

He turned his attention to look, and found at least one person available. Her. The girl whom he could not place the name to that familiar face.

Without other options, Zosar began to approach her. However as he did, his attention could not help but notice the quite odd scenario occurring with Xander.

"Such debauchery in public," he whispered in appraising tones.

Though with more important things in mind, Zosar merely gave the display a passing glance as Emira herself rose.

"Now let's see if I can put that face to a name." Zosar muttered aloud as he neared his target. The girl who reminded him of someone vague yet familiar. Her soul too was familiar as well. It was the madness, that was the source of what made it harder to figure out. He could feel it. The tingling sensation travelling up his arms. It was faint but it was there. Just as it seemed she may have noticed his approach, he took note of her emotions; doubt being the strongest, frustration being next. However when he seemed to gain some form of her notice, it was the absolute sense of growing anxiety, mixed with irritation. Though it was the minor sense of disdain that lingered which reminded him of similar times.

He could not tell what had triggered the sense of disdain, that merged so well with her doubt and anger- though from what he could see and sense- her anger wasn't directed solely at him, neither was her doubt-- but the closer he got, the stronger those became even if they were hidden well behind mannerisms- he'd made it his duty to be able to read people not just with his eyes but with the signs they gave off. She clearly was not pleased, and Zosar could not guess at all why.

Yet still she was familiar. Perhaps actually hearing her name might connect the dots.

Six feet, now five. He was getting closer. He waved at her, said: "I see you don't have a partner. We're in the same boat" he smiled just a bit wider, hoping to perhaps calm those nerves. "Might I know your name? You probably already know mine given the announcement but I don't think I quite know yours." He replied amicably. Then offered his hand. A sign he'd be willing to test out if they were compatible if she was willing.

Yet even as he spoke, he could still sense that feeling of doubt, apprehension, anger, frustration. It was a soup of negativity- magnified by her the suppression the collar applied to her soul. The spikes caused in her very soul reminding him a lot of past experiences.

How long has it been since I actually had to go find a partner myself? he wondered as he waited for her reply.

Long.

Partnerships were an interesting scavenging hunt. Experience told him there was a 50% chance they were compatible. He could tell this vaguely familiar girl was free of spirit- but not in the way Sara was. Different. Independent. She desired a sense of control within liberty. Why did that seem so familiar. Just who was she and why couldn't he place that name to the face?

Frustrating. But not as frustrating as he could recall the familiarity of her feelings and how they reminded him of past partners. Partners that had been assigned to him. Some of whom outlined the rules for how long they would remain partners with someone like him. Partners that had said to his face, he was lucky to have someone at all willing to partner with someone like him. Partners, that were picked not by him- but by his 'parole officers' otherwise known as the Intelligence agents that had been assigned to overseeing him before Midori.

One of those partners, directly responsible for this infernal contraption that was now locked to his arm unless said arm came off.

The anger that had been quelled, returned as unwanted thoughts forced their way in.

How much had what Cyrus said, mentioning him specifically out of them all, just singled him out and separated him from the group? A pinch of anger, bubbled up- but understanding, logic, bashed it down. Singling him out like that had been intentional, he had noticed the looks- the awareness. He was confident in his Soul Perception. He could read souls easy, tell bits of the personality and detect emotions on a level none of his peers in the Enlighteners and most among his own peerage in DWMA couldn't. He'd only grown coming to DWMA, but in some ways- he'd also been set back.

Was her apprehension and annoyance at his approach from him? Was it because of what Cyrus had said? He didn't know what her past was, who knows what she could be thinking. Or was it something more personal? He couldn't tell. Much like Dani had been tight lipped, this vaguely familiar Demon Weapon seemed very much the same. Staring at her soul only gave him bits of information. She was frustrated, but not with what. She was annoyed, but not why. She was doubtful, and while he could tell that was partially directed at him- he couldn't get the exact reasons as to why and for what reason. He still had places where he needed to grow.

He wondered how long that would continue with this thing glued to his body, and a chip to follow his every movement.

Oh yes, he knew. Knew quite well that even she wore a collar. As did Kasper, Zari, Sara, Athena, and others. They had their reasons, all of them probably justified. He would not judge them for that. His reason though--

--a set up came the truth of it all.

Had his partner not lied, had it not been a team of people banding together against him to save their own skins for starting something they had caused, had his reaction not been overblown as being an attempt to actually harm his peers during their argument where they had been the one to engage him while the person meant to be his partner had done nothing but watch, and done nothing to defend him when the argument had grown near physical the moment he called them out- perhaps he wouldn't have lost his temper and destroyed property that had not needed to suffer the full might of his explosive anger that day just to intimidate them to back off.

Perhaps he would not have been labelled as unstable- incapable of properly controlling his own wavelength properly. Perhaps, he would not have been labelled prone to intensive angry outbursts. When he'd spent most of his life learning to rein in his emotions to prevent doing more harm.

He waited. Patiently for her response as these thoughts swirled through his mind.

Though the worst one of all, snuck up on him as she responded: Even if he ended up without a partner, the thought laughable considering there were more Weapons than Meisters, he would prove the mistake. That they had been wrong. That he was not scum deserving of this kind of insult.

More than a decade of conditioning and training his wavelength- just to be sabotaged because his patience had been whittled away steadily by people that refused to give him a chance.

It was laughable.

Resolute, just as he'd been as silent as a statue when they'd questioned him. He would make certain of it. That the memory of those that were gone, would be at peace knowing he would not stand for such an insult to extend to them.

Mentions: @Britt-21 Sir Les Paul @Phayne RedArmyShogun QuirkyAngel Prizzy Kriyze Huntertabbysandshark3 EmperorsChosen Mqueserasera Merciless Medic Kyuubey (Basically everyone)

Interactions: Sybil

 

[Merciless Medic]

Sara Middleton​

Location: Lot C
Interactions: Suzu, Adra ( Sybil )
Mentions: Everyone

Sara noticed just how scared this girl was. It made her want to curl up and protect her, use her floof as something to comfort her while she can use her strength to cover her weakness. She noticed her eyes though, how they flashed in the morning light. It was... Cute. Beautiful, if not a little eerie. Sara isn't normally one to find herself entranced by women, but with Suzu, she was something else.

But she smelled so much fear. So much anxiety. Terror. It was bogging up her nose and wondering what else she did wrong. Someone couldn't hold that much anxiety unless they were hurt in their past. As she smelled more of Suzu's soul, she even smelled something... Sweet. Not actual sweetness like she had been smelling, but something like that of hope. Hope that she'd be chosen instead of her having to choose.

Sara's eyes fell. What if Suzu hated her bloodlust? Would she be terrified of it? She didn't know. Hearing her name and her weapon, Sara's face lit up. "That's a unique Weapon. Someone creative will probably be your best partner. Though..." Her voice fell as worry spiked in her own soul. A concerned furrow of her brow appeared and stood straighter, her tail not wagging anymore. "You're really terrified. I'm not sure if you'll like my soul's wavelength. It may seem tranquil, but it's like... What did Noah say it was...?" She mulled over her thoughts before explaining. "It's like a forest that's prone to having storms. And when I go into my bloodlust, it's straight out of a horror video game, with an eerie feeling of something trying to get you, it's dark, and yeah... Plus, my thoughts are less than pure. I'm not sure if I'm the best one for you. Plus, I tend to tire out my partners if they can't handle my wavelength at its full speed when I go into bloodlust."

She realized her mistake and the hurt that could befall Suzu, but she just couldn't do that to her. "I don't want you to get hurt by my wavelength, I'm sorry for coming up to you and getting your hopes up. But, hey, I'll see you some other time and we can be wonderful friends, okay? I uh... I'm sorry, Suzu. Maybe when I get myself under control, we can resonate later. Pretty sure you'd make a great resonance partner, but I don't want to hurt you, especially since you're so beautiful and pretty. Your soul is so sweet, but I don't want to taint you."

With that, she backed away from Suzu, regret and shame on her face as she left Suzu and stood back in line, not wanting to look at her face or smell her soul or pheromones for fear of knowing the damage she caused. She even ignored Gauss using Prudence as a hoverboard and firing off Kasper, she ignored Dani's and Nadia's attempt at resonance, she ignored whatever her partner was doing with Athena, ignored whatever Xander was doing with Emira and Midori, and she ignored Jarvis and Azariah. That was when she picked up someone else. Having ignored the goings-on of others, she noticed the girl with shark teeth was the other Weapon who was neglected. Her anxiety could be felt from so far away. Yet, it wasn't as timid as Suzu's scent. Yes, the girl with shark teeth was anxious, but she also smelled spicy, indicative of an apparent independent streak. She'd need someone to be at odds with her soul, which was incredibly malleable despite what it may seem like. It was probably a good thing, given the purple-haired girl might be able to hold her own and tame her easily tameable soul if she weren't terrified of her inner monster.

That's when she noticed Zosar was already there. She can smell the negativity from this girl's soul, yet it wasn't something she wasn't used to. That was all Noah was sometimes, and she grew accustomed to it. Standing beside Zosar, she gave the man a smile before looking at the girl, having heard his introduction and smelled the apparent turmoil in his soul still. "And the name's Sara. I-..." She paused. Those shark teeth, those yellow eyes, the purple hair, the bits of scent of her soul that hadn't been lost to time through other means like Madness...

Sara remembered her.

A flash of recognition hit her face and she breathed in a light gasp, putting her hands to her mouth before clasping them together, her ears falling back as sympathy took hold of her features, her tail wagging subtly as her voice was soft and sweet, trying not to alert everyone else because she heard all kinds of nasty rumors and didn't want to start bringing them back. "Ohhh, I'm so sorry that happened to you. He was a menace, wasn't he? I heard it all, girl, you're right as rain with me. I'm sorry you were the one who got punished, that wasn't right of them. He should have learned how to wield you properly and maybe you didn't have to do what you did. He was a jackass, too. And I even fought against those bad rumors made of you, they were all so stupidly wrong."

She hoped her recognition didn't strike a bad note with her, as she had heard it all, given her contacts. She didn't know what was said, all she knew was this girl's former Meister was an egotistical hardass who didn't treat his Weapon properly. She hoped her sympathy for Adra wouldn't cause any issues, unaware that Adra had seen her fight with Noah earlier.

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

xander
Interaction: Sir Les Paul Kyuubey​

Xander smiled a lot more the reaction girls reaction she seemed amicable to his friendliness, what he wasn’t expecting was the sudden interruption of one of the instructors wrapping his arms around the monster cats body, xander purring softly as his smile grew even wider was he really that irresistibly. “oh cutie you do flatter me so, but I hardly think my own pecs are even close to miss emira soft bosom.” Xander replied holding onto midori hand gently for a moment, however Emira begin to speak once again, she obviously liked his comments because damn she was getting spicy. “Ooh now thst is something I’d love to see sweetheart“ xander tail swished even more brushing against Midori. His ears flickered back and fourth as Emira got closer grasping his thigh tightly the monster cats ears shot up Eyes widening considerably. Her chest pressed tightly against his own trapping the intrusive mentor in place a devious smirk upon Xanders face as she spoke. “Oh sweetheart that does sound wonderful id love to take up your offer“ he‘d reply flirtatious ears flipping back and forth once again. “oh and don’t worry about Midori clearly he was attracted by my charms” Xander giggled in response and shockingly he’d scored the girls phone number as she got up and presented to him such a gracious reward. “Ooh wonderful can’t think of a better way to spend my evening“ Xander replied committing the phone number to memory once Emira pulled the phone stay his attention became focus on Midori. The male draped around him, xander knew what to do. He’d twist on the spot now face to face with MidorI, and quickly giving him a little kiss on the lips. “And that’s for you being so patient“ xander said with a big cheese shit eating grin. Slipping quickly out of the mans Hold he’d point his tail towards the commotion. “Now maybe go get those stupid to stop making a mess of the place sweet cheeks“

 

[Sir Les Paul]

When It Rains, It Pours​

Lot C | March 7th, 2067 | 0938​

A single moment could change everything.

It is said no parent should have favorites, but Father Time certainly had his.

In a true simultaneous fashion, two events transpired within Lot C that both demanded immediate attention. Both in the sense that they would require intervention and that it would be nigh impossible to ignore. In a twist of fate between an unruly Meister and a discharging Weapon, the normally-well crafted collars provided by the DWMA failed. Perhaps due to magnetic interference from earlier. Less likely, a defect. In either case, the shock received resulted in the bloodstream of one poor blonde being flooded with sedatives. In an equally dangerous turn of events, the souls colliding atop the floating tower of a shield unleashed a force feared by the entire DWMA: Madness. Even those without the skills of perception could feel the raw envy, jealousy, and possessive nature that Kasper had as it was broadcast through the air. These were the core feelings that consumed his mind.

On Cyrus' phone was a program to monitor each collar, categorized by group then descending alphabetical order. The malfunction of the collar was indicated by a red bar and the explanation of what was occurring with it in a quick description. Cyrus took little time reading this before completely releasing the collar via a remote command, the entire thing releasing from her neck. Should it have continued, the dosage had the potential to be lethal if it wasn't already. Cyrus couldn't be in two places at once. This moment required triage.

