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[Pumpkid]

Viola Chiodos
(Mentions: Phayne Astralworks Lady Warlock Lilliana2 RedLeftHand36 Prizzy Kriyze Meredith CelticHero37 Spiderverse Mineczka / Interactions: [N/A] )​

After taking a deep breath and self consultation, Viola felt that it was time to stop overreacting and join the group. This was ridiculous, she has to learn to overcome how to talk to people in a school flooded by students. The fact that no one has noticed her disappearance is enough evidence for her to realize her stupidity. Tightening the strings of her hoodie, Viola was hopeful it is enough to keep the fabric from revealing too much of her face as she stands to her feet, dusting away any dirt before rejoining the group. She comes to a halt when a tiny grain of gravel attracts her attention from above, surprised to see one of the Death Scythes perched on top of an archway with a book in hand with the title branded in bold, "A Renegade's Retribution". The only thing on the girl's mind aside from wondering what his purpose for revealing himself just now and for how long, is why he is desecrating a structure that my very well be stamped with foot prints.
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C.J. (A.K.A: Castiel Jester
(Mentions and Interactions: Everyone)​

CJ, one of the Death scythes out of the three of his twin brothers and the brains. Nobody outside of Death City knows about his existence unless a resident of Death City. Newcomers find out while attending. His appearance isn't exactly shouting "teacher", so to those below him must think he is a creeper of sorts. His gray eyes have been observing the interactions every so often while reading and patiently waiting for everyone to arrive. It was astounding how no one really noticed his presence taking a few mental notes for future references. Each character was an interesting one with their own quirks, overpowering their soul's personality. Some did not show their true nature externally finding it curious behind the matter. Another theory was their excitement got the best of them failing the first test, but allowed it to slide. Once one person noticed, being Viola, the rest followed catching their attention. His soul revealing for those to inspect themselves. Castiel's tired expression genuinely sprouts a welcoming smile.

"Glad to see everyone is here. Sorry for the interruption, but I thought we should start today's orientation before time runs out and we do need all of it." Nonchalantly, CJ drops from the building finally meeting the teens in person. "My name is CJ, short for Castiel Jester. I'm one of the Death Scythes of this academy. I'll be your tour guide for today. I'm not exactly an experienced teacher, so bare with me." A final scan of all the students. "Hmm...this is only half of the batch of students that we approved. Perhaps they're running late. I'll have to inform Lady Death." The porcelain man scribbles a note for the receptionist and tucks it into his hoodie's pocket. "Now, shall we get going?"

There wasn't a second to lose. CJ worked quick as if eager for what is in store. Inexperience is exactly what the guy is without bothering to allow anyone to talk. Viola couldn't help but sweat drop as to why put the guy in charge when he's representing the school in a terrible experience for the others, right? Regardless, she was already here and might as well get it over with.

As the group walk through the halls of a prestigious academy, nostalgia overwhelms Viola as she recalls when she too first stepped foot into the schools as a child. It was like a wonderland for those fanatics of the legendary stories. "Welcome to Death Weapon Meister Academy. As you can see, the inside of school is like a maze. Many do get lost on their first day, but we try our best to set labels to guide your way. We have a cafeteria, a balcony, sparring room and yes, we do have dormitories for those who signed up for a room." He halts at the front desk to hand in a note in which the receptionist takes a look. "Any questions or concerns you may have? Now is the time. When we hit our destination, I cannot provide you with answers."

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Quinn Aquila

Male | Seventeen | Meister | Sanguine Soul | Aquila | Interacting w/ Mineczka RedLeftHand36 Meredith Astralworks ​

"No problemo, bud. I got a couple." Quinn nodded at Erik. Owes me one. Good. He thought to himself, but didn't have time to consider how he could put that to good use before that energetic fellow popped out of nowhere again and started babbling over everyone else. That in and of itself didn't bother Quinn; this guy would just direct a lot of attention away from him if he let him continue. The thought of sucker punching him in the neck right there and then flashed by, but it wouldn't be a good look. Besides, the dull throbbing in Quinn's knuckles suggested otherwise. At least for now.

"I'd like to be friends. I think I'll get along with all of you, actually. We seem fairly... balanced."
Quinn turned to face Cadence, and his friendly smile grew once more. He looked down to see the extravagant sticker spelling out 'weapon' on her chest. Overachiever. He met her eyes with his trademark unerring gaze contrasted by his innocent smile, and said "You're a weapon! I heard you just before, barbed wire? That's cool." She was cute, but looked like a complete airhead. The way she kind of avoided his gaze when he talked to her reminded him of a puppy. He didn't like puppies. But I guess they can be trained. "You'd have to be pretty creative with a form like that, I bet."

He could picture it. The light fading from some poor asshole's eyes as his life was being choked out of him by a barbed wire slowly digging into his neck. Pulled hard and fast enough, it could have an effect not entirely unlike a chainsaw, couldn't it? His smile grew a little more at the thought of the pain he could inflict with that. That... that would be fun.

Then a child appeared in a cloud of dust just a couple steps away. "Hello fellow participants!" Don't you mean students, you dolt? Obviously it wasn't a child judging by the weapon tag on their shirt, but this midget exuded an aura of childishness and his looks didn't make it better. "Hey there, man. Another weapon I see." He offered a wave and a smile to him, and opened his mouth to speak again but stopped himself short when he saw the guy sitting on the archway. Before having the chance to comment on it, the man hopped down and introduced himself as CJ, the tour guide. "Oh, finally!" Quinn said, excited, "Come on!"

"Any questions or concerns you may have? Now is the time. When we hit our destination, I cannot provide you with answers."

Quinn raised his hand "Uh, yes! Where are we going?"

 

[Phayne]

[Location: Academy Entrance --> On the tour] [ Mentions: Quinn Prizzy Kriyze , Carlin Astralworks ] [Interactions: Cj Pumpkid ]

It seemed like more and more weapons were starting to appear, this gathering thus far being predominantly populated by Meisters; any of which had the potential to wield him; though whether the compatibility was there was another story. Of course, Kasper wasn't exactly making it easier for himself; his efforts lacking in the 'marketing yourself' department. Heck, he hadn't even worn his tag yet nor spoken to anyone other than Kyleigha whom had been the one to actually approach him. Seemingly, Kasper was non other than a natural at making things harder for himself; his crude personality and bad habits getting the better of him. Honesty was the best policy, but dishonesty was all the more pleasurable. Kasper smirked. Whatever happens happens, he thought to himself; seeing no reason to change his approach thus far. Rather he had more pressing concerns as the audible footsteps coming up the stairs grew louder until finally reaching the peak.

The source of those footsteps that had drawn Kasper's attention soon revealed itself to be a..a boy?; the short stature of this newcomer betrayed any hint of him being around a similar age to those currently gathered here; the badly scripted weapon tag doing little to change Kaspers initial thoughts either. Though if it were the case that he was indeed younger then everyone else, that could only mean one thing; he had to be special. Kasper's interest were tickled ever so slightly and he would have walked over to question him himself had it not been for Cj interrupting everyones introductions.