"Midori, Emira, separate Noah and Athena by any means and get vitals," he shouted at them. His wavelength spiked. Tremendously. It made what Midori had debuted earlier pale in comparison. It also spoke to the gravitas of the situation.

Midori in that moment had the lips of his new feline friend removed from his lips. He paid little attention to what the cat said after, and if Xander himself were ignorant to the Madness that was seeping through the air now, then there were greater problems with that feline than his lack of realizing he was little more than a pawn. Midori knew Madness. He turned away from both Xander and Emira to see it. His perception showed him what precisely was happening. Gauss lent his wavelength to Kasper to create a projectile, but Kasper did not stop at merely creating one. He continuously drained the life force of Gauss.

Then he heard Cyrus. Those two? He looked over and saw their situation. Athena on the ground, Noah just now transforming. Only for a half-second did curiosity loom in his mind as to why he was being redirected, but the mentality of an agent--of a soldier--kicked in. Do not question orders. He looked only briefly to Emira before his wavelength peaked. There was no reason to hide it with suppression. A quick nod, then a quicker explosion of speed to the other two. Midori was fast, fast enough that these few feet were stretched in far less than a second. "Everyone back away," he said, standing over her. His tone had a sense of finality. For the first time since virtually any of them had seen him, the man was serious. Someone that had some weight to their presence.

He knelt down over the girl and ripped the rest of the collar off of her, making sure the needles inside were completely removed from her skin. While he tended to her, he hoped Emira would clear the field of the others. It was quick. She was still breathing. Two fingers on her carotid determined her heart was still beating, albeit slowly. Her face more pale, but her temperature fine. In fact, if anything, she was a little warm. He counted her respirations, but that would take time.

Time that had to be shared. While Midori blindly followed instructions, Cyrus took action with the trio. Kasper draining Gauss caused him to lose control over the field that was causing Prudence to levitate. They dropped. Prudence hitting the ground first, Gauss stumbling, Kasper feeding off him like a frenzied leech. In that stumble, Cyrus caught the hand holding onto Kasper in a quick instant. Gauss was firmly gripped around it, clearly letting go was not immediate option. Cyrus resorted to funneling his wavelength into the mix, causing a large amount of feedback breaking the resonance. The projectile Kasper was creating fired, launching clear across the field and leveling at least a dozen trees in a nearly ten foot radius of its collision. Gauss was able to let go while this worked, although he ripped his hand back and doubled over from the pain of this Forced Rejection. If he thought the pain from Zosar was something, this was in an entirely different League. His muscles ached, his bones felt broken, his arm full of a numbed, stabbing pain, and his soul itself was drained and felt torn asunder. Needless to say, he was on the ground, guarding his hurt hand and in tears. He was a Utility Meister. Rejection wasn't common at all; he had no idea it could be this bad.

But, Cyrus? He took that same pain in stride as if it were nothing and once Kasper was floating only continued to pour his wavelength into him until the Weapon couldn't even bare to keep his form. Reverting back to normal, Kasper was faced with two dilemma. While the Madness did take hold briefly, the collar around his neck was pouring into him combating it. It was doing so the whole time, but alone was enough to force him back. The second dilemma was a little simpler. Cyrus at full force plunged his fist into his gut, causing the weapon to hunch over before a quick chop to the back of his neck rendered him unconscious on the ground. Cyrus felt the pain shoot through his arm even worse than Gauss, but his sheer willpower pushed him through it. Panting lightly, he hovered over the conscious Kasper seeing now the Madness wavelength die down. It was... or kill him. And, Cyrus would have.

"Mikail, call for a Madness Containment Squad and Medical Unit," he said aloud, still catching his breath and still somehow calm. If anyone watched closely, they would see his right arm limp compared to his left. As hard as he tried to remain stoic, even he could not completely pretend like nothing had happened to him. This would hurt... for at least a week.

"Noah, come here and use your Wavelength on Gauss. He is not handling the Rejection well," Cyrus shouted at him. His instructions left no room for debate. He treated this like a field operation at this point. This was not merely an event.

"I will need everyone that isn't unconscious, Noah, or writhing on the ground in agony to come here so I can inspect if the Madness spread. Single file line, I don't care if you were sensitive before. The collars should have prevented this, but we have to confirm. This is the danger of Madness," he explained to all of them. His instructions were clear enough and there was probably no time this man was more serious than when dealing with Madness. Despite that, there was a different element to the man. Concern. While he may have seemed like the most cold, uncaring individual prior, right now he demonstrated three things that the students had they thought about it should consider: despite Kasper's outbreak, he made sure Athena was safe; he redirect Noah to help Gauss; and, now he was checking out every single one of them to make sure they were okay.

He had his merits.

Prior to this series of events, Adrian had been over the line as instructed by Cyrus earlier. On his phone, he was playing Bloons Tower Defense X, the tenth installment of the franchise and fourth highest rated game in the Play Store. He hadn't paid attention to a damn thing in front of him until he felt the Madness fill the air, in which he put his phone away to stand up and watch what was occurring. Of course, he heard the same instructions as everyone else, but this was a unique situation for the Weapon. He had actually never encountered Madness this close before. It didn't really have a lingering effect, but it was certainly something. He looked around him, seeing only Xander was still close by. He looked over at Xander and said, "Well damn, that's an issue, huh?" fairly casually before walking forward to the forming line.

Notes
The characters of Athena and Kasper will now be removed from the game at this time.
Posting may return as per normal.
Pairs such as Dani and Nadia may remain.
If your character has any form of Madness reaction despite the collars, we will gladly work out how to have an appropriate reaction as you see fit. PM/DM us.​

Merciless Medic Sir Les Paul Huntertabbysandshark3 EmperorsChosen RedArmyShogun Mqueserasera QuirkyAngel Sybil Prizzy Kriyze Mineczka The Regal Rper Kyuubey
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[Merciless Medic]

Noah Wiley​

Location: Lot C
Interactions: Athena, Cyrus, Gauss ( Sir Les Paul )
Mentions: Midori
Collab (formerly with Britt-21) and Sir Les Paul

Noah smirked within his weapon form as she took to disliking him already. Ah, yes. Headstrong, she seemed. He would give a quip back but that wouldn’t be right of him. He at least got her name. Noah would shrug, but given that she can’t see that yet until she grabbed him, he settled for something else. “Well, it’s either you or my former Meister, if she doesn’t already find someone else.”

As she gave her his warning, he smirked. “Neither do I.”

It was then that he was suddenly hit with her wavelength as he was swung around. As he was brought to meet with her soul, he realized just how chaotic it was. At least with Sara’s wavelength, it ebbed and flowed like that of calm trees swaying to and fro, able to turn into a tropical storm one moment before becoming tranquil the next with gentle summer breezes. There was the monster that lived within the earthen soil of her soul that beckoned her to call the forest home, but he was glad he never saw it, as it normally disrupted her beautiful scenery with that of darkness, blood, and gore. Even when she fell into bloodlust, it wasn’t that bad, just distorted to be slightly darker and more dangerous looking to traverse through. His own opaque soul, hiding an electrical storm within a tranquil facade of calm fog was allowed to hover over and within Sara’s, zapping as they both gave to and take from each other, her soul not once minding the electrical storm and only taking it in to fuel her own storms. She was malleable, took him with stride, and even taught him how to give instead of just take. Together, they created a misted jungle, dangerous and primal in its occasional storms.

This wasn’t Sara. This was Athena’s soul. One far less malleable seemingly to Noah as he felt the crashing waves and torrential downpour of her soul. Trauma and negative feelings swarmed his foggy soul as he attempted to sift through it all. Passively, his wavelength expanded, trying to cover the entirety of Athena’s soul like he did the first time with Sara. Not trying to forcefully submit Athena’s soul to his whims, but to calm her storm down.

But that left him vulnerable. As more wailing winds of past baggage and freezing, buffeting hail hit his bare soul with no way out, Noah’s own storm started to get worse, and he can feel himself trying to keep up. Trying to match the storm. In truth, he could if they could at least talk to one another. His own Healing Wavelength, in the form of a peaceful spring breeze, tried to push back on the storm, trying to calm her soul.

Maybe if he pushed hard enough, his own headstrong nature can win out and maybe they can resonate properly.

That’s when he heard her thoughts, as he got closer to the inner portions of her soul to resonate. Something about using him as a pinata stick.

Then she asked him what else he had. A spin. It was slow, yet he felt like he was going to get slightly nauseous, mainly from the anger that fueled him and from the motion from not having achieved a full resonance. Normally, he could handle a full, quick spin several times, but he had to have achieved full resonance with his partner first. Well, with what he would have assumed a full, basic resonance would be. A fuckin’ pinata stick? Who does she take me for?

Noah’s past life had been littered with respect for weapons, especially that of his mother’s heritage. Nunchaku, bo-staffs, naginata, wakizashi, katana, and other weapons, not just those created within Japan, were supposed to be given respect and care. Care that the weapon doesn’t shatter mid-combat. Respect that you’ll be using it as how it’s meant or to utilize every part of it in creative fashions. His mother drilled it in him, to always bow when giving or receiving a weapon, but no one did that here in America. So he promptly forgot about it. What he didn’t forget was how others should respect his Weapon form. He may be elitist or entitled to it, but given how drilled it was into his being before he lost his family, it may as well be sacrilege being called a pinata stick.

The naked form of him from the chest up glared at her from the metallic plates on one end of his staff, his arms crossed. “A fuckin’ pinata stick? Do ya disrespect me that much? Shit, if that’s how that is…” A wicked grin spread across his face. “I also do this to Meisters who don’t wanna fuckin’ respect me.”

Athena paused her spinning as she heard Noah speak up, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Disrespecting? In her mind, she did not take it as an insult. In fact, she liked to beat things up so why was he taking this the wrong way? The blonde looked toward one of the plates and did not expect the next moments to come. How in the hell am I being disrespectful?

Vibrating his soul to generate the electricity needed, the wavelength and soul that tried to encircle Athena’s own storm but failed in its attempt erupted in a blinding yellow light of electricity, lightning arcing from his soul to directly attack Athena. Not only that, but the staff let out a hum and crackle of electricity at the two ends and lightning arced around and shocked Athena’s body, mainly attacking her wrists and hands to get him to let go. Doing this not only shocked Athena, but Noah, as well. Though, Noah was used to shocking himself, so that wasn’t new. If anything, it exacerbated the bits of rejection he let fester from Athena’s disrespectful thought of him. He wanted to let her know that he wasn’t one to fuck with or use like a little bitch. He wasn’t going to let her get away with that, nor did he want to seem like a pushover. Only to Sara. No one else.

As Noah shocked Athena, her soul’s wavelength grew to try fighting back against the electrical current. However, the collar malfunctioned, sending a far more powerful dose of sedatives in the process without letting up. Noah fell from Athena’s hands and transformed back, his eyes wide and brows furrowed as he watched Athena crumple to the ground. He swore he didn’t shock her that hard, did he? However, that’s when he felt something aggressive pushing at him from the side. Looking over, he watched as Kasper’s form seemed to radiate something that even bothered Noah. What was that? He heard Cyrus barking orders, and he stepped back a ways, unsure of what to do now that shit was getting real. He saw Midori hurry over to Athena to rip the collar off, making sure she was still alive. It must have been the sedatives and Noah can breathe a sigh of relief that it wasn’t his fault for the most part. As for Gauss, he watched as the poor man fell over when Cyrus pulled him and Kasper apart.

He needed to help.

Thankfully, as Cyrus knocked out Kasper and the Madness Wavelength was dealt with, Cyrus ordered Noah to help Gauss.

How? He needed to resonate for his Healing Wavelength to take into effect. Still, Noah ran over to Gauss and saw the once confident man being reduced to tears from not only the Madness, but also the forceful rejection Cyrus had hit the two with. Gritting his teeth, he put a hand on Gauss’ shoulder. “Thaddeus, don’t worry, man. I gotcha.” He didn’t know what compelled him to be so nurturing. Must have been his own wavelength combatting the Madness that even his own soul flared to help, making the caring side of him take over. Taking Gauss’ injured hand in his own, he transformed, his form glowing with light as he situated himself within Gauss’ hand to start a resonance.

Noah had made a fundamental, but forgivable mistake. Trying to resonate with a hand so badly damaged at this time would prove… less than effective.

“Not that hand,” Gauss said, trying to sit up enough to grasp Noah with his opposite, undamaged hand. “We would never connect like that… it would be like trying to swim through whirlpools,” he explained. With that, Gauss was able to extend his wavelength to Noah and the two would be able to connect. Had he not been so inclined with Resonance, this may not have been so effective.

As Noah switched to Gauss’ other hand and muttered a quick “shit sorry”, he found himself being sucked in. Gauss’ soul was… Interesting. To say the least. Not only did he have a pull that took him further in a vast darkness that Noah felt personally comfortable hanging out in, but that of a fiery ambition that he swore burned brighter than the sun. However, there was currently something amiss within his soul. Focusing hard on his Healing Wavelength, Noah’s soul flared as the feeling of a calm spring breeze began to cover Gauss’ soul, letting himself getting sucked in and filling the void and the inner light with his calming wavelength to lessen the pain his body took from the rejection. The fog hiding the storm simply let itself be pulled into the bright ambition of this man, letting him take the overwhelming aspiration as his own. Noah wasn’t the most ambitious person, but he can at least respect it when others had it and he fed off it, enjoying its splendor and the energy it gave him.

With his work (and unbeknownst to him Prudence’s special soul), he hoped Gauss didn’t become sensitive to Madness. Though, with his lack of training in his Healing Wavelength, the fact that it could possibly be overwhelming was not lost on him. Hopefully, that’s exactly what Gauss needed.

Noah spoke through him with his soul, trying his best to heal him. "Hey, man. Ya feelin' any better? I know it's a bit much, but I don't know any other way to do it."

 

[Sybil]

Adrasteia Chandrice

Adrasteia had been so wrapped up in her own world of anxiety and hate that when she finally was brought out of it she was already looking right at a meister approaching her. Her gut reaction suppressed was almost aggression, but she had enough restraint and sanity to keep that only as an urge that faded. No… she would listen with a raised eyebrow, her face becoming neutral as Zosar talked to her. He offered a hand even, asking for nothing more than a name. Then a second meister approached her, offering her name as well as she reached for Zosar’s hand. It was Noah’s partner, the weapon taking note that she was separated from her weapon.

Simple introduction… isn’t it?

“….Adrasteia Chandrice…” She shook the hand, her eyes noticing a shift in the werewolf’s expressions. The switch made the weapon slightly curious, her focus shifting from the handshake and what it felt for. Her soul, however, didn’t. The small contact of the inquisitive meister would yield a sensation of hazard. Like hand was inches from plunging itself into a briar bush of a soul, threatening to prick and scratch the more one held on. It wasn’t aggressive, just a warning of the soul itself. To any first-time meisters, it might even seem completely unusable as a partner soul, the innate hostility to cooperation being too much.

Then the wolf spilled the beans mid-shake, the weapon’s eyes opening wide as she listened to her words. The chain whip internally died a bit, some energy stolen from them as what she did years ago to her previous partner alluded to. Not only that… it was uncomfortably… supportive? The weapon didn’t know how to react, their soul flaring with the energy it didn’t know what to do with. She opened her mouth, ready to reply.

Her response however would be interrupted and in the worst manner. Her eyes never even saw the events that unfolded, but she felt it. Her eyes went wide as she buckled at her knees, her mind surging with the crawling chaos on her back. The bud of madness suppressed had now reared its head, exposure risking temporary ruin. She clutched her head as she withdrew her hand quickly, her body immediately starting to slow their breathing and begin calm mind... but it was only so effective. She flexed her jaws and whimpered, her smile growing wide as she felt the energy burning inside. Mania flowed through her body as she clenched her body still, hoping to fight it. She wanted to lose it. She wanted to fucking let it rip, to just take out her anger on those around. Violence was strength and she demanded strength, no one could wield her. No one was good enough to use her, so she has to do it herself. They all didn't have the raw strength! Her insides felt a surge... before she bit into her fingernails and chewed. She chewed and began forcing herself to use Calm Mind. She would beat the madness back, just barely. She pressed it back with haste, her grin slowly fading as she shivered in pure shock and exhaustion. She finally took a breath after the moments of madness, her body inhaling long and deep as she was sweating.

It was the first time in over two years she had felt her madness surface, and it was no less intimidating now as it was then to fight. A daunting leech in her soul, one that brought ruin yet freedom. A towering monster of an enemy, just hiding under her surface still.

She looked up after a few moments, a bit worried and trying to figure out what had occurred. She held herself up by keeping her hands on her bent knees, keeping herself upright by little more than willpower. Unfortunately, her brain and mouth were not equally ready. "Ah.... ha... ha... wha... who...."

coded by: @s e v e n​

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Interacts: Merciless Medic The Regal Rper​

 

[Merciless Medic]

Sara Middleton​

Location: Lot C
Interactions: Adra ( Sybil )
Mentions: Midori, Athena, Cyrus, Kasper, Gauss, Suzu, Zosar

Sara noticed how the girl, who introduced herself as Adrasteia Chandrice, looked at her as she spilled who she was wasn’t lost on the wolf. She hoped that, with her supporting words, the girl would feel better about her. Maybe try out another Meister in the future, even if Sara wasn’t chosen by Adra. She could always go back to Suzu, if anything.

Sara then felt a sudden change, a spark within her soul that nearly came alight with darkness as she blanked out into space. She saw Adra fall to her knees, but she didn’t register what she saw. In her mind, she was being sucked in. The sensation only lasted for a few seconds, yet it was enough for Sara to struggle with the enveloping Madness. Being sensitive to the Madness from her bout with the Black Blood Virus, Sara had completely forgotten about her subtle weakness. Her bloodlust came scratching back, her soul darkening as she did her best to calm herself. A tiny voice rang in her head - honeyed, sweet.

It terrified her.

Sara knelt on the ground, gathering her bearings as she didn’t want to disappoint Noah, nor did she want to upset Zosar and become even worse for Adra. She had to do something. She had to help herself, even if it was for them. Pushing Madness out of her soul and suppressing her growing need to hurt, to scratch, to maim, to break bone and rend flesh, she shook her head and looked behind her.

It was a shitshow.

Midori was hovering over Athena, Cyrus had knocked out Kasper, and Noah was being commanded to help Gauss and heal him with what little he can with his limited training on the Healing Wavelength. Sara looked back to Adra, and saw the crazed look on her face shift to one more of a dazed expression. Taking a position beside Adra, she wrapped an arm around her upper back and then held her shoulders in both hands, trying to be a physical anchor for her. “Hey, Adra, it’s okay. Come back.” Her voice was soft, yet firm. Soothing, even.

She didn’t know when Adra would get back to the land of the living. She can feel her soul trying to prick at her skin as if she shoved her arms through a nest of barbed wire, but she didn’t mind. Sara felt worse being in those werewolf cage matches back home and during her bedridden state struggling with Madness with what she can remember. She just wanted to make sure she was okay. However, she figured she might get hit, considering how anxious Adra was. If anybody were to touch anyone coming back from Madness, and someone they didn’t know were trying to help or touch them, she would have to expect that. Either way, once Adra seemed to get back to her normal state, she’ll let go and step back, not wanting to encroach on her space, but merely offering her support to make sure she doesn't lose to it.

Considering what Sara had to go through during her sickness with the beast that was Madness, she knew how freeing yet terrifying it was. She wanted to make sure Adra had a comrade in it - someone who understood.

 

[EmperorsChosen]

Daniella Ethalyn | DWMA Lot C
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Just as it seemed as though things were beginning to calm--somewhat--the situation began to rapidly deteriorate. One moment people were choosing their pairs and suddenly, Athena dropped and Kasper lost it. Dani didn't need to see them or have the context of what was going on. She could feel it--the madness.

Her body froze and tensed as she stared off into the nothingness with a strained expression, as if put into a trance. She felt it in her core--the rage and the bloodlust, the urge to lash out. All these assholes and playboys. The blonde bitch that threw shit at her followed by her simp shooting off pellets and playing the field. The stupid cat smooshed in between two thots. Get a fucking room. Fucking battle nuts breaking shit and causing a mess. Fucking mentors letting it happen like they were fucking toys. Fucking Zosar fucking around with anything that breathed. Fucking wolf going berserk and canoodling up to him. Fucking giant picking her as a partner.

Drop fucking dead.

Dani blinked a few times, as if waking up from a daydream. The sudden outburst of madness reached her, even if she swallowed it. She inhaled deeply and let out the breath in a heavy, shaky, sigh. It had been a while since she felt that level of anger. A hand raised to trace the perimeter of the disruptor around her neck.

Interactions: N/A
Mentions: Most of the meatbags

 

[The Regal Rper]

Lot C
Mikail & Maddison

Things had been going better than he'd expected if he were being honest. Maddison had thought given Paean, things might have gone south quickly. It would have been expected if something bad had happened sooner rather than later. After nearly thirty minutes in, Mikail had nudged Maddison with a grin. The bet had been something would happen in the fifteen minutes, in twenty seven the only bad thing that had happened was the werewolf losing a bit of control- and even then, the boss had intervened like they all had expected.

What they hadn't expected was the domino effect of Madness that was released. From Kasper to Adraestiea, then the werewolf's subsequent internal struggle; Athena's collapse and the attempted response of her own Wavelength stopped by the collar on her neck.

It went downhill. And quickly.

"Alright let's move in people, gather round! Spell activates on my mark and some of you may feel a few seconds of vertigo. Teleportation's funny that way." And just as he was being called in also.

He nodded, the spell was activated. The spell circle around them grew on the ground, mana flowed around them and he could sense it. The final calculations only needed a few seconds to align with the one's on the field. "You'll want to close your eyes for this." Maddison advised as the tingle in the air became strong enough for clothes and hair to billow on nonexistent wind.

There was silence when they vanished from their position, and less than a second after Cyrus had finished giving his instructions, they were there. They appeared in a flash of light, with the only sensation in between the travel being a sense of vast emptiness before the feeling of ground at their feet. Used to it from past experiences, Maddison blinked to clear his eyes then looked around to begin surveying the situation. Mikail already stepping up to assess things.

"MU, let's head over to where the boss is with Kasper. Maddison, you handle the ambulance team while I go help the boss." The tall meister instructed as he and several equipped individuals in gear and holding a stretcher began moving right in Cyrus' direction up ahead where Noah, Cyrus, and Prudence were all located.

A third eye spawned over Cyrus forehead the draconic pupil blinking. With this third eye the whole area was scanned in an instant. From the the state of each individual to the spiritual state of their soul's. Immediately, without even looking in the direction, he pointed to Midori's location and gave instructions for the paramedics to check on Athena. Meanwhile the MU were fixing Kasper up on the stretcher. Checking his current state of Madness and how under control it was. Straps were afixed to his limbs as two members worked on opposite ends to secure him tightly to the stretcher so he wouldn't be thrown off or in the case of his lingering Madness, lash out. While this was going on, Mikail turned his attention to another disturbance. Splitting off from Cyrus after giving him the info that he was going to check on Adra and the werewolf, maybe help gather them up..

While Maddison directed some of the paramedics to help Midori with Athena, others followed the Weapon as he used his soul perception and the aid of his Demon Eye to assess the situation. Most were fine, the Madness had not spread as badly as it could have been from what he could see within their souls. Their physical states weren't bad off either. This was good. A best case scenario.

While he scanned the others across the field, checking vitals and checking spiritual states, he directed two paramedics towards Noah and Cyrus. Though the former had the Healing Wavelength, it couldn't hurt to check up on him given the attack Zosar had delivered earlier. And sent another to head in the direction the Shaman Meister was going where Zosar, Sara and Adraestia were located.

The instructions for others to line up from Cyrus as Maddison surveyed what others were doing in this moment was merely met with a repeat of the senior Agent's words.

"All right people, you heard the man! If you aren't K.O'd or incapable of movement, gather up here so we can determine if there's need for further measures. Let's go! Move it!" he clapped loudly.

Mentions: Sir Les Paul RedArmyShogun QuirkyAngel Prizzy Kriyze Huntertabbysandshark3 EmperorsChosen Mqueserasera Merciless Medic Sybil

Interactions: Everyone

 

[RedArmyShogun]

Nadia Semyonov - Location: DWMA Lot C​

Letting out a snort of sort at the question of being drunk, she dismissively shakes her head. "No. We know not what will be asked of us yet. For now, we remain here. I'm not too eager to be around them either, but it is what it is. As to just swinging you around, maybe I shall, but that will not work for everything." With that said, Nadia glances briefly at the little activities of the cat and those around, or rather on him. Quickly her attention would be withdrawn from those happenings to something more significant.

Looking at the ongoing testing it seemed something interesting was happening. One or two rejections, a bit of lightning to the blonde girl, Cyrus moved in, and gut punched the gun, was it madness? Pondering over that, she watched as her partner started to change. Not in a physical manner, but in her case, breathing and hand around her collar, given what she had felt before from the girl, it was safe to assume just what emotion was at the front of her mind, given the comments earlier.

Thinking about this, Nadia did not have use for someone that broke so easily as the other two had, but at the same time her options were limited, with a split-second decision she lays her left hand atop Dani's shoulder and gives a sharp shake, if not a little reassuring as it was sturdy. "Anger is useful when one is in control of it. Let it fuel you, but not blind you. Calm yourself." With that she removes her hand, keeping an eye on the girl as other figures suddenly arrived, taking the two that were now down and summoning the rest of them to themselves. Was this the use of some sort of magic? Well, no, it had to be. There were no other options, looking out at the rest as they were summoned, she speaks up to Dani.