"A deathscythe eh..." muttered Kasper under his breath, not really noticing anything particularly different about him; though he quashed any intention of calling CJ out on it and merely followed suit as Cj began to give them the grand tour of the Academy. Passing through the labyrinth of passageways; a couple of older students could be seen mulling about the hallways despite it being Sunday; perhaps here for extra curricular activities or to simply gauge the next generation of Meisters and Weapons coming through the ranks of this pretigous academy.


As Cj continued with the tour, Kasper's gaze remained solely focused on the back of Cj, the boy wondering if the deathscythe knew more about the mysterious disappearances than the media had divulged to the public. Though Kasper was no fool and when presented the chance to ask Cj a question, he simply pushed those questions to the back of his mind knowing full well that Cj had no reason to tell him even if he did ask. Instead, he played the role of the eager student and stepped forward, half raising his hand yet not waiting to be called upon, despite Quinn beating him to the punch and asking a question first.

"... and to add to his question, how is the academy planning on pairing Meister and weapon?" he asked bluntly. "I'm sure i'm not the only one wondering about that" he added, returning his hand to his pocket to fiddle with his tag once more.

 

[Lady Warlock]

Kyleigha Ford
As Harper explained more about making things, and actually got into some discussion of how she found out she was a weapon in the first place, Kyleigha politely nodded along and listened closely. After all, one could never know when an important detail would come forward in conversation. Also, even Kye couldn’t deny that she was evaluating everyone around her - even Harper - to find a prospective partner among them. She still wasn’t sure if Harper fell into the category of potential partners or not.

It was a hard evaluation to make on a first meeting alone, though, regardless of who it was she was assessing. Kyleigha wasn’t naive enough to think she would find someone perfect right off the bat. Slow and steady wins the race; at least, that’s what everyone around her always said.

Kyleigha also noticed when Harper seemed to find herself in a more comfortable mindset. Her posture opened up. She smiled more easily, and she seemed to become more aware of the group that they found themselves interacting with. Then she continued on to say she wanted to be friends, and Kyleigha found herself smiling sincerely. It was a sweet notion. Cute was probably another good word for it. “Friends are nice,” Kyleigha commented honestly, not trying to stomp on anyone’s parade. She wasn’t at the DWMA to make friends, but even Kye knew that saying that would only ruin the moment. That wasn’t a reputation she needed to give herself right away.

Instead, she shifted her attention away from the little group that was forming and found that her timing for such a thing had been perfect because someone who seemed mildly older than the rest of the group was approaching. He introduced himself as C.J. Ok. Kye wouldn’t question it, for now.

All it seemed Kyleigha could do was follow along, so that was what she did. She put an abnormal amount of effort into being towards the front of the line - which was really more of a mob - of students because people in front tended to leave better impressions. She certainly wanted to leave a good one. Being in front helped her notice a few things about this teacher who seemed a little too eager to actually be a teacher. There was an odd emotion in the pace that he set for them. Excitement? Why would he be excited to show a couple nubes around? It didn’t quite make sense, but she kept the observation to herself because she didn’t want to interrupt anything. That would harm her first impressions and her reputation.

However, none of that would stop her from joining in on the questions once they started flying.

“Will we be divided up based on experience at all?” Kyleigha asked. “I’m no expert on reading souls, but even to me it does seem as though our talents and ability levels vary quite greatly. Surely some of us will be placed in separate classes based on what knowledge we already possess, right?”

Whelp. She’d done it, but it was too late to pull the words back now. Kyleigha promptly realized after asking her question made it seem as though she thought she was better… or as though she thought herself pathetic. The confidence in her voice made the former more likely than the latter, though. Oh well. If the other students put a target on her back because of it, then it just created more opportunities for her to prove herself. After all, she had to live up to Ox and he had been first in his class… for a while, at least.

Interacted With: Meredith and Pumpkid

 

[RedLeftHand36]

Erik Muller
Interactions with the general audience, though with some emphasized direction towards Kyleigha Ford
[ Lady Warlock ]

Huh. Maybe I did overdress.

Castiel Jester. Certainly an interesting name, but this was a school dedicated to fighting evil beings with a particularly strong Grim Reaper motif. Interesting names would probably be the least surreal things to encounter at a place like this. Flashy entrances like that might be one of them, though, but he figured it would be silly to judge someone just for enjoying a bit of theatricality. Besides, he certainly couldn't be one to talk. He had an appreciation for that kind of stuff. He found it a generally good tactic to put strangers at ease in the back of the mind. Flashy entrances make things obvious, makes a person seem like less of a threat because they're right in front of you, and it holds a certain sincerity. Villainous schemers and the scum of the earth aren't usually the bold types.

"My name is CJ, short for Castiel Jester. I'm one of the Death Scythes of this academy. I'll be your tour guide for today. I'm not exactly an experienced teacher, so bare with me."

Admittance of inexperience. Erik never figured out why, himself, but he always felt keen to anyone in charge who could openly state such things. Maybe it was an association of ego. Eh, maybe best not to dwell on it. He wasn't the most experienced on the more intricate details of human minds, but, appropriate to the moment, he could admit that to himself, at least.

It was quite, thrilling, really. He knew the place was pretty big, obviously, what with the Academy standing tall over the rest of Death City, but the sheer size of it was breathtaking. You never really understand how big something is until you're the closest you can be to it. And while he generally abhorred crowds, the groups of people that scuttled throughout only made the place seem all the more grand. Admittedly, he couldn't physically show just how cool it honestly was. He'd seen quite a few magnificent sights before, yet physically displaying emotions more extreme than contentedness was just something he couldn't do, unfortunately. He always hated that fact. He remembered to the myriad of surprise parties from when he first came to the US. There were always friends disappointed with the fact that Erik never looked surprised. He never acted like it either. All he had were his words.

No less, the Academy was impressive.

Eventually the group came to a halt in their tour of the semi-labyrinthine school. Ah, it was the last stop for questions. For sure, the cogs in his head started grinding together slowly, but aside from wondering what the dorms were like, which seemed like an incredibly wasteful question considering their rather fast-paced tour, he had none. Speaking of the tour, it did seem awfully short, didn't it? But it seemed like a rather safe assumption that maybe time was of the essence. Things happen, and the future remains unclear, circumstances unforeseen. That was simply a part of life, and sometimes thinking about it never offered much other than an obstacle in the path of progress.

“Will we be divided up based on experience at all?” One of the girls asked. “I’m no expert on reading souls, but even to me it does seem as though our talents and ability levels vary quite greatly. Surely some of us will be placed in separate classes based on what knowledge we already possess, right?”

He wondered if she knew how she sounded. But he figured that the best way to treat these situations was to deescalate any room for negativity. Was that confidence in her voice real? He didn't know. But he did know a silly assumption that didn't match with the voice that spoke it when he heard it. So he spoke, himself.

"Sorry for interrupting," he started, his smile no less cheery and warm than it had been ever since merely being offered a bottle of water. Perhaps a bit brighter in the more forgiving climate inside the academy building. "Considering we're all just getting here, I think it's safe to say we're all on the same green level. And without much more than names and knowing who's a weapon, who's a meister, it might be a little presumptuous to say we're all too different, ya know? It's perfectly fine to have ambition, but it's always best to have a bit of patience to see who your allies are."

His smile never faded, even as he looked back at the tour-guide and offered an apologetic salute.

"Again, sorry for the interruption."