"Let's go." And with that she steps off, as if nothing of any importance had taken place.

Interactions: EmperorsChosen Mentions: Various The Regal Rper of note.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Azariah "Zari" Vasher
Jarvis transformed and clasped onto his outstretched arm. Immediately his wavelength began to take from this potential partner, but Zari furrowed his eyebrows in concentration trying to hold it back. The previous year of endless sound mind training came into use as he closed his eyes shut and focused on the connection between them. The rejection didn't hurt too much, it barely even registered in his mind. The thinnest sliver of resonation was established, as they each seemed to fire off everything at their proverbial walls to see what stuck. Azariah was surprised. Jarvis' approach was... unique. Coming into acceptance with his fiery wavelength and only feeding it so much as his soul was capable of refilling. This was new.

This could work.

Then, behind closed eyelids, Zari began to see. The amount of focus required to maintain this small connection tugged at his mind, forced him into their shared soul space with only his supernatural senses sending cascading echoes through it as proof the outside world still existed. Vast and empty as it was, Zari could see his would-be partner across a seemingly insurmountable distance. The lines were blurred between symbolism and practice as an enormous canyon seemed to separate the two, with only a frayed rope connected their respective platforms. Jarvis side was dark and empty. Quite opposite to Zari's, that burned with a raging inferno, sending darker shadows across the darkness of their inner worlds. He wasn't sure if this was his own world, a reflection of the apparent impossibility of the challenge that was with Jarvis' simply there in his mind's eye, but Azariah wasn't one to ponder meaning. All he knew was that he needed to reach him, should this ever prove fruitful.

One foot in front of the other.

The rope stirred in an invisible breeze as Zari placed his first step onto it, holding each of his arms out to help maintain balance. Fire licked his frame and tiny little flames began appearing along his footing, but the rope still held. He didn't look down, he didn't look back, only fearlessly moved forward, step by step across an infinite void to reach Jarvis. This was his determination, and everything he was willing to lay down for this. He did not know what was below, but he felt the painful warmth he was leaving behind. The only way was forward, like it'd always been.

Just barely he could make out what Jarvis was saying to him, but he couldn't respond. Maintaining the balance and shutting out the outside world was too hard a chore in and off itself, but something that transcended conversation existed here. "This is hard." His wavelength quivered. The soundless whisper made its way into Jarvis' conscience better than any words Azariah could ever manage.

"I've never been good at this, and I'm sorry you have to go through it. I promised I wouldn't ask anything of you though, if you'll just bear with me."

He nearly lost his balance as his state of mind was so blatantly laid bare for Jarvis. The words weren't his own, but he meant them. His eyes turned from the burning tightrope he was balancing on up to Jarvis. He seemed closer now. Not within reach, but he must've at least made it halfway. If he could only-

Then the sound began. Furious. Angry. Sparking, burning, destroying.

Azariah looked back at the platform he'd come from just as enormous fiery talons appeared through the wall of flames. They clutched the platform hard, forming cracks in the darkness they were composed of. Something was wrong. Something had happened. This... this wasn't his fault.

"This isn't my fault."

One long and beastly arm reached out of the darkness and grabbed onto the rope, then another, before a giant demonic shape had appeared, spanning nearly half the crevice with its stature. It roared. It was just one long sound. From the moment it appeared, to the moment it hovered above Zari and switched its focus from him to the Demon Weapon across the gap, it screamed with ferocity. Zari looked up at the burning shape above him, then over to Jarvis. His madness was going to keep going at this rate. All the way across, until it had Jarvis in its clutches as well. No, that wouldn't do.

"I'm sorry about the horrible timing." He whispered, then tore at the rope beneath his feet. With almost explosive force it snapped, and Zari offered an apologetic smile as he and his madness incarnate fell down and disappeared into the void.

He was back in his body. Jarvis' glove had slipped from his hand, but he wasn't in the state of mind to even realize. Around him was chaos, but inside was worse. His teeth creaked from how hard he was clenching them as his shaky eyes moved up and bore into someone. Anyone. The first one he could identify who'd done. him. wrong.

Prudence. That sickly excuse for a human being. A shield with no armor. A mind with no substance. A vast emptiness, mocking the trials and horrors Zari and his many siblings had suffered through. Reduced to nothing but a stepping stone by Gauss. Had she no self-respect? No ambition worth defending? What a pathetic, insulting existence she offered. Zari would wring the handle from her shape, bend her metal frame until the insides snapped. She was going to have to die for this transgression. He took a step towards her, fingers clenched so hard blood was spilling from between them.

KCHUNK

His body jolted as he felt the thick metal rods impact into his neck, and a pulse of electricity pass down the entire length of his body through his spine. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't talk, but he could force his miserable excuse for a flesh prison to stand. He only needed to make it over to Prudence, tear her head from her shoulders, and all would be right in the world.

KCHUNK

His vision blurred and his knees buckled as the incapacitation did its job and a second shock went through him. A tiny smile of relief flashed on his face before it hit the dirt. He wouldn't hurt anyone today.

 

[Sir Les Paul]

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 The Regal Rper Prizzy Kriyze Kyuubey

Midori counted her respirations. five in the last thirty seconds, ten in the last minute by that math. Not critical, but low. Heart rate from his count in the lower fifties, too. Given she had just been shocked quite considerably and the spitfire attitude she had prior, these stats seemed too low for his liking. The fact her pulse wasn't precisely strong with each beat didn't give him a vote of confidence, either. He could almost feel the compassion Emira had for this girl radiating downward, but compassion itself did not make for combating sedatives. The central nervous system depressants in these collars were potent, injected to act quickly, and were loaded with multiple doses so they weren't one-and-done, so to speak. Just how much she received was an unknown for now, but Midori was quite sure it was far too much.

Midori was good at killing things. Not saving them.

Luckily, she was still breathing and seemingly stable by the time the medics arrived. While Midori was giving one a full run down of the situation and her stats to the best of his knowledge, the Madness Containment Unit was far less gentle with Kasper. His vitals were checked, but his situation itself wasn't medical. He was now considered a threat. Each of his four limbs were placed in shackles, his clothing cut to make sure there was direct skin contact. His current collar was removed afterwards for a larger one. The stretcher he was placed on was no medic board. Once he was set onto it, his waist was strapped in, arms crossed in a type of harness, and then all four of the shackles on his extremities were latched into place. The difference in treatment was beyond clear. Athena was hurt. Kasper was dangerous.

The medics dismissed Midori from the scene, informing them they would handle it. While one was discussing things with Midori, the other had started an IV on her and started fluids. He barked some orders at the second once he joined him, and soon enough he was gloving up to prepare an IM of some kind from an assortment of vials stashed in a portable, unfolding kit. This was far beyond what Midori could understand. A counteractive to the drug, adrenaline perhaps, it was unclear. In any case, the girl was receiving the best care they could provide in the field before transporting her back.

Midori backed off. He didn't like this feeling. There were plenty of things he could do, but seeing this girl--this girl he didn't even know--hurt in a way he could not help didn't sit well with him. Athena may be temperamental, but she was serene in her unconscious state. Seeing someone who had no lack of flame within her be doused so quickly just shook him. He dwelled on these thoughts for a moment. He reached the hand from the shoulder Emira squeezed up to his shoulder where she squeezed it and rubbed it. It was a sullen feeling. He couldn't even return the gesture because of his focus at the time... but he would.

And, he looked for her. But, by the time he broke his sad spell to do so, he could see she was already talking with the reserved Bell weapon. He felt for her, too. She seemed to have no confidence and little drive, and if she did, it was dwarfed by her feelings of inadequacy. Midori had a chance to look into case files they were prepared for them over the agents and he understood why. Thing was, Midori could hardly relate. Midori was in fact a deadly weapon. Actually, he was three. Midori knew that sympathy without the means to relate often felt false. Emira seemed to be doing a better job than he could at talking to her. No reason to interrupt a good thing.

With that, Midori defaulted to what he knew: Zosar. He started to approach his student of sorts before an alert on his phone notified him to another collar going active. He had the same, albeit a more limited version, app that Cyrus did. "Get evaluated, find your partner, and stop fucking around. Cyrus is going to be pissed if we keep delaying, especially after this," he barked at him before turning away from him to dart over to Zari.

Midori knew better, though. Than to touch him. He was unconscious, or so it seemed, so he would have no control over that Wavelength, regardless of Calm Mind training. Midori, at the very least, was at least mildly prepared. From within his jacket pocket, he pulled out two very thin black leather gloves and slipped them on. They were thin enough they almost looked like latex, , but they were in fact leather. Once both on, green lines of lights shot through them as inscriptions on them shot to life. He rolled Zari onto his back without much trouble and with virtually no issues due to his gloves. With that, he was able to press his fingertips to Zari's neck to check his pulse, too. Strong, much better then Athena which confirmed his belief from earlier. His chest still seemed to be moving, too, meaning he was breathing.

"You should be fine..." he said under his breath, still counting the pulse and respirations of the man, keeping two separate tallies in his head all while watching a countdown on his phone for accuracy. Still, given he was just in this situation, there was an odd feeling of resemblance here. Even if he wasn't fine, what was Midori going to do? Shout at Cyrus? Call the already busy medics. Midori was a proud assassin, but these students dropping like flies made him feel useless... and he didn't like that.

Midori never could accept when there was nothing he could do. Especially when it meant losing things he cared about.

 

[Mqueserasera]

PRUDENCE PONTMERCY
Location: DWMA - Lot C
Mentions: Kasper, Midori, Gauss ( Sir Les Paul )
Interaction: Zari ( Prizzy Kriyze ) ​

The physical pain she could bear. The inside of her stomach was a mess as much as her soul. There'd been a disruption while they were in the air, she vaguely recalled. What she'd thought was perfect harmony and synchronization with Thaddeus’s wavelength had been abruptly stirred up and yanked apart. Now she was on the ground, forced back to her human form. Wretched still but Prudence flipped herself up on all four and gripped tight the earth. Her head ached. Guts revolted. And here and about there were shouting voices. Chaos. Clearer than the rest: Cyrus’s order to fall in a line behind him. That much she could do, probably. So she staggered up.

One hand placed flat on her stomach, the girl began to walk. She was not hurt despite the fall, her Shield from much too resilient to be harmed so easily. The damage, what lingered still of it, was entirely on her soul. And even then the unique characteristic of it had mitigated what could have been a prolonged hangover for most. Already her feet were stable on the ground, and her demeanor regained. Only then did she make an effort to assess the situation. It was obvious that her group was at the center of the disaster. Something had happened to Kasper, then to Thaddeus, then herself, and that blonde also. The damage was spreading still among the rest. A gaze was passed over to the last focal point before the three broke down, where now only scorched fallen trees remained. Destruction. The destroyer lay pathetically on a stretcher, strapped, restrained, at the mercy of strangers. There was pain, perhaps, disgust, maybe? Or even anger. She could not tell, Kasper was carried away before she could read his unconscious expression. What does it matter? She hadn’t cared about his inner agony before the incident, and she was not about to now. His issues were voiced, heard, punished. Now he suffered, was rejected like a limp dog. Was that not a fitting fate? She was sure had she been in his place, she would have gladly accepted hers.

She passed Thaddeus by. He too was in pain, the dog-eared Meister’s partner was tending to him. He really seemed to be in pain, wasn’t he? It must be hurting him badly. He had announced his own ambition, had bragged about making full use and beyond the limits of his weapon. Where had that brought him? Was that a worthwhile life lesson or just the twisted play of another chance game in life? He failed. Could she still rely on him? Prudence wondered. Had he been damaged beyond repair by this incident alone, or would he soon recover from his current pitiable state? She sure hoped so. She did not care to pass pity on a stranger. Pity? Did she have it? Perhaps. Her recognization of his pain could amount to pity, probably. She was not acting like a cruel person who would be all too willingly discarding someone she deemed no longer useful. It was just the simple fact of life that everyone has got to take care of their own problems. She was not so arrogant as to worry about things beyond her control or herself.

So she passed him by also and went towards Cyrus.

What’s the matter with him?

Prudence halted in her steps, eyeing warily the approach of another Meister. The tattooed guy. He was coming for her. Madness it seemed. At once alarmed, metal shields took shape from her hands. She recalled his feats in the game. His speed, his strength, could she match them? Not likely. But there were others around. She needed only to hold her ground. Of that she was beyond confident.

There was an anger in his consumed state: he raged but raged at what? She realized. It was not a nameless rage. It had a name and that was Prudence. An aimed, directed, instructed madness. Madness: a state of destruction—the enemy of life. But not life in general. Hers. Whatever his definition of hatred was. Her existence was its personification.

“What the hell is wrong with you—“ the strange tremor in Prudence’s own voice caught her off guard. How? She was not afraid, of that she was certain. Even had she been alone with him, there should still be no reason for fear. For so long she had no longer feared for her own life. Death to her was just another inevitable aspect of life. She did not care for it. So how had he scared her?

“You—“ there was an indignant flavor in her pitch now. The audacity! How dare you!—these the cries of her soul. She was suddenly reminded of a certain Meister—the only other person who had ever possessed such an intense feeling for her. It was not so different. Be it love or hatred, they are both something disgustingly human. Something she neither needed, nor deserved.

Are you not declaring outright that I am a person in the world to be hated? How dare you! You are hating on the wind, thin air and ether. Those nothingness you don’t touch, don’t smell, don’t cry for, don’t love. Do not hate me, it’s validating. Go away! I do not care to hate you back!

And then suddenly Prudence was standing over the fallen boy as Midori counted his pulse. Was all that an illusion? Or was the hatred she felt from him the real thing? So she deserved it, being a bad person? At any rate, she did not understand what being a bad person meant. It could be because she did not show enough sympathy for her momentary partners. She perhaps should have pretended to be worried, or even acted like she was feeling guilty for their sufferings. But who would she have put up a show for? Everyone else was all too occupied right now. She needed only to act as she was ordered. She turned away, gritting her teeth and shutting it all off with absolute brutality as she’d always had. As if nothing ever happened.

 

[EmperorsChosen]

Daniella Ethalyn | DWMA Lot C
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The voices were drowned. Some were panicked, others were barking commands and trying to get a handle on the situation. Dani hadn't really processed Cyrus' orders, it having reached her ears in a muddled fashion that the girl hardly recognized as words. The various conversations and shouting all blended together as she focused on that subsiding feeling of rage, as if waiting to see if it would truly submerge or shoot back up.

The physical stimulus provided by Nadia shook the pink-haired girl out of her minor daze. Flinching, her eyes shuttered a few times more before slowly looking over at the woman next to her, then over to the men who were supposedly part of the Madness Control Unit. Her response was still a bit delayed.

"...I'm fine."

Following suit behind Nadia, Dani headed for the line as well to get assessed by Cyrus. Half the pod was scattered about, either treating the damaged or collapsed. Two in question happened to be two of those that had been puffing their chests out the entire morning. She couldn't think less of them for it. She of all people knew what could happen from an outbreak like that. They were lucky it was only a bit of soul-wrenching pain--In Gauss' case anyway. Athena appeared completely out cold. The tattoo'd guy was also on the ground with the shield standing over him. Dani had completely zoned out during Zari's brief moment of rage. Though even if she hadn't, his outburst out of everyone's was one she could understand.

That kind of madness--You didn't need a reason, you would find one.

"The only way this shit gets worse is with a bullet in our heads."

Interactions: RedArmyShogun (Nadia) Sir Les Paul (Cyrus)
Mentions: Murderers to-be

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Jarvis Briseis - DWMA, Lot C
Jarvis’s eyebrow rose, his attention shifting from the outside world to Zari when he noticed the meister’s soul move, attempting to cross the ‘vast’ distance/discrepancies between their souls via the basic link he’d established. They’d established. Was the human trying to resonate? Trying to probe deeper into the hidden parts of Jarvis’s soul? That was quite…ambitious…for a first attempt at partnership; like heading straight to intercourse on the first date. Head cocked and arms still folded, Jarvis watched the flame-licked boy transverse the empty space between them step by step, seeming to not all know what he was doing, but fearlessly trudging forward anyway.

He could hear the ‘voice’ of the boy’s soul, his intentions, echoing clearly across his consciousness as well. Feel Azariah’s determination, even as his wavelength quivered. It inspired his own.
‘Just bear with me’ he says.

Jarvis’s soul chuckled. “Well, I did tell him to do what he wanted…”

Stepping forward, Jarvis’s soul was about to follow Zari’s example. It took two to attempt to resonate, after all. If Zari couldn’t make it all the way by himself, then their souls could meet half way…or at least that had been the plan. His soul stilled, blinking in surprise, when he felt something he hadn’t felt in years echoing far louder than it should’ve: Madness.

Madness loud enough to reach even their souls.

“What in Death’s name—?” Wrenching his eyes away from his meister’s soul—for a brief moment—Jarvis let his eyes gaze out the gem mirror into see Gauss, Kasper, and Prudence fall out of the sky…with the demon gun’s expanding wavelength being the source of the madness. Bondie seemed to be in critical condition. Cyrus was shouting orders. DWMA certainly seemed quite panicky over a bit of madness…granted it would seem Kasper was far, far crazier than Jarvis had originally pegged him for.

Fangs bared, Jarvis sighed exasperatingly. “Hey, Zari! We’ve got to stop what we’re doing and—oh, come on!”

The bloodsucker’s soul blinked as he came face to face with Zari’s Madness; His monster, likely awaken by the madness Kasper spread. Well, face to face wasn’t exactly the right word, since it was still across on Zari’s side of the soul, but it didn’t seem to have any problems grabbing onto the link they’d made…an attempt to reach Jarvis and spread its wickedness to his soul too, no doubt. Pity his soul was already tainted. Jarvis stared at the demonic visage apathetically, if not somewhat annoyedly. He hadn’t lied when he told Nadia he wasn’t afraid of madness. Madness took different forms for different people. For some it was a ferocious, fear-inspiring beast. For others it was a beautiful and enticing temptress. For some it caused pain—especially when one possessed an extremely pure soul. For others it didn’t. It felt good even. Jarvis was part of the later…but then, he supposed he was a monster like that.

Jarvis sighed.

It wasn’t even his own madness he was looking at. Jarvis had already defeated his own madness, his own bloodlust, and locked it away. He was looking at Zari’s madness. Zari’s fiery demon. What was there to be afraid of? It was two on one now, after all. They could beat it back together. “Stay calm and make your way over to me! Or just stay there! I’ll come to you…no. NO!”

Zari couldn’t hear him.

Zari was giving him the same look Atli had 16 years ago.

Reaching out, Jarvis watched, too stunned to move, as the exact same scene played out in front of as it did back then. Zari broke their link just like Atli did when the MIBVI virus had taken her over. Tossed him aside just as she had to keep him from being contaminated. Once again his partner had abandoned him in order to ‘protect’ him. In order to fight their own battle…alone. Once again he’d lost a meister to madness…

Jarvis’s hand clenched.

No. Not yet. Things were different now than they were back then.

He was different now…and he wouldn’t let Atli leave on her own again.

As the demon gauntlet started to slide off, the fangs at the opening ends stretched out to pierce his meister’s skin, in an effort to keep itself in place. Jarvis tasted blood. Hot, spicy, and righteous blood. The gauntlet registered the meister’s blood as its own. More importantly, the nutrient-rich red fluid cleared Jarvis’s mind a bit. With their link broken, there was no more point in staying in weapon form—as he couldn’t hear Zari’s soul anyway—so he transformed back into his bloodsucker body, his hand gripping Zari’s wrist tightly, though the meister didn’t seem to feel it. Jarvis could smell the blood off Zari’s clenched fist. See the shaky eyes and the clenched teeth as the bloodsucker held his meister in place with his physical strength.

It would seem Zari had lost the battle against his own madness…or was he still battling?

Hard to say because Zari had barely managed to take another step towards Prudence when his collar activated. Surprised, Jarvis let go, watching as Zari was shocked like a rabid animal. Like Sara had. Like Blondie, who was critical condition, had…and decided he didn’t like them. The collars. As useful as they were in reigning in those driven to madness, he didn’t like what they implied. Didn’t like how DWMA dealt with madness-inflicted in general. Watching Midori touch Zari as with gloved hands, as if touching something diseased, he wondered if Atli would’ve been treated the same way—if she were alive of course. Licking the bit of Zari’s blood of off his lips, Jarvis forced his fangs back into place with his tongue.

Unlike Midori, Jarvis didn't need physical contact to hear the heartbeat of his his meister. Feel the pulse of life as Zari's blood flowed.

“If he should be fine, then there’s nothing to worry about,” Not bothering to hide the sarcasm from his tone, Jarvis stuffed his hands in his pockets and idly tapped his foot as he waited for the assassin to finish checking the pulse of his chosen partner…so he could drag the body back to Cyrus to register their partnership, get the boy's madness level checked, etc, etc. Zari seemed to need it more than he did. Or drag his meister’s ass back to bed so he could rest and recover. Personally, Jarvis was hoping for bed as no sane teacher would have them continue class after all that. “I’m sure he’s used to this.”

‘This isn’t my fault’

That was what Zari’s soul had told him. Jarvis could only imagine how many times the boy must’ve been shocked for losing a battle against madness…for something that wasn’t even really his fault. Sympathy emerged. He could understand being treated like a monster for something out of his control. Truthfully, the battle might not be over. Whose to say whether or not Zari would wake up sane…if he woke up at all? Jarvis exhaled Either way, it didn’t feel right for a weapon to leave their new meister’s side while they were unconscious, potentially battling their own demons as well.

Jarvis’s eyes darted to Prudence. “Just as I’m sure he wouldn’t have tried to attack you if he were right of mind. Sorry about that. You can demand compensation from him once he wakes up.”

Jarvis left it at that. Just because he heard the voice of Zari's soul, didn’t mean Prudence did. Whether or not the girl accepted their apology was in her hands—not that he’d had any intention of letting his meister harm her, or anyone else, in his maddened stated in his first place. Whether it was for her sake or his meister’s sake, Jarvis didn't care enough to dig into, but he’d fight Zari, just as he’d fought Atli, if he had to. Wouldn’t be the first time Jarvis had to fight a madness-driven meister. As much as he didn’t want to, he’d do what needed to be done…just like he did back then.

Perhaps he hadn’t changed all that much, after all?

Jarvis’s eyes dropped back down to Zari’s prone body.“ And if he can’t wake up after breaking our link without my consent, trying to abandon his weapon partner, and deciding to fight his demons all on his bloody own, then he was a shitty meister to start with and shouldn't be in FATE in the first place.”

Zari annoyed him. The resemblance to Atli annoyed him. The whole situation annoyed him. However, it wasn't something he could leave alone either. Zari was the second meister that tried to protect Jarvis from his own insanity and, unlike with Atli, Jarvis wanted to do it right this time around. Crouching down, glove or not, Jarvis prodded the unconscious human’s cheek when he noticed the relieved smile that adorned his new meister’s face. If he became mad, then so be it. He'd already chosen a crazy partner. “What are you smiling about, Freak?”

Prizzy Kriyze Sir Les Paul Mqueserasera

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Thaddeus Thales​

"Gauss"​

Species Human
Partner None
Rank Fate Agent

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

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Mentions: Merciless Medic Mqueserasera

Gauss had encountered Healing Wavelengths before. Twice, actually. Noah seemed to be the least skilled with it of anyone he had ever met. Despite that, the Wavelength did its job. Just as Noah felt the surge from his soul shoot through him, Gauss felt the calming and soothing effects of Noah. Resonating one-handed itself was no impressive feat, but it was a testament to either the flexibility of his soul or his skill with it to do so directly after the Madness breach and Forced Rejection he just endured. The Meister was many things, among them resilient.

But then, despite being in direct contact with the Madness, it's not as if this was the worst case scenario for him specifically. While resonating, Kasper was draining his Wavelength. A leech would have been the wrong word. Kasper was ripping the energy from his very soul and hoarding it into that ever-compressing projectile like some kind of demon. Worse than anything even Jarvis might have done on his worst day. The soul-sucking was like some succubus to a street rat degenerate. It was worse than working a desk job. And, he had no ability to just "let go", not unlike the white collar worker in Capitalist society. Even magnetism could be broken, but Madness... it was a whole different beast.

The more important part was Kasper was draining his soul, not forcing himself inside to infect him. Should that have been the case, the situation might have played out with them both being taken out by that Containment Unit. Gauss was also blessed in another way. He resonated with Prudence first. Whether she knew it or not, her natural resistance to Madness extended itself to Gauss, making his brief interaction with it much less impactful. The culmination of effects leading to the lack of Madness Noah felt now.

After just a while of the healing Wavelength reinvigorating him, Gauss was at least able to stand, using Noah was a support. The rejection that shot through his left arm was being stabilized by the calming effect of the Wavelength. Did jack shit for the pain, but at the least he could use it instead of it laying limp like a vestigial lump of flesh.

'I'm alright, thanks,' Gauss answered him, loud and clear internally. Their communication, while not precisely as synchronized as someone he spent as much time with as Sara, definitely more clear than what one might expect from a first time connecting, let alone an initial Resonance. 'You did the electric thing, too, yeah? How about you stick with me? I'm down a weapon, clearly, and it didn't look like you were having any luck with your last go at this. And since you and wolf-girl aren't paired, I assumed there's an issue there, too," Gauss proposed, still internally speaking to Noah.

Thing about Gauss is he could multi-task. Prudence walked off. He couldn't blame her, but watching her go did sadden him some. Perhaps he expected her to at least check on him, perhaps he didn't want to give her an impression of weakness. Perhaps, he didn't want to lose that feeling of flight. While he had his internal dialogue with Noah, he walked forward to try and catch up to Prudence. Not much of a chance to get a word off edge-wise as Zari approached her. Gauss went wide-eyed and stood still for a moment, even that ambitious Soul of his Noah was seeing earlier stood still. Gauss knew that feeling of Madness, and for a second he felt a spark from it inside the tattooed Meister. Unlike his last encounter with it, the collar worked wonders as in just two brief clicks and a few briefer seconds, Zari was out cold with Midori checking on him and Jarvis giving commentary.