 

[Mineczka]

Location: Outside, Main Entrance
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In the time Nina was responding to Quinn and Arma, she hadn't noticed a few more join, the first was a mountain of a man, he towered over most of the other students, with rather short black hair, and green eyes. Nina could tell just by looking at the man that he had a strong figure and likely worked out quite a bit.

The other, was a girl maybe around Nina's height, it was hard to tell. She wore a lot of things on her, enough that the young meister could not keep up with all of the things on her, especially when she heard Arma's voice, whom spoke in her native tongue. Turning to the boy, his words registered in the back of her mind without a second thought, unlike the English heard earlier,

"¿Tú también hablas español? ¡Qué genial!" It seemed he was relatively fluent in Spanish. While she was going to respond, a new face cut that idea off, as Nina watched another figure walk up the stairs, a kid with orange hair and eyes from what Nina could see, he seemed rather excited, though more contained than Arma was.

Then, another emerged, this time, from the Academy itself. A man of... Interesting quality had exited the building, he was much taller, and appeared to be a bit older, though not by a lot from glances at the other students, maybe within the range of seven or eight years at most. His appearance alone didn't much scream 'Teacher of the Year' Material, though he seemed rather decent otherwise from what Nina could hear with his speech,

"Glad to see everyone is here. Sorry for the interruption, but I thought we should start today's orientation before time runs out and we do need all of it." With a pause, he glanced over the others and Nina, who slowly began to approach, wanting to get this over with. The man spoke again, "My name is CJ, short for Castiel Jester. I'm one of the Death Scythes of this academy. I'll be your tour guide for today. I'm not exactly an experienced teacher, so bare with me."

A Death Scythe? Interesting they would send one to simply greet a handful of students, even if they were expecting double the amount of people, it felt kind of strange to send a Death Scythe out for such a trivial task. Though, there had to have been a reason, one Nina might not know of. As the tour began, Nina silently listened and followed the tour, before hearing a notion from CJ,

"Any questions or concerns you may have? Now is the time. When we hit our destination, I cannot provide you with answers."

With that statement, several questions were asked, ranging from where they were going, to partners, and so on. While Nina had a few, she did not speak up, most of the questions she had were redundant when put into words, while she waited for the answers, Nina leaned over to Arma, as if to be mildly discreet, it was rude to talk over someone, and at least giving him the response he deserved earlier, Quinn would get his answer soon, but Nina would wait until his question was answered before talking to him again, "Sí, soy fluida en español, Arma." (Translation: "Yes, I am fluent in Spanish, Arma.") Keeping her voice low, she didn't wish to interrupt the orientation, though, she was still curious of this other half of the class...

 

[Pumpkid]

C.J.
[Location: Hallways/ Mentions: Lilliana2 Spiderverse Meredith Astralworks CelticHero37 Interactions: Lady Warlock Phayne Prizzy Kriyze RedLeftHand36 ]​

Not a moment after accepting questions, did a couple of students begin to raise their hand. Each query asking the basics to which will lead to the answer in a minute. The curiosity in their eyes, however was reminiscent of when he first craved for an ounce of knowledge. Enter the DWMA was not foreseen and thought to be out of his grasp. "My, what avid children." CJ chuckled. He glances at everyone in the most professional way of his appearance. "Where we are going, you shall see." He started, knowing he shouldn't speak in riddles when his job is to educate the "little ones". Recalling this fact, he cleared his throat of any habits to amuse himself. "By that I mean our destination will be a gymnasium. A new addition to the school for those wishing to spar or perfect their abilities. It's more like an arena than an actual gymnasium with your exercise instruments, really. The purpose is to evaluate each and every one of your performances, that way we can help on what you lack instead of figuring it out during classes and ending up in a coffin for not noticing sooner." His gaze shift specifically to the two students dressed in proper uniforms. Without Soul Perception, even CJ can read both "books" perfectly. The boy in shades was still questionable and worth to shrug off finding the lad undetermined. "Pairing...up...meisters and weapon? That's not up to me to decide. The responsibility falls onto to you guys. I'm merely a teacher." The female's impression was instantly determined from her wording, clothing and the tone of her voice.

"She will be a bundle of questions." He thought. Before he could answer, another student spoke up, replying to the girl's question.

"Sorry for interrupting."

He started.
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"Considering we're all just getting here, I think it's safe to say we're all on the same green level. And without much more than names and knowing who's a weapon, who's a meister, it might be a little presumptuous to say we're all too different, ya know? It's perfectly fine to have ambition, but it's always best to have a bit of patience to see who your allies are. Again sorry for interrupting."

CJ scoffs, sending a kind smile towards the tall fellow. "You're quite alright, and you are absolutely right." His gaze returns to the girl. "There is no such thing of a meister nor a weapon being out of anyone's league. While you may be a smart one, no amount of knowledge will help you pair up. It doesn't matter the status. There is more to it than simply wielding a weapon. Let that be your first lesson. Figure out the correct way to wield a weapon. No sharing answers if you think you have it, keep it to yourself. I'll be sure to ask this question during our evaluation. I don't want to spoil the fun." He snickered. "Moving on." CJ spins on his heel, leading the herd to the gym just two halls down where they find double doors which at a dead end with no windows. Inside, however, is a well lit battlefield with bleachers on each side of the wall and a storage room.


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"Welcome! This is where the fun begins. As I said before, if you have further questions now, please ask. From here on out I will only instruct." Whether the group felt suspicious or not, has been debatable since the entrance changes. It was better to be cautious than to be prepared at such a time.

 

[Spiderverse]

Arma was on edge as his eyes looked up at Sebastian, waiting to hear what his weapon form was. The theories were going through his head, his eyes focused entirely on the demon weapon at this point. Maybe he was a staff? Or a SICK three pronged spear or something like that? Maybe even like... some meteor hammer or nunchucks! It had to be something COOL though! Then, he finally got the answer to his question, the loudmouth's smile grew three sizes wider in that moment, and his eyes widened equally so. "Dude! WHADDYA MEAN 'just a recur-whatever bow', ranged weapons are AWESOME!" The meister jumped backward so that he would be in full view of the student, his arms spread out SUPER wide as he began his miniature-rant: "Bows are super awesome! Especially because unlike a gun there's not much sound that's going off so you can be really cool n' stealthy and like... pick off enemies from really far! And Accuracy! I mean like you have to be like a really awesome and skilled and trained guy to do that! Ya gotta like... pull back the string and hold the frame in a really practical position, then when ya let go it goes like FWIP from your fingers and it hits a target liek TINK or a SRRRK!" Meanwhile, the shorty was acting out all of his actions, and only turned around to notice the Death Scythe when he had started speaking.

The excitement in his body began to overflow as it seemed his cheeks burned bright red, only turning around and beckoning Sebastian to follow as they were taken on their tour. The only response he gave was to Nina when she had finally responded, his puffed cheeks barely able to display his smile as he simply held up a pair of thumbs up, like a squirrel who was SUPER excited that they got their stock for the winter. His excitement would finally spew out of him when they made it to the gymnasium, leaping into the air a good meter off the ground he would let out a yell: "THIS IS SO AWESOME! HEY HEY HEY! MR. CJ! MR. CJ! ARE WE GONNA FIGHT! ARE WE? I WANNA BE FIRST!" Both his hands were in the air flailing around as he jumped up and down to be seen among the group.