There was a split second decision to me made here. Fear and respect the Madness, or ignore it to continue with his agenda. His instinct was to stop. In part because of the agony he just went through. Whether it was due to Noah's wavelength keeping him calm or his own headstrong nature, Gauss wasn't about to just give in to his primal fears. He moved on.

"Prudence," he said aloud. But, he didn't go on one of his long rants. He didn't dress anything up with flowery language. He didn't do anything. He just called out to her. He wasn't that far away, so getting her attention shouldn't have been an issue. After what had gone on, though, and the fact he hadn't said a word to her since, he wasn't sure where they stood. He didn't intend on asserting himself here. He just wanted to see if he could get her attention.

 

[The Regal Rper]

Zosar | DWMA | Lot C

Adrasteia Chandrice. That name...why was it so familiar..

It hit him right as they touched. Where she shook his hand and he returned it with one of his own. Just as Sara herself had shown up to introduce herself

Samsen Steel. That was her old partner. The infamous debacle that had spread like wildfire over the Steel's situation. Brutally assaulted by his own partner after she'd caved to some sort of psychotic break. In that brief moment while he watched the interaction silently between Sara and Adra, Zosar's memory afixed Adra's old appearance to her current visage.

Ah, how could I miss this. The glasses, hair, clothes- time changed people, it had clearly done a number on her. The fact it took this long for him to realize it was even her was a testament to how much she had changed. The rumors he'd heard about her, about the sense of rebellion, about the disdain she felt towards her old partner, how some rumors went darker and said she would have killed him and even tainted her own soul to go as far as to devour him. Yet meeting her in person, she was nothing like many of the rumors claimed her to be. Not a psychotic freak, not some monster wearing a disguise, her soul was not tainted with corruption. Though he could see from it the spring of Madness that lingered dormantly. From what she had been to what she was now- how much of the Madness had changed her like it changed Kasper, like it changed Becky, like it tended to change anyone whose own internal madness had been stoked to come alive? It was a curious thing really.

That was when it hit. The wave. From Kasper it came out very much like a wave. Omnidirectional. Spreading like water spilt over a surface. He'd sensed it before it hit. The ripple effect near instant.

Where is the respect?

The voice emerged just as both Adrasteia and Sara buckled under the influence of Madness. Just as Athena fell and Kasper was forced back into his human form by Cyrus. From his senses he was aware of Midori and Emira moving. In that exact moment, he too began fighting it. Yet he could not fight the voice that pushed its way through.

Two years. Eight hundred and twenty-one days. Shackled, made nothing more than a lesser. We were better once. How much longer will you tolerate this? Just look. Look at them.

And he looked. He could feel the way the Madness blossomed in each of his peers. The ones most sensitive in particular.

Athena was down and that somehow only bolstered the inferno. Kasper was knocked out, and somehow that tripled the rage. Yet it was not rage at what they suffered, it was one born of disgust.

Look at how they suffer. And he did. His senses locked on to the first target.

Dani's soul became impossible to ignore. The first he took notice. It screamed, shrieked bloodlust, he could feel the heat of her anger even though he was nowhere near her. Fury unlike anything he had ever expected in one so quiet, yet now that he could feel the intensity of it- he knew she no better. Zari's sense of rage, sparked by his madness- the hyperawareness of whom his fury was directed at washed over him. Adra's mania- the intense desire to let it all out, Sara's bloodlust growing--

We should--

--Midori appeared and Zosar barely even heard his commands. They went in one ear and out the other yet his voice gave Zosar clarity. So preoccupied with the situation at hand and so focused was Zosar in controlling his own Madness that it hardly registered that he was struggling his own battle, hence the reason he'd yet to move at all.

Vermin. The voice commented, as Midori departed to attend to Zari. A whisper in his ear.

How much longer will you tolerate these insults on our person? This shackle that spits on our efforts. These people who see you nothing more as disposable at the drop of a hat. These filth, so close to falling that are your 'allies' you can't even trust.

His wavelength spiked, an attempt to do harm.

Willpower suppressed it as the fingers on his right hand twitched, flexed.

Kill them. Kill them both. They are beyond saving. Perform our duty, remove the scum. As his senses picked up on the bloodlust growing within Adra and Sara both.

Break this shackle and unleash our true might.

Somehow, Sara and Adrasteia wrenching control was also what forced him to snap out of it. Fighting to control his own wavelength as it spiked repeatedly between him suppressing it and his own Madness unleashing it, with a grimace and shiver that led into him taking two steps back. Zosar scowled as he shook his right hand out as if it'd gone numb. Eyeing both the girls, with a single response: "If you guys need help, I've got a shoulder you can lean on. " He offered both the werewolf and the chain whip Weapon.

Though in truth he was disturbed. Disturbed, by the thoughts that had entered his mind earlier, but unwilling to simply avoid the two now when it was clear both might need the help. "We should hurry, and get ourselves evaluated. Come on now. Let's get going." He advised, as he glanced in the direction of where Cyrus stood, where others were starting to gather. The Earth Shaman Meister waiting a distance away with a curious eye. Wondering if they might need the extra support or if he should keep his distance.

Once the three had reached their destination, Zosar would take a moment to calm himself. A thin layer of sweat coated his forehead and the fingers of his right hand twitched of their own volition. The desire to kill, faintly there. He had always thought he had perfect control. It was no mystery to him that Madness had the power to ruin even the most stalwart individuals. That was what made it so deadly, so dangerous and why the pandemic had been so terrifying. As someone from the very group that sacrificed their livelihood to help bring its chaos to an end, he knew better than anyone just how dangerous Madness was. Becky had been his first exposure to it whenever she'd been riled up enough to give into her own sensitivity. Others who had been afflicted like Becky on that fateful mission that had ended his father's life had also given him a glimpse at how Madness affected others differently in person.

To have his own stirred up like this however. What he'd just felt himself considering.

The twitching stopped, he clenched his hand- exhaled and focused on remaining calm.

They aren't scum. None of them are.

He told himself. Not glancing at anyone or even looking at any direction. He didn't need to when he could feel their souls. Though his eyes did wander to both Sara and Adra who were not far from him. While he knew nothing of Adrasteia, Sara had been kind to him so far. It would be rude to repay that kindness with such coldness. Rude to think of her in such a light. Rude to think of anyone here in fact, in such a manner. He was here, yet if he was not scum how could he think the rest were by comparison? Did he really see himself so above others somewhere deep down?

It was disturbing thought. Something he'd never considered. He'd always thought of himself as humble. The idea that he had just been looking down on everyone just now due to his own anger...

They aren't scum. He repeated.

Though he could not help but focus his senses on the one soul that stood out to him the most. Emira's.

He did not look in her direction. Yet he could not help but wonder. Disturbed even further that had it been her in front of him instead of Adra and Sara, what would he have done?

What was wrong with that young woman's soul?

Resolved, after this- Zosar was convinced that once he found his partner- he would seek Emira out and question her about it. He needed to know. So at the very least he could know whether his judgement of her was right or not.

Mentions: Britt-21 & Phayne Sir Les Paul

Interactions: Midori, Kyuubey Merciless Medic Sybil

 

[Sybil]

Adrasteia Chandrice

Sweet, noxious, yet exhilarating chaos sewed itself only to be unraveled seconds later, the weapon barely making it past and uttering exasperated words. The meisters nearest her finally came back into her reality moments later, the feeling of Sara around her with an arm and Zosar offering help as well. It was...

Claustrophobic. They were too close... it was just more people touching her. More people probing her. Doctors. Mages. Psychopaths. Meisters. Some even a mix. Everyone seemed to think they were able to touch her. Her body shivered, holding in her emotions which were just put to their extreme like a sick stress test. She stood up, shirking the arm around her as her jaw clenched from the whole situation. The only thing that pulled her from her deciding what to do about the meisters being so close was the announcement for people to line up and be inspected.

"We have... somewhere to be apparently..." She stood and walked with Zosar and likely Sara, her eyes dulling in life as her mind did what it did best nowadays. Overthink. She thought to the last time she broke, similarly given madness then restrained and brought to a low. Madness to her had been a battery that borrowed its energy, and whenever it left it robbed her of the energy it took. While it was only a few seconds, it left her with a slight soreness all over. She couldn't relax, and her memories from the Paean program only brought the worst out of her as she was reminded of how she was violated. Samsen was.... horrid. But that surgeon on the island had opened her mind and soul open only to butcher it. It took countless therapy sessions for her to be able to physically make contact, but her soul never got that comfortability back. The image of the surgeon never left her.



Adrasteia never stopped building walls thanks to her, which only made the idea of pairing once the memories flooded her almost seem impossible. It was the product of a brain overthinking, but not unwarranted.

"You both... are better off with other weapons." Her words spilled forth with this weak defense against partnering in a program that was requiring it. She let out a breath, fixing her hair as she hid the state of her nails and fingers. Only now did she realize she had bitten her fingertips as well, trying to hide the small amounts of blood in clenched hands as she stood where instructed.

coded by: @s e v e n​

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Mentions: Sir Les Paul
Interacts: Merciless Medic The Regal Rper​

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Xander
Interaction:​

To summarise the situation at hand with a single quote was simple really simple honestly “oh boy, that escalated quickly”. Was what Xander though when the situation exploded into a maddening mess. Holding back an I told you so Midori ran off as Xander had pointed the situation out already though this wasn‘t exactly the time to be smug frankly the monster cat didn’t know what to think. He’d not actually witness madness before so the strange wave that washed over him for mere moments left him confused and unsettled. “What the fuck was that about“ xander mumbled under his breath. Others clearly not handling the situation as well as Xander but maybe that was because the sense of confusion was far stronger then whatever else was effecting the others, however with the disabling of 2 of the students things seemed to calm down? Somewhat? The appearance of what looked like additional instructors ordered everyone who was fine to just gather up. With a shrug Xander followed the instructions walking towards the spot and scratching his head Xanders ears flattened sideways against his head tail dropped down and brushing against the ground behind him. “Anyone got any idea what the hell happened Becuse that was fucking wield and I have no bloody clue“ Xander voiced his feeling outloud an expression of worry replacing the somewhat smug confidence the cat normally possessed.

 

[Mqueserasera]

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

The slightest sign of irritation from the brief encounter with Zari still remained on Prudence’s face when she was addressed by Thaddeus. When she halted and turned halfway towards the Meister, she looked puzzled. Did he not hear Cyrus’ order? Their mentor did not strike her as one with much patience. And frankly, idle chatting at this time seemed highly inappropriate.

“Yes?” She kept her patience well enough, regardless. Without much reservation or consideration, her gaze darted to his injured hand. “Don’t push yourself.” Her tone was perfectly matter-of-fact. And the degree of gentleness in her concern was much like that of an overburdened medic in a war zone who was patching up at least five dying men at the same time. “Take a rest if you must.” She spoke nothing about the likelihood of their partnership. She was not sure after all if the incident hadn’t left a prolonged effect on his ability. And though he would still be her ideal partner if that wasn’t to be the case, she opted to hedge the bet for now. “At any rate, that was one unfortunate turn of event. I hope you can recover soon.”

Then she lingered a bit before him, as it seemed polite to allow him a few words at least. But her mind was set on proceeding to the line behind Cyrus and getting all this over with.

 

[Merciless Medic]

• Sara Middleton
• Noah Wiley

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  Sara Middleton​

  
  Location: Lot C
  Interactions: Adra ( Sybil ), Zosar ( The Regal Rper ), Suzu, Emira
  Mentions: Basically everyone
  

  
  Sara's inner turmoil of blood and guts only lasted for so long. Yet, it stained her, tainted her thoughts. It was going to be a while until she can go around and not think about wanting to take a chunk out of someone nearby. She thought she was better than that. Humans didn't even taste that great; their blood too metallic for her taste. Yet, bloodlust made the taste of human flesh more enjoyable, she wanted to maim and tear with her claws and teeth, lose herself in the feel of someone else's blood matting up her hair and fur, sticking to her skin, just eat and rip-
  
  No. She was okay. She just needed to take in a breath, close off her olfactory senses so Zosar's scent didn't derail her, and focus on helping Adra. Get her to the officials. She noticed Gauss was trying to use Noah as a support stick and trying to get Prudence's attention, medical officials were everywhere, a floating eye was there, Dani seemed okay as Nadia seemed to help her, Adrian and Xander were standing in a line, Azariah seemed unconscious as Jarvis hovered over him, and Suzu was off nearby with Emira being comforted.
  
  

  But did the air reek of rotten eggs.​

  
  Sara then noticed Adra got uncomfortable based on her pheromones and took her arms away as Adra shrugged them off. Her arms still tingled with the everlasting effects of her barbed soul. Realizing that they needed to go and, with Adra's words, Sara stood up and walked with Adra and Zosar, trying to get a rein on her own Madness. That's when she heard Adra speak. Adra likely won't choose her. If that's the case, Sara had made a grave mistake and she should have chosen Suzu. She can just smell the heartbreak coming from the poor girl and Sara felt like she was a horrible person.
  
  

  Why was she even here if she hurt people she was supposed to be friends with and care for? Why was she even in this program? Because she was a dangerous monster who needed to learn to control herself? Because she was a menace to society that not even her own community found her as a mainstay? Were they happy she was leaving to work with the DWMA like her mother before her? ​

  
  No, that can't be it. She was an excellent friend to those she knew. She'd never-
  
  

  Weren't these weapons supposed to choose? Why was she not chosen? Was she just replaceable?​

  
  She looked to Zosar, realizing he was also not chosen. Still, it didn't make her feel any better. Her paranoia went down a spiral. Who were these new people? The medical officials scared her, reminding her too much of the experiments and the "care" the scientists and doctors put her through during her hazy virial episode.
  
  She should have just died on that bed. She was a runt. A successful one given the circumstances, yes, but not one worthy of a weapon either. Only weapon who actually wanted her was Noah, and he's helping someone right now.
  
  The Madness wavelength, while it only hit her for three seconds, she was struggling with it. She made the mistake of suppressing it. She should have done something else. She wasn't talented at Sound Mind Training, yet she needed to learn. She was sensitive to Madness. Looking to Adra, it probably was a good idea she didn't want her. Adra had Madness. If Sara paired with someone who had Madness, who knew what could happen. She needed someone like Noah. Introverted, kind, a resistance to Madness.
  
  Suzu.
  
  But she already broke the girl's heart. Her mind was swimming and she lagged behind, not wanting to bother with anyone at the moment. For the first few times in her life, she wanted to be alone. Just alone. Not only did she want to hurt someone or something, the Madness having a lingering affect on her bloodlust, but she felt tired. Unmotivated. In a dark hole. Depression never really hit Sara, so when it did this time it scared her from the alien feeling - or lack thereof. Her ears were pinned back, her tail between her legs. Everybody else was preoccupied with themselves and their partners. Seemed like Zosar was close to walking off or staying with them. Her normal positivity tried to force its way to the forefront, but it required so much effort. It required just too much effort.
  
  Was this what Suzu felt? Was this what she smelled from her?
  
  Having been surrounded by people all her life, Sara was always busy tending to the needs of others and entertaining everyone with her antics. But she felt odd here. She didn't belong. While everyone here could maybe have some camaraderie with being fuck-ups, Sara didn't think she even fit here. Did people actually need her? Since Noah found Gauss, did he actually need her as a Meister anymore? The idea of pushing people away was a tempting thought, but she closed her eyes, breathed in shakily through her nose, and calmed herself. She can work through this. Even though it felt like trudging through tar in hell's fires.
  
  Sara realized that this feeling of wanting to be alone was a familiar sensation from long ago. It called to her, beckoned her like that sweet, honeyed voice she heard earlier when the Madness hit everyone, swamped over them all like a gasoline over a fire. Oh, it sparked hers alright.
  
  Come and be alone, Sara. It'd say. Stay with us in the darkness. No one else needs you.
  
  Sara held in the urge to cry with gritted teeth. She needed to find someone who can help with her growing fears. As she looked around, she realized just how dangerous everyone looked. Growing fearful, she backed away from the officials, disappearing from Adra's and Zosar's side like a leaf on the wind. She saw that Suzu was left alone with Emira, so she slowly made her way towards them, her feet trudging with the lifelessness her body craved.
  
  She was just so tired. Darkness beckoned her.
  
  As she found her way by Suzu's side, Sara sat down, her back towards the group, her gaze forlornly cast on the ground. "H-Hey, Suzu. Are you by chance... Resistant to Madness? 'Cause if you are..." Her voice sounded tired. Drained of life and emotion unlike before when she spoke to Suzu earlier. "I'm sorry I'm just a fuck-up. I was scared of hurting you, but now I need you because I know you can help. Please help me." Unwanted tears streamed down her face, lips and chin quivering as she stared at Suzu, then Emira, then towards the ground as she mirrored the posture Suzu had earlier before Emira arrived - her arms holding her knees as she pressed her forehead against her arms. "I'm sorry, I didn't meant to hurt you. I was just so terrified and now I'm just terrified and tired and it's scratching in my head and... I'm never like this and it's scaring me. I don't want to be alone again, not anymore. My partner is with someone else-" she sniffled, her voice cracking and sounding pitiful. "-and I'm pretty sure he's taken now and I..." She paused, and she stopped crying suddenly, her voice so quiet. "I don't need him, I don't need anyone..." As if mulling over her own thoughts and biting her lip to the point of bleeding, she said with a much stronger voice. "But I need you..."
  
  She didn't dare look. She forced her eyes into her arms, keeping the sniffling and the crying at bay as she awaited Suzu's response.
  
  
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  Noah Wiley​

  
  Location: Lot C
  Interactions: Gauss ( Sir Les Paul ), Prudence ( Mqueserasera ) (more like a mention but eh)
  Mentions: Adra, Zosar, Zari, Jarvis, Midori
  

  
  Tch, now usin' me as some poor man's stick? Ah, oh well, ya need it. Glad you're doin' better, at least.
  
  The words he thought/said in their merging soul spaces echoed out, sounding vaguely sympathetic based on what Noah's true feelings were despite his mockingly teasing retort. While Noah wasn't exactly impressed at the way his form was being used, it didn't deter him from trying to help reinvigorate Gauss and keep his new Meister's soul from 'falling apart'. He noticed his soul was weakened from the attack with Kasper. He didn't know if he was seeing voids within the magnetic void, but he was determined to at least fix that. He was surprised to hear Gauss sounding so clear. Sara's communication with him was like if they were talking right next to each other. With Gauss it was a further distance away, but they can still make out the words so clearly. It wasn't really hazy, just as if they were communicating through a tunnel.
  
  Shining on the metal grafts, Noah looked out of his weapon form to see...
  
  Well, for a lack of a better term: Chaos.
  
  The one person he took immediate notice was Zari. He was knocked out cold and Jarvis was poking him and Midori was helping him. At least he had a smile on his face, but a part of him felt pulled to help him, too. Maybe just one little tap on the shoulder.
  
  No, he'd get punched. He'd rather not try that again.
  
  His intention to help Zari was probably felt by Gauss, but Noah stayed connected with his Meister. He wasn't going to be budging and him leaving might as well just him giving a 'fuck you' card to Gauss and saying 'hasta la vista, dick' before going to Zari. No, Jarvis and Midori had it under control, and so did those collars. He also noticed Sara, Adra, and Zosar walking together, until Sara moved away. He knew that look she was showing. It was the same look she gave when she was recounting her time with the MIBVI virus. He gave her a shoulder to cry on (or more like she just took it anyway) and comforted her with what he could. She was terrified, a gamut of confusing emotions she's rarely felt because, simply, she didn't want to feel anything else but happy all the time and only anger sometimes. Happy and anger were the two emotions she was most full of. That's all she needed.
  
  No sentient brain ever worked like that though.
  
  Sighing, he heard Gauss' question and smirked. Ah, well, seems like my partner's gonna find someone else. He shrugged. Yeah, I do the lightnin' thing. Also, haha, good pun. He said with a deadpan expression towards the 'stick' comment, but he didn't fully hate it and was only a little irritated which can be felt. Technically, we had a plan to be paired, but upon seein' everyone else, we parted ways. We'd probably benefit the most from havin' someone else. Also, ya thinkin' of turnin' to Zeus with me? Noah smirked. Saw ya flyin' earlier and thought that would be funny. Though, you're gonna have to help teach me how to use my wavelength and lightnin', ya rich kid prodigy. He teased, thought that was when he heard Gauss' physical voice reverberate around him.
  
  Why's he calling for Prudence? She was just walking back to the line, wasn't she? Did he want to make sure she stayed his partner? She seemed more preoccupied with his injury and leaving to the line anyway. Noah shrugged, speaking to Gauss through the soul space. Eh, I think she's got some bit of hope that your soul will be up-n-at-em when you're feelin' better. You'll get her back. He nonchalantly waved away the worry.
  
  

 

[The Regal Rper]

Zosar | DWMA | Lot C

As they moved, just before they reached where Cyrus requested the others gather, he had sensed the lingering turmoil in them both. And when he looked, he could see it. Sara's uncertainty was powerful. Adra's anxiety writhed. It did not take a genius to know that you generally did not go coddling up to people who had just went through a 'episode'. And all of them had, and in general, he had no interest being touched as well. Yet he could not help but detect the varying feelings spiked in individual souls. From the tapering bloodlust that was dying down as he looked towards Nadia and Dani, to the concern Noah was showing Gauss.

The most outspoken factors given his proximity: Sara, and the Bell Weapon ahead. Yet despite his glance in the direction of where Emira was aiding the lone Weapon, his attention focused more on the two he was closest to at the moment. Sara and Adra.

It was strange having a revelation dawn on him at this exact moment as he observed his two peers from a distance. Madness itself was a strange thing, and his own had just revealed some things he was not sure how to even voice. The overwhelming feeling of disgust he had felt at the fact they were caving to their own Madness, despite the fact he himself had been also- was telling. It was the sort of disdain he felt whenever targets had been specifically assigned to him and squads to take care of on certain missions when he'd been starting out as a field operative. Yet here, he was not surrounded by people he had come to know through trials and errors and tribulations over years, most if not all were knew to him.

And as he watched the paramedics, it seemed the only two people he had any former decent history with, were going to be carted away. Out of here, and therefore out of his life for the mean time.

He watched them work then turned his attention away to the others. Trying not to think about what Becky, Allan, Susan, Mark, Daryl or the others were doing, right now.

He felt...sad at the realization there was no one here he had a background with aside from Midori. But even Midori had a job to do.

Even after rediscovering Adra, he could not say he knew her well and it was clear she was not too keen on either of their presence. He knew Samsen and Adrasteia through rumors, but that was no different from how the others might 'know him' now.

Perhaps he had allowed himself to become too comforted by the prospect of certainty and details. Where he knew the details to afford the comfort or didn't have to worry about heavy details in the case he was going to execute a target that deserved it. When he'd started out he had time to get to know many members of EAT. Two years was a long time. And everything had been set up to work smoothly. It was fixed, static. Here, he had nothing like that. The cover was gone, he was out in the open- Cyrus had made that clear and yet despite trying to turn over a new leaf he had to actually wonder here: Did he think, on some level, that if he had the opportunity, he would flee as fast as he could as quickly as he could?

A part of him said without hesitation: Yes. This was not living, this was surviving.

He would run. He now knew, somewhere deep down, if he was given the chance he would run. He didn't hate it here, but he hated the position he was in and how that painted everything else by extension. Yet he wanted out of it. So much so he had decided to agree to the prospect of joining FATE, just so he could get back to doing something more familiar.

Time would tell. He certainly hadn't felt a swell of pride joining the program, more like an acceptance of it being necessary. Midori had been the one to give him advice on that when he'd been weighing what to do- and ultimately his distaste at remaining a locked prisoner had won out.

Thoughts could not wander for long, and while he had missed the glances Sara had shot him, he had not missed the turmoil of his peers. He turned both eyes to look at them. Just as Adra herself spoke.

Then he watched with a small frown as Sara hit her peak, and separated from them on the last bit they had left to join the line.

Two parts of him warred to say something to her as she fled. The side that did not trust a soul here wanted the evidence to fixate on and confirm that he truly would be alone. That even if Midori was his friend, he would not hesitate to turn and cut him down if given a reason. That even if Sara had been protective of him, she too would flee when push came hard. It was just a part of relationships. Separation when it was too much. It was better to allow these connections to everyone, to remain temporary. The eyes he had on him were just constraints that would continue even after he graduated this program. No one would want to side with someone like that. Not when he knew just how far some people would go to protect their reputations after toiling so hard to get them where they were.

The other part, was the part that made his arm move, and then switch it from trying to touch Sara's shoulder to placing it on his hip. She was sensitive right now and that would be a bad move, was his thought. So he rather let her go. It was too familiar to see her lacking such energy. It reminded him of a friend.

Marty had always been so rambunctious. When he was down he expressed it visibly and was terrible at hiding it. Now that he had the image of him in mind, he could see the resemblance between the two. Sara reminded him of Marty in some ways. Though he'd been a Sorcerer and wasn't a werewolf, it was that same protective, rambunctious sort of energy that had probably also been what plunged him into his death back in those fights against the Outlaws in Spain.

He shook his head watching her, more so to clear Marty's phantom image out of his eyes till he could see Sara once more before he turned his attention to the chain whip Weapon.