[Mentions: Mineczka Lady Warlock ]

 

[Meredith]

LOCATION: DWMA Courtyard
MENTIONS: All
INTERACTIONS: All, Instructor Pumpkid , Quinn Prizzy Kriyze , Kye Lady Warlock

Cadence Harper
An almost-struck look on her face, the girl parroted Arma's question.

"Are we fighting each other?"

She'd been quiet on the walk to the auditorium. Her smile had brightened at the affirmations of friendship, but seemed to slip away as Kye voiced concerns about skill level. She didn't really know much of anything. Transformations had been practiced in front of the mirror for hours, but never formally trained; she knew she could cut someone from an accident with her brother but who knew if she could reflexively dull her blades to avoid cutting a meister. It occurred to her now that it was unlikely anybody would want to pair up with a weapon not unlikely to catch on their own cloak. She'd pictured cinematic fights against - god, against what, monsters? - but had only begun to consider she'd actually pull off a throw of the pointed chains.

God help her if the meister she partnered with didn't know what they were doing.

Harper looked, in a surprising way, open to the idea. She moved to the side of the room, and gently - almost tenderly - let down the instrument. It should be fine there; if it got fucked up she supposed she'd have to fix it. She shouldn't have brought it at all. The headphones, too, were abandoned to the top of the case. A few steps back towards the group.

The girl's shoulders were squared in a new faux-confident stance. She looked back and forth between Kye and Quinn - Kye, obviously experienced; Quinn, who seemed kinder. She forced herself to meet their eyes as she considered. Finally, she let her gaze wander to the rest of the group. The over-confident, over-energetic, overly-fluorescent meister speaking with the recurve bow; the man in the suit; the child and the soft-spoken white-haired girl. None of these were bad options, she supposed. None of them were good, comfortable, non-intimidating ones.

"Brass knuckles, barbed wire," she reaffirmed, to herself as much as anyone else, "anyone interested?"

 

[RedLeftHand36]

Erik Muller
Interactions with the general audience

Erik couldn't help but feel a little guilty. He had practically called Kyleigha out, and rather loudly so. He could only hope it wasn't being held against him. He always hated confrontation, but his mouth often got the best of him. Ironic, considering that was one of the possibilities as to what Kyleigha did, herself. Talking to her would possibly only make things worse, and so he decided it was best not to talk more personally to her. He'd hate to make people think he was taking a turn for looking down on others. Not that he was sure that's what the girl was doing herself, but, after all, it was always important to keep animosity to a minimum, at least in his eyes.

An arena...

This... this is exactly one of the things that made Erik so eager to become a meister. From an early age, Erik had always enjoyed combat sports, and had particular interests in boxing and wrestling. He even took classes throughout the years in those two areas. He especially enjoyed the theatricality of so much of it, which lead to his personal preference for entertainment wrestling, and also the sportsmanship found within. The moment when a match was won and the two combatants hugged it out or shook hands with utmost and sincere respect, that was something that made him smile so brightly.

And now here he was, in a school for what are basically the heroes of this world, in the midst of a grand gymnasium, and a proper arena. It was magnificent to him as his grin grew a little more wider, and a little more brighter. He found an answer to the question that had been gnawing at the back of his mind: Had he made the right choice? The answer was yes.

If they were gonna have some sparring matches set-up though, it'd probably be best to get out of this get-up. The shirt was a bit too tight for him anyway. He hadn't worn it since high-school graduation, though he supposed that that wasn't all too long ago, anyway. But he decided he wouldn't do it right away, in case something popped up where it was outright unnecessary to do so. Plus he didn't want to make it look like he was suddenly stripping out of the blue.

"Brass knuckles, barbed wire," a voice offered to the rest of the group, "anyone interested?"

So far, Erik had occasionally glanced at this girl, half of the time checking out the case she had on her back. In truth, he actually wanted to talk to her from the start, but he a bit too ashamed of his first impression to the others in the group. Meanwhile, she just seemed so friggin' cool throughout all of this. But... and opportunity had opened, and dammit, he was going to take it.

The tall boy slowly strode up to her, and extended his free hand [although he momentarily parted with his suitcase, he still held on to his leather-jacket, and the case that said jacket covered] with a grin on his face.

"If ya wouldn't mind," he started. "I'm a big fan on working with my fists. So it's a bit too hard for me to pass up on an opportunity like this. Plus..."

Erik set the bottom of his case on the floor, and removed the jacket with his free hand while he rested his other hand on it to keep it propped up.

"...It'd be nice to meet someone with some similar hobbies," he said, nodding his head over to the girl's own instrument case.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Quinn Aquila

Male | Seventeen | Meister | Sanguine Soul | Aquila | Mentioning or interacting: Spiderverse RedLeftHand36 Meredith Lady Warlock ​

Hm, alright. Quinn thought to himself. This CJ guy wasn't joking, he didn't seem like much of a teacher. The privilege of being a death scythe probably made him arrogant, an achievement that he himself probably had no business in. That was up to his meister. Weapons were such... weird people. He looked around to his contemporaries. He'd just show them all that he was the best later, no doubt the weapons would jump at their chance to work with him.

“Will we be divided up based on experience at all? I’m no expert on reading souls, but even to me it does seem as though our talents and ability levels vary quite greatly. Surely some of us will be placed in separate classes based on what knowledge we already possess, right?”

Quinn refused to let his eyebrows furrow. Not to worry, commoner. We'll be sure to save you a spot at kindergarten. He fantasized about himself saying, but refrained. The other kids already seemed to settle the dispute immediately, and he didn't want to look for trouble. Yet. He looked forward to it finding him though. He'd smack the audacity right out of her. Inside the sleeves of his jacket he formed fists, hard enough to make his knuckles whiten. This was the DWMA. He'd find his share of fighting.

Next was Arma. "THIS IS SO AWESOME! HEY HEY HEY! MR. CJ! MR. CJ! ARE WE GONNA FIGHT! ARE WE? I WANNA BE FIRST!" Quinn had to bite his tongue, literally, to keep from commenting on it. I'll sit you down on your ass, stop being so loud. He thought. They were in the gym now, a first-class arena, a perfect location to prove himself. He just needed a weapon. Were they going to be divided into pairs already? He didn't know about any of the other weapons' shapes, but it wouldn't matter. As long as they didn't fuck with him when they got into it he could deal. Barbed wire though... He looked over to Cadence as she mentioned her form and offered for anyone to add their interest.

He was just about to reach her, and opened his mouth but the giant peace of hunk, Erik, was quicker. He just stood idly at their sides, looking between the two of them with an innocent smile while they exchanged words. When Erik paused he looked up to him and started "Wow, I didn't know you liked to fight with your hands too! It's true though you look like a real pugilist!" He giggled a little behind the sleeve of his jacket when he finished, and looked over to Cadence "It sounded interesting to me as well... Maybe we should spar to see who's more suitable? I don't really think I'd have a chance, but it'd be a good warm up." Internally he was as confident as could be. The man was big, strong, built like a brick shithouse, sure, but it was just as warm in here as outside, and he had collapsed after walking up the stairs. Fighting Quinn was tiring, and stamina and speed was his forté. This... this could be fun.

"If we're even allowed to, I don't know..." Apologetically he waved with his arms in front of him, "And I'm not trying to start anything! Just asking."

 

[Lady Warlock]

Sebastian Yumi
Even Sebastian was completely taken by surprise when Arma actually had a positive reaction to learning what his weapon form was. Sebastian always thought that it had been kinda boring, very old… ancient, even. No one used bows anymore; at least, they didn’t in modern combat. However, he couldn’t deny that Arma was actually making some decent points in his defense of the weapon type. Bows were quiet and therefore allowed an individual to be very stealthy with them. Their range also could be quite impressive especially once someone took into consideration how old they were within the weapon world. Their range was definitely ahead of their time if nothing else.

“I suppose you’re right,” Sebastian agreed with a subtle shrug of his shoulders and a smile upon his face. Arma certainly had an odd way of showing his opinion, though. Sebastian wasn’t quite sure what to make of all the meister’s grand gestures and sound effects.

Without putting too much effort into it, Sebastian shoved himself to his feet and followed closely behind Arma as they were led on a tour of the school that would become their new stomping grounds. He didn’t really put much effort into learning where things were because, in all honesty, it didn’t seem like CJ’s heart was really in giving a full blown tour. He seemed more like he had a specific destination in mind and was singularly focused on getting to that one destination. Sebastian was fine with that, but it just made him pay that much less attention to everything else that guy had to say - and that included the questions some of the other students asked along with the answers CJ provided them. Sebastian was content learning things at his own pace in his own time. For now, he just wanted to know why they were in the gymnasium.

It seemed that Arma wanted to know the same thing because the hyperactive meister started bouncing and practically begged to know whether or not they were going to fight. ‘Well, at least I know there’s one meister who’d be open to using me as a partner,’ he thought to himself. That would be a good thing to know if they were going to fight.

Then again, if they were going to fight, Sebastian was the type of guy who liked to find a safe corner to hang in. After all, sniping was easier if you were hard to reach. The bleachers were a possibility he supposed. The weapon tried to stay on the balls of his feet so he could move quickly if needed. True, Sebastian wasn’t normally one to move quickly, but he wasn’t about to let himself get sliced to pieces either.

Interacted With: Spiderverse

Kyleigha Ford
Kyleigha found herself in a mood where she sorely needed to punch something. Not only had the big guy who could barely make it up stairs royally pissed her off, but the teacher had gone and agreed with him. Then, on top of that, the teacher had gone on to imply that Kyleigha didn’t know how to wield a weapon. Not only did Kyleigha know exactly how to wield a weapon, but she also knew that her soul was quite capable of wielding just about any weapon type that was placed in her hands. At least, that was what she’d learned in her previous meister schooling. Nothing quite matched up with the caliber of the DWMA, but she didn’t think anything would directly contradict it either.

If it was possible, she was fairly certain fumes would be boiling out of both her ears in that moment as she tried to contain an explosion of her soul wavelength. However, just as she felt herself reaching the breaking point of needing to scream out loud, Kyleigha quickly realized that they were in a wide open room that seemed to be designed for fighting. ‘That’ll do,’ she thought with relief.

Running away from the group and straight into the center of the arena like space, Kyleigha let her wavelength fizzle into soul force in her palm, taking the shape of a lightning ball that actually crackled in the open air and she charged straight at the nearest wall, hoping that it was sturdy enough to take some of her energy. True to her guess, it was, and her soul wavelength evaporated into the wall leaving nothing more than some cracks in the brick. She’d held back, but Kyleigha wasn’t sure she would’ve done more damage even if she hadn’t. After all, it seemed as though this room was designed to withstand fighting weapons and meisters.

Breathing deeply to keep herself calm, Kyleigha calmly walked back to the rest of the group and her eyes quickly shifted into a glare at Erik. ‘While you were begging for water, some of us actually studied the souls of the group and learned how different we really are.’ She wanted to shout it in his face, but Kyleigha held back. She could, now.

Unfortunately, her outburst seemed to have cost her any opportunity at working with Cadence.

Her gaze flickered back to Kasper, the first one she’d met. She hadn’t gotten much out of his soul. Something was definitely off, though and Kyleigha wanted to know what.

Interacted With: RedLeftHand36 (kind of…); She also kinda threw a tantrum for everyone to see…

 

[Phayne]

[Location: The Gym] [ Mentions: Erik RedLeftHand36 Arma Spiderverse Quinn Prizzy Kriyze , Cadence Meredith Cj Pumpkid ] [Interactions: Kyleigha Lady Warlock ]

Kasper's eyebrow twitched as CJ answered his question; the answer not really desirable to his ears. It was honestly one of the last things that he had wanted to hear right now; the boy slightly hoping that the school had some kind of evaluating system that paired people up together. At least that way he didn't have to deal with the awkwardness of having to introduce himself to his future partner only to have the relationship suddenly fail afterwards. If the school had paired them up instead, then there would at least be someone to blame if things didn't work out.

Kasper sighed inwardly. All things considering, he had basically alienated himself from everyone else thus far; so if it came down to actually having to 'choose' a meister.. he was screwed. That being said, he didnt have much time to worry as Kye and Erik soon spoke up; and it was what Kyleigha had said that seemed to make more sense to him. Though that was largely down to the fact that he could relate to where she appeared to be coming from. .

It didn't take much brainpower to read between the lines of her actual statement. This confident Meister essentially revealing to everyone that she saw herself as being above everyone else here; likewise Kasper too felt that he had an advantage over the others; the fact that he had an unofficial Meister prior to enrolling here giving him a bit of a snobbish arrogance. It was this arrogant thinking that made it hard for him to see Erik's point of view on the matter; every fibre in Kasper's body wanting to put him in his place for daring to suggest that everyone here was equal. Of course, without actually knowing everyones background Kasper's arrogance was just hot air; for all he knew they too had Meisters and weapons prior to coming here as well.

Again, sighing inwardly Kasper remained focused forward having relented and deciding it best to not make a complete ass of himself within the first hour of the day. Just as well as within seconds of coming to that decision, CJ had taken the opportunity to put Kye in her place before abruptly ending the Q&A and leading them further down the corridor and into the gymnasium.

.....

Of course it was Arma, it just had to be Arma. It couldn't be anyone else but Arma. It would be a crime if it was anyone other than Arma. The golden streaked bundle of energy was still firing on all cylinders as he almost exploded upon entering the gym. Kasper feeling the boys presence behind him as he leaped into the air. As if his limitless energy wasn't already taxing enough; the gym had managed to add another dimension to his enthusiasm as the halls echoed with his desire to be first to fight; his energy appearing to influence a few of the others as chatter began to arise among a few of them.

It was however Cadence's actions that had caught Kasper off guard as she seemingly stepped away from the group for a moment; revealing her weapon form once more to the group. Did they really have to reveal themselves?, Much less advertise themselves as if they were mere tools?. Kasper didn't like where this was going and Erik's actions only made it worse as he took Cadence up on her offer. "Just great..." muttered Kasper to himself as he fidgeted with the cuffs of his blazer.

The idea of being wielded by someone other than Rosalia didn't really appeal to him; it felt as if he would be cheating on Rosalia if he did so, however not doing so would also make it that much harder for him to get the answers to her disappearance. It was a dilemna that had bothered him before and while Kasper had believed he had steeled his resolve, the fact that it seemed close to actually happening was still able to give him a moment of hesitation. Tsk. Kasper clicked his tongue in annoyance and turned, walking past Quinn, Erik and Cadence the former two appearing to contest who gets to partner with Cadence as Quinn borderline challenged him to a spar. Kasper wasn't really interested in the victor of this fight; though his heart did bleed a little for Cadence as both Meisters seemed to exclude what she wanted; both being weapons there was that smidgen of actual genuine nice vibes that seemed to glimmer in Kasper; only to get swallowed whole by his crudeness once more.

Solely intending to walk over to where others had placed their belongings, Kasper stopped in his tracks as he noticed Kye looking in his direction, a trickle of smoke just about visible from the wall behind her; had that been the faint cackling he had heard? Kasper had initially put that down to Arma getting into some kind of mischief in all his hype; though that didn't seem to be the case.

Suspicions as to what Kye was up to, Kasper merely reciprocated her gaze with his hollow smile. She clearly had the confidence of someone who knew what they were doing; did she perhaps know? Kasper fiddled with his hidden tag once more as he pondered on what his next move should be, eventually deciding to dig a little as he proceeded to walk over to where Kye was, the smile never leaving his face as he pocketed the glasses he wore. "I don't suppose that was your doing?" He pointed towards the spot where Kye had damaged the wall. "Seems a bit much for getting shut down like that by Cj" he spoke, his voice calm in an attempt to replicate a more genuine tone and hide his intentions which were of course to pull some strings and tease her about it.

 

[RedLeftHand36]

Erik Muller
A brief interaction with Quinn Aquila, mentioning Cadence Harper
[ Prizzy Kriyze & Meredith ]

"Maybe we should spar to see who's more suitable? I don't really think I'd have a chance, but it'd be a good warm up."

Here it was again. A feeling in the back of his mind that maybe today wasn't going to go as well as he'd hoped. It wasn't so much as that he might have thought things would just go his way, but he certainly didn't expect these kinds of individuals. Talk was as fast as it was cheap. He didn't even get a chance to have a proper chat with the girl. And he wasn't particularly dumb. There was a certain unease hearing such a challenge. Fighting to see who's more suitable? If the guy hadn't added that he didn't think he had a chance, Erik might have pulled it face value, not that he would have fully approved that either.

One of the first things that happened after he approached Cadence was Kyleigha unloading some stress onto the arena wall. And she glared at him. Was it frustration? Or was it contempt? His grin quietly faded, and though he still managed a gentle smile, tired eyes gave way to nothing but the sorry of a hopeful fool.

No.

Erik, if anything, was strong. He knew that. Strong of body, strong of mind. So far, he'd done nothing he'd truly regret. He couldn't change who people were, nor could he see into their soul. And if she actually knew him, she'd never look at him like that again.

There is a raging storm in the heart of this man. An unconquerable tempest that never ceases. It journeys through the world, and makes its own path of its own volition. Nothing can stop it. Nothing can calm it. And in the heart of the storm, the sun shines brightest of all.

Perhaps a spar would be a good idea. But he had to make something clear.

"If it's a match ye want, a match ye'll get. But don't treat her like some sort of prize, friend. She'll partner with who she pleases, and at this point it may very well be neither of us."

Erik's grin stretched on his face once more, but furrowed brows and squinting eyes clarified that he wasn't here to play around. Gently setting his leather jacket and guitar case aside, and then nearly ripping his vest, tie, and button-up shirt off to reveal a black tank-top, Erik stretched his arms and neck with a few rather loud series of cracks.

"I'm really sorry I didn't even let you get a chance to so much as talk," he whispered towards Cadence. "I hope you can forgive me, and I hope I can make it up to you. But right now I gotta do something... for myself."

"This is a gym," he directed towards the other boy. "Physical training might be a bit mandatory in a place like this. Besides, I owe you a favor, right?"

Erik smirked as he gently set himself onto the floor to sit, one knee in the air, propping his upper-body up with his bulky arms.

 

[Lady Warlock]

Kyleigha Ford
When Kasper’s gaze shifted to meet her own after her tantrum had been wrapped up and concluded, Kyleigha wasn’t sure whether she was glad or perturbed by the fact that he seemed to see her watching him. There wasn’t anything she could do about it now, but it was ominous nonetheless. It put her on edge, reminded her that this was one she didn’t quite understand yet and that she therefore needed to be cautious with him. That didn’t preclude interaction, though. In fact, interaction was the most likely thing to help resolve the mystery around him so she was somewhat relieved when he walked towards her taking that decision out of her hands.

Briefly, she glanced back to the bricks she’d cracked. In hindsight, it had been a bit much, but she couldn’t change that now.

“Well, it was that or drive the wavelength into the big guy’s gut, so I’d consider it a small amount of restraint,” Kyleigha explained with sincere honesty. There wasn’t any reason to lie to this guy who didn’t seem like he would judge in the same manner the others might. Sure, he probably still judged her - they were teenagers and that’s what teenagers did - but it would be different based on the impressions she’d gotten of him so far.

Swallowing, she decided to add one more detail. “I’m not used to being around people who don’t know what I’ve been through or how much effort I’ve put into getting this far.” Kyleigha instinctively brought her forearms tight to her sides to hide the large welt-like scars that she now realized it was odd that no one had noticed yet. Or maybe they did see them and just chose not to comment.

All of a sudden, Kyleigha didn’t want to talk about herself anymore. “What about you? You seem like you know a bit about the ins and outs of places like this… or at least, of weapons and meisters. Your soul was one of the few that didn’t seem completely taken aback by my question. I did catch that much. What are your thoughts on our whole orientation so far? Seems pretty sloppy to me.” She’d been through orientations before in her tour of academies that weren’t quite up to parr with the DWMA.

Phayne

 

[Pumpkid]

CJ
[Location: Gym / Mentions: Lady Warlock (Kyleigha) / Interactions: Spiderverse (Arma) & Everyone]

​

One by one, the relentless bodies enter the stadium bursting with excitement which lead to a misleading assumption. The energetic boy of the group, booms, posing the question of fighting. The amount of enthusiasm caused CJ to chuckle finding it reminiscent of his brother. He certainly implanted an interest in everyone. It almost seemed like a trigger. The weapon made another mental note. "Yes, we are going to fight." He affirmed. The sound of sparks grabs his attention and even more so when the one building such energy came from the student he hand corrected. He wondered what exactly she was doing, and by the looks of it, he recognized the ability. A strong skill honed by strong soul. Could she be one? He cannot tell. Her wrath was placed upon the wall, but did not break, minus a dent. 'We just paid for the renovation.' Gray eyes follow the girl aside as he pondered the reason for her tantrum. The scowl burning when locked onto the brute. 'Ah, now I see. Seriously?' He scoffed to himself. 'She has a long way to go...pickle.' Her rage subsides as one of the boys walks up to her. CJ's pause kept the audience waiting, failing to keep himself focused. He groaned realizing his position will take a lot of work, but willing to improve. "As I was saying, we are going to fight, but not each other. The fight will be against me."

 

[Phayne]

[Location: Gym] [ Mentions: Quinn Prizzy Kriyze Erik RedLeftHand36 ] [Interactions: Kye Lady Warlock ]
Kasper's brow rose as she replied, the honesty in her words piquing his interest ever so slightly, though it wasn't the fact that she was honest that had baited this attention. No, It was the fact that she was open about being physically violent towards Eric, the lack of insincerity in her tone again hinting towards an abundance of confidence in her own abilities. At face Value, Erik did seem to be the more physically intimidating student out of the bunch, his sheer physique often causing people to form the basic stereotypical assumptions normally associated with people his size; the fact that he had agreed to Quinns sparring request did not help the matter either, though Kasper just brushed that little fact aside as simple 'Male Machismo' and something that most men would inevitably do at some point.

While Kasper couldn't speak on behalf of 'putting in effort', he did somewhat sympathise with that feeling of being around strangers; it was of course part and parcel of why he was hesitant to form a new Meister/Weapon partnership the idea of pairing up with anyone else just feeling completely alien to him. But it had to be done, he had to move on, even if it ended up being temporary.

"Well, actions speak louder than words and words without action is nothing more than a wolf with no bite" began Kasper as his gaze caught a glimpse of the scars along her forearms before they were hidden. No doubt there was a story behind how she got them and perhaps an answer as to why she was the way she was today. "Did you really think that coming out and basically implying you were somewhat better than everyone else here was going to end positively?" he asked rhetorically, " While I do lean more towards your opinion on the matter, I'm not as gung-ho as to put a target on my back during the first day. Imagine, what if you were to be proven completely wrong. Wouldn't that have been embarrassing?" he replied his tone shifting from serious to somewhat sarcastic. Kasper didn't feel the need to hold back with his words, instead choosing to rub in the fact that she had potentially ostracised herself from everyone else. Like he had basically done himself. However even if his intentions were to tease, Kasper was sure that if there was any actual merit to the self confidence she had displayed thus far, then this little jibe wouldn't faze her that much.

Without any hesitation,Kasper raised his right hand towards her face, placing his thumb just below her lower lip as his index finger caressed the under side of her chin; his eyes locked onto hers as he smiled. "...and by the way... don't you think that is a bit perverse?" he responded as she had mentioned looking at his soul. "I don't recall giving anyone permission to peek into my deepest darkest of places" he replied, though he laughed it off soon after as he lowered his hand back to his side. He didn't want to keep it there too long, in case she decided the cracked wall needed a cracked companion in the form of cracked ribs. Hoping to dissuade any intention that she may have had of striking him for his actions, Kasper quickly returned to her question.

"As for myself, I can admit that in the past I may have dabbled in the dance of a Meister and Weapon relationship. Though admittedly the inner workings of an academy such as this is still frankly quite new to me. I wasn't exactly the type who attended classes. I tend to lean towards a more practical and physical approach" Kasper glanced around at everyone else in the room as they began to converse and pair off. Whilst he did have the experience of being used before, it wasn't as if he had to go through a trial and error phase with multiple meisters. Things sorta just happened when he and Rosalia had their first time, it was merely an act of desperation resulting from callous actions and sloppy preparation during one of their many heists. Feeling that he had answered her, Kasper soon returned to the subject of his soul.

"So.." he began, having answered her question he felt that it was only fair that he asked her one of his own. "What exactly did you see?" he asked, referencing the fact that she had peered into his soul. If she had invaded his privacy, he felt he had due diligence to find out just how much she had managed to gain. This also begged the question, had anyone else taken a look as well?

 

[CelticHero37]

Brennan and Niamh Gallagher

Brennan and Niamh Gallagher hadn't shown up to the DWMA late. In fact, they had been there earlier than most. On top of that, coming from a family full of meisters and weapons, they had been to the school before and knew their way around better than most new students as well. However, checking in took substantially longer than normal due to the fact that they had registered as a weapon pair. There was also something that the people in charge of the check-in just didn't quite get about their pairing. They just couldn't get it through their thick skull how someone would be able to wield a two-handed sword and an appropriately sized roundshield at the same time. The fact that Brennan was a forearm mounted shield and didn't need to be held in the hand didn't seem to click in their heads. Yet it just so happened that Niamh was as bull-headed as ever and wasn't going to take any shit. In reality, she had been the one to suggest they try going as a weapon pair. After all, as she had put it, this was a subtle way to attract a strong meister and made them stick out as unique. She had listed multiple reasons why it just made sense, but to Brennan it just sounded like she was afraid to do it alone. Niamh wasn't generally someone to be afraid, but when she was, she found plenty of excuses to hide that fact.

Once they had finally gotten everything cleared during the check-in, they headed to the orientation area, but it turned out they had to rush back and get a note because the orientation had already started. It wasn't a huge deal that they missed the tour of the school, because they knew it well enough and they had plenty of people to call on if they had questions. Almost too many. Thus they made their way to one of the places they hadn't been to before, this new arena place. As they walked up to it, Brennan tried to get Niamh's attention, "Hey, Niamh, what's the point of wearing a button-up shirt if you're not going to button it up? Come on, let's make a good first impression."

Without breaking her step, Niamh looked back and retorted, "What's the point of wearing a button-up shirt if you don't unbutton it? Besides, it’s hot out here.”

Brennan sighed and rubbed his forehead, as he was sure everyone heard. This was not the impression he wanted to leave, but he had to let Niamh make her mistakes.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Quinn Aquila

Male | Seventeen | Meister | Sanguine Soul | Aquila | Mentioning or interacting: RedLeftHand36 Meredith Lady Warlock ​

His eyes wandered past Erik when the plain looking girl gave in to her emotions and made a pathetic attempt at a spectacle. Not only did she believe herself to above him, but she drove home the point that she was just an impulsive child immediately afterwards? She was worse at this than he was. Subhuman filth, more like it. She'd probably get herself killed on her first mission by diving in too deep. Quinn would look forward to that. Innocently he pretended not to look when she came by and glared at Erik like a heartbroken schoolgirl, but internally he made her small, saw her as an ant. God he wanted to fight now.

His eager eyes stuck to Erik's when he accepted his challenge, but it was a pain to keep his face so positive when being lectured by a white knight. Shut the fuck up you sad excuse for NHL dropout. She won't sleep with you because you lay yourself down to be stepped on. He raised his hand and gave a thumbs up. "Yeah, of course!" as if his faux-gentlemanly act didn't make him sick to his stomach. "This is just a spar either way."

Then CJ's voice piqued his interest, and he looked over his shoulder to the teacher. We'll be fighting him? A death scythe? Quinn almost felt as if it was a joke, just put in place to make them think less of themselves. Like freshman hazing. He looked back to Erik, who'd for some unfathomable reason decided to sit down as he issued his challenge. Despise for him still burned beneath Quinn's skin, but he didn't let it show. Instead he extended his hand. "I guess we're not supposed to fight. We can do this later, if you'd like." Still he had the same innocent smile.

 

[Spiderverse]

Arma is not a very complicated person to understand. In all honesty, most people can take one look at him and get an idea of what he's all about, thrills. The core of his being was being a thrill-seeker, nearly to the point of being an adrenaline junkie and the entire reason he had been sent to DWMA; to learn how to dial it back, or at the very least learn how to control himself a lot better. But from the way things were going and the initial perception other people probably have about him, that WAS NOT gonna happen. His blood was already boiling from the possibility of a good ol' fashioned SMACKDOWN with some of the seemingly more experienced people in his group (at least from what they were saying), and since he definitely had his heart set on his partner being the now titular and totally accurately named AWESOME and SUPER COOL re-whatever bow dude Sebastian, it looked like everything was falling into place for the meister.

But ohoho boy, was he wrong. Wrong in the best way possible of course. Not only was he going to get to throw down, he was gonna get to throw down with a DEATH SCYTHE. I mean... C'MON, the name ALONE sounds EPIC AS HELL! Like... what do they call meisters who have created death scythes though? Like... death meisters? Super meisters? Nah that second one is kinda lame... it BETTER be something cool. Wait wait... getting off track again. The loudmouth would shake his head to get the shock out of his system long enough to properly speak, turning back toward CJ. "...Ohohoho.. Yo... That. Is. AWESOME! Do we SERIOUSLY get to fight you? A DEATH SCYTHE? You're not pulling my leg right? RIGHT?" Immediately whipping back around toward Sebastian on one heel, there a big grin on his face and eyes shining with wonder. "Dude.. DUDE. You know what this means right? We are SO FUCKED! That's gonna be SO MUCH FUN!" Spinning around again and moving toward the front, grabbing Sebastian's arm and trying to bring him along. "Mr. CJ! Mr. CJ! Is this gonna be like a group battle against you or will it just be pairs?"

[Mentions: Lady Warlock and anyone who was in-between them and the front of the tour group]

 

[RedLeftHand36]

Erik Muller
A brief interaction with Quinn Aquila
[ Prizzy Kriyze ]

"As I was saying, we are going to fight, but not each other. The fight will be against me."

Of course. Once again, Erik's pride had let him make a fool of himself. No matter. He'd never claim to be a wise man. And he was here to better himself, anyway. Speaking of which, in a fight against a Death Weapon, he could only imagine how long he'd last.

A dollar I'll let myself spend for each 15 seconds I last. I should probably get something cold to drink after all this, anyway.

Erik took a brief moment to lay flat upon the cool floor before heaving himself back up onto his feet, with a few warm up squats right after to pump his blood a little. He rubbed the back of his neck to massage the minor cramps out. His expression growing all the more serious, he spoke to Quinn with his eyes on the teacher they would be fighting.

"Look," he said intently. "I'm not here to make enemies. I know I haven't made the best impression, but I don't want people thinking I'm as much of a meathead as I look. And I don't want people thinking I look down on them. Right now, all I'm looking for is respect."

Erik locked his eyes on Quinn for a moment.

"You know how hard it is being nice."

He looked back at CJ before continuing.

"But insincerity will always bite back harder than being genuine. We're all starting a new chapter in our lives. What happened before offers little more than ideas. But I'd like to start this one with friends. Genuine friends. And let me show you what I can do."

Erik took Quinn's hand firmly, but without malice, and with a burning passion in his eyes as he looked into Quinn's own once again. He was no longer smiling.

"In the end, all I have is my strength. So let me be strong for us all, at the very least."

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Quinn Aquila

Male | Seventeen | Meister | Sanguine Soul | Aquila | Mentioning or interacting: RedLeftHand36 Meredith ​

Erik seemed very intense all of a sudden. Something might've thrown him off about the sudden change, but honestly, Quinn didn't really care. Still, he stood patiently with his hand outstretched and waited for him to be finished with his monologue. Seemed being strong was really important to this guy. Wonder what he lost to stick him with a fear of being weak. Not that he cared personally, just that he might be able to use something like that to blackmail him. Apparently he seemed to think he didn't owe him one anymore.

"You know how hard it is being nice."

"Haha, can't say I do, no." Quinn laughed and scratched his neck with a faked confused look.

"In the end, all I have is my strength. So let me be strong for us all, at the very least."

Finally he'd grabbed his hand. Quinn no longer need to fake a smile, as he felt his parasitic wavelengths drawing energy from the colossal man in front of him, and he tightened his grip on the handshake. "I don't think you need to be strong for everyone, Erik. I just think you need to be strong for yourself, don't let the weight of the world get you down." He felt positively filled with energy by the point he actually let go of his hand and took a precautionary step back. "Sorry about that by the way, can't control it."

Then he hopped a couple of steps over towards Cadence again. "Hey, if we're actually going to fight the teacher maybe we should actually pair up and fast. Whaddaya think?"

 

[Meredith]

LOCATION: DWMA Auditorium
MENTIONS: All
INTERACTIONS: All, Instructor Pumpkid , Quinn Prizzy Kriyze , Erik RedLeftHand36

Cadence Harper
To Cadence's surprise and dismay, two meisters stepped forward at her words. She did suppose she'd been the first weapon to speak up. It felt like everything around her was going so fucking fast; she'd hoped for a tour and instead got an arena meant for combat.

Was this meant to be some sort of metaphor, a statement that a weapon and meister should always be ready for combat, and always willing to train? She wasn't sure. That sort of personal literary analysis wasn't her specialty, even if it was something to think about, even if she found it easier to relate to the real world through media than to process events on their own. What could she even compare this to?

She blinked, twice, as Quinn suggested a spar. Swallowed hard. Erik leaned into her, apologized, and she nodded. The girl couldn't really think of anything to say. Both of them seemed nice enough, but Erik had a steadfast manner that indicated formality, and Quinn felt more... familiar somehow. She was reminded of her little brothers - sweet, would give somebody the shirt off their back, but with a penchant for mischief. Did she want to get involved in that?

...and we're fighting a goddamn Death Scythe.

Her mind clicked off, for a second, and when she again opened her eyes Erik had - what, grabbed? - Quinn. They were having a moment; Cadence felt almost as if she was intruding. Being strong, and being strong for yourself, seemed to be the thesis. She could get behind that - being strong was important for yourself first - but being strong for other people had to be a close second. Quinn bounced away; closer towards her, and for a last time the girl cast her gaze to Erik. She offered him an apologetic smile.

"Maybe we can talk music over lunch sometime."

She took a careful step toward Quinn, and raised her right hand toward his own, catching his wrist with a clumsy moment indicative of using the 'wrong' hand. In a quick motion she let go, tapped her middle finger across her palm, hard, and the same finger moved to Quinn's palm. The boy felt a quick flash of pain not unlike that from a paper cut before she clasped his fingers - her palm flush to his. She pushed gently on his hand in the air. Blood to blood. That was a thing people did to cement alliances, right?

The top of her middle finger glittered with a wire knot, but the metal quickly faded back to flesh. Cadence looked pleased with herself - a smile - but did not force herself to meet his eyes as she turned to stand beside him, looking toward the rest of the class. "Sounds good to me."

Quinn didn't take his eyes off of her throughout the entire process, not even to wince at the sudden sting in his hand; only when she finally talked, and turned her attention away from him - not that she'd met his gaze once - he finally spoke. "Uhh, you're autistic, aren't you? It's fine if you are, I've got a cousin, I just figured you should tell me."

"Yeah." The smile fell, looked faker, more surface-level. Her tone was flat. "I didn't think it was that obvious." She had a feeling - a dread deep in her chest - that, maybe, she'd made a mistake.

"Called it." He raised his hand for a fist bump. "You're good."

The feeling subsided. A tilt of the head - she met his eyes again, now, almost inquisitive, almost shocked - and, surprising herself, she laughed and returned the gesture