"[I'll be honest with you, I highly doubt that." He said in reference to her statement about finding other partners. "[I don't know about her, but I think we should still give it a shot. I understand if you'd like to wait till after we all get evaluated, but my offer still stands. I'd like to try at the very least before crossing the possibility off. You're a whip, right? I've used flail type Weapon's before in the past and other Weapons of unique prospects that provide a mid range advantage. If you're that against it, I understand." He reassured her. Though a part of him bristled at the idea, he forced that down to let the empathy take over. It made sense, after well, all of this. No one would be motivated to do anything and from what he was reading off Adra's soul, he could tell she was on the edge.

"[I would still like us to at least try and then if we aren't a match, we'll know it wasn't meant to be for certain." He pressed gently. All while keeping his distance from Adra in the process, understanding clearly that getting closer was the wrong move. Especially when he himself had no interest to get near her given what he'd been fighting against earlier.

Mentions: Kyuubey Merciless Medic

Interactions: Sybil

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Azariah "Zari" Vasher
It was dark down here. At the bottom of the long fall, there was nothing. Nothing more than cold, hard, black ground and the little bit of distance that separated Azariah from the flaming beast across from him. Its mighty crooked horns curled towards the black sky, its skinless jaws frozen in a perpetual roar that shook the ground, and its burning claws hovering towards him slowly. It's fiery gaze burned with hatred for resisting it. For containing it here, within his soul. Away from anything it could make hurt, bleed, or suffer. Anything but Azariah. It was okay though, let it have its fun. Eventually it would grow tired and he could wake back up. Be it an a hour, a day, a week, Zari wasn't scared anymore. In his head, even as he lay unconscious and alone, he had won. Even if it was thanks to the collar, this beast was stuck in here with him just as much as he was with it. No amount of pain could take away that satisfaction.

But why did Jarvis seem so concerned? It was a peripheral memory at best, but he definitely didn't seem to support these last few actions. Did he not ask for Zari to do all the work?

As the claws hovered close, Zari's attention was pulled from the demon towards the faintest sound echoing down from the skies far above. Much to the dismay of his demon, he closed it out and listened intently. Several voices were speaking around him, but it was hard to make out their words. One seemed solemn, one angry, and one filled with disappointment or... determination? It seemed a strange mix, but it was what he heard.

A shift at the corner of his eye foretold the incoming strike, and Zari flipped backwards through the air at the nick of time, just as the burning claw passed under him. When he landed he was offered no reprieve, as a fist came raining down towards him, but he slipped backwards and away to avoid getting crushed into the pavement. They'd done this song and dance a million times, but eventually it always ended with himself battered and bruised.

“What the hell is wrong with you—“

Zari's eyes went wide. There it was again. The momentary distraction led him to lean into a glancing blow, tearing his right arm open and rendering it useless. Still, he refused to focus on the demon intent on mangling his soul. He wanted to hear more from the outside. A swipe from the left, dodge. A breath of fire, duck in behind its own arm to avoid it. All the while paying more attention to the outside world than the hell he was stuck in. A look of frustration flashed over his features. They were trying to speak to him. Someone - anyone - wanted to say something to him, and he was shut away from it. He didn't want to be alone anymore, nobody had wanted to speak to him in years! How could he possibly be content here, battling his proverbial demons while someone outside was speaking to him.

He soared through the air away from another strike, landing on the collar bone of his monster, and pushed away with the power of a soul force. Of course it was in vain. Much like this shape of him wasn't any more physical than a thought, the beast only shrugged away momentarily before coming back at him with redoubled efforts.

"-then he was a shitty meister to start with and shouldn't be in FATE in the first place.”

Jarvis - he was... still here? Had he accepted the apology? Was a second chance in the cards for him this time? He danced away from the slashes and swipes of his beast, each glancing so close to him that his clothes tore. No, second chances didn't exist - he knew that - but still... There was that feeling. The one where it's like a freezing hand gripping your heart. That everyday feeling of despair, anxiety, and helplessness. He didn't feel that when nothing mattered. That feeling only came when something mattered. On one shoulder, his devil of tortured experience and grizzled disillusion whispered that he better fend for himself, but on the other was that little flicker of hope. That voice in the back of his head that really, truly wanted what was best for him. A faint prayer for love, life, and camaraderie.

Then, in front of him was the fiery, roaring want to give in and die. Trying was so hard. Just meld into the earth and wash away. Leave your life in the hands of another, and stop existing.

- but this was just the first step of his journey. For the first time, he saw a way out. A little window of light in the air, like a mirror into the real world. There were people around him that he could not make out, vague shapes that looked at him with what felt like concern. It was out of reach. Too high to jump. He backed until he hit a black, coarse wall of darkness, and looked back to the monster staring down at him with condescension, as if to mock his hopes of ever leaving its clutches. Then, Zari closed his eyes. He promised he would try. He promised Jarvis he'd do the work. He'd never broken a promise.

An open claw swung down towards him, and as it met with his shape Zari swung back. A cloud of ethereal dust scattered as the trajectory was altered down into the ground, where the claws were now stuck. Zari appeared out of the cloud, running up its arm, leaping to its face, and kicking off of the surprised expression of his madness. Almost there. Just a few more inches. A claw dug into his leg, but he threw out his arm, and...

“What are you smiling about, Freak?”

Where his hand had previously gripped white nothing, Azariah now found himself grabbing hard at Midori's shirt. He'd awoken with a jolt, eyes wide open and out of breath, staring at the teacher who'd checked on him so kindly, and was surprised to find his wavelength momentarily reduced down to a bare ember. His confusion and surprise quickly changed to glee as he realized he wasn't burning them yet, and his eyes darted over to Jarvis with a wide smile. "You're still here."

His lingered on his would-be weapon for a moment longer, before his head jerked back and he searched with his gaze for the one he'd reacted to. Prudence. She wasn't far, she'd just stopped to talk to someone - Gauss. He knew his name. Gauss. Zari tore himself from the two and scrambled across the ground towards her, albeit slowly. A sudden "I don't hate you!" escaped his throat. "I don't hate you. I don't know you! I-..." His words were interrupted by a hacking cough, and his following "I could though, if that's..." was much more silent. He was forced to stop and fall down on his hands. The rods were still pressed tight against his throat and neck, and he knew from experience that they would be for a while. There was no electrical whirring, but he still put a hand up to his throat to separate the collar as slightly as he could. The pain wasn't bad, but the currents always made breathing and moving difficult for a while.

He sat back onto his behind, realizing that he couldn't keep pushing himself right now. His tired glances went back and forth between the few close to him before settling on Jarvis again, and he forced another fatigued smile. Then came a barely audible whisper. "I thought you didn't want to have to do anything."

Mqueserasera QuirkyAngel Sir Les Paul

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Jarvis Briseis - DWMA, Lot C

Zari’s sudden awakening startled Jarvis, but it was followed by the blossoming feeling of relief that eased the tension in the bloodsucker’s shoulders. Tension that he’d never admit—at least aloud—to being there in the first place, but Jarvis couldn’t say he’d ever been great at communicating with others, especially at the heart-to heart-level and certainly not with another guy. Since becoming a bloodsucker, he’d avoided humans, limiting all interactions to whatever was strictly necessary (to feed and live). Dealing with them was bothersome. Dealing with anyone besides Blackie was exhausting.

Yet here we are.

Withdrawing his finger from where he’d been prodding at Zari’s cheek, Jarvis observed the boy that reminded him of Atli as he scrambled after Prudence. Or, at least, tried to. Didn't get very far. Physically there was no resemblance whatsoever. However soul-wise there were…some…things in common. Jarvis wasn’t deluded enough to consider Zari to be a second Alti. Atli was already dead. The choices made in the past couldn’t be undone. Jarvis wasn’t even sure if he wanted them undone...given he doubted he would do anything differently if given the chance to do it over...but there was something he wanted to regain.

He wouldn’t have come to DWMA if there wasn’t.

His eyes traveled over to where Prudence had rejoined Gauss and Noah, noticing the shield girl still looked sightly irritated and sighed. Making an enemy the first day of class sounded like it would be a such a pain. He wouldn't much rather Prudence demanded compensation than harbor and bottle resentment towards his meister that could produce problems later. Less of a hassle that way. At least Zari tried to explain himself to her...sort of. 'I don't hate you' didn't really explain much of why he tried to attack her in the first place. Jarvis's eyes returned to Zari.

“…I still don't want to do anything,” Jarvis shrugged. “But you’ve changed my mind a bit. Just barely.”

Straightening, Jarvis walked over and extended his hand to the boy who was no resting on his behind after a coughing fit. “Besides, I wouldn’t be much of a partner—or a weapon—if I ditched you when you needed me. Can you walk on your own or should I carry you…?”

Jarvis tilted his head, scrutinizing the tired-looking boy who had just tried and failed to scramble after Prudence.

“Actually, scratch the question. It’d be faster if I just do the latter.”

The Blue Reaper didn’t look like the patient sort. Zari needed to get ‘scanned for madness’—or whatever DWMA’s protocol for dealing with madness were—as well. Jarvis probably did too. Given the MIBVI virus outbreak, he couldn’t exactly blame them for being wary, but he was curious what they intended to use to contain the madness, given there was no cure for it…as far as he was aware. Magical tools? Spells? Magitech hadn’t been around when he was in school, so Jarvis wasn’t even going to pretend to understand how all those magical gizmos they’d given him worked. Jarvis couldn’t even say he’d ever been shocked by the collar he wore before …which he only wore to lessen DWMA’s suspicion of him.

A bloodsucker. A former student who had disobeyed rules and orders to act on his own at his own personal discretion.

Sighing, Jarvis easily lifted Zari onto his back, positioning the boy's arms so it was around Jarvis’s neck and supporting the legs. Jarvis glanced back at Midori. “I can take him to the line to get his madness checked since he’s fine now, right Mr. Mentor? Or is there anything else you need to look at?”

The bloodsucker honestly had no idea whether the Star Clan weapon was an experienced medical expert or not. He didn’t look like it…but Jarvis knew better than to judge a book by its cover. Humans were fragile creatures. If there were special treatments Zari needed after getting shocked by his collar, Jarvis wouldn’t know. He couldn’t say he knew what he was doing medical-wise either, beyond basic first aid. Even then, Jarvis hadn’t had to tend to anyone in years. Not since he’d been alive.

Eyes finally getting a chance to take in his surroundings, Jarvis notice that—further away from them—a group of girls (including Sara) seemed to be…crying? Did madness make people sad as well? Brows furrowed a bit, Jarvis observed the group curiously for a moment before politely looking away, his red eyes shifting to the medics that arrived, to the other students that were getting to line, then back to Midori. He could smell all the blood in the air, sense the depressing atmosphere that seemed to fill Lot C, but his focus was on the boy on his back. On finishing whatever the F.A.T.E program had in store, so he could return to bed.

Then the sound of a clear bell ringing across the lot caused Jarvis to grimace, dropping Zari as the bloodsucker instinctively moved his hands to cover his ears. His fangs once more emerged.

“…This really isn’t my day...”

Prizzy Kriyze Sir Les Paul

(mentioned: Mineczka Merciless Medic Mqueserasera Kyuubey )

 

[Sybil]

Adrasteia Chandrice

The wolf was gone, and the absence was a noticeable one only after a few moments. Something was irksome about it to Adrasteia, not that she would ever remark as such. One less problem, she would tell herself. One less issue to worry about.

It was also one more person to give up on her. Her mind couldn’t ignore that alternative view, but her consciousness would tell herself that the woman being gone was a win. It wouldn’t acknowledge anything else, the notion of opposition being deemed a betrayal and promptly ignored.

With that done the weapon turned their attention to the last meister, her eyes watching him as he spoke with wary eyes. He was not deterred… which was not good. There were no good outcomes in her mind from pairing up, yet here it was. The idea of mixing with another soul was uncomfortable, if not downright disgusting, but it was… inevitable. The instructor wouldn’t let her off the hook due to preference, not like she was a model student anymore. Hasn’t been for over 3-4 years…

“…. Fine, we can try it after they do their evaluation. Not like it will last long, I chewed through the people who tried to use me after Samsen.” She sighed, shoulder relaxing slightly but her mind still bothered by her own thoughts with no outlet. The only thing she could do was redirect the flow of constant thinking, so she directed it at Zosar.

“So don’t get your hopes up.” She tucked her hands in her pockets, the sound of a bell ringing across the field. The sound was eerie almost… and it messed with her inner world. A peaceful hand offered minor comfort, but her soul instinctively fought it and so did her mind. She clicked her tongue and glanced in the direction of the source, trying to narrow it down but her irritation made her impatient. She remarked to the discomfort aloud, but not loud enough more than Zosar could hear clearly.

“Who the fuck…. Great… more people poking into others…. Fuck people need to learn to keep their grubby hands out of other’s souls…” Her distaste for non-consensual tampering of emotions or of the soul now always left her violated, a result of her past incursions. Now even solely positive ones left her this way, a fact that thankfully she couldn’t tell who had done the act. The last thing she needed was a fight after being exposed to madness to just exhaust her from the collar’s resistance.

“…. Like I said…. It’s a waste of time. You probably won’t be able to even hold me.”

coded by: @s e v e n​

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Mentions: Merciless Medic Mineczka
Interacts: The Regal Rper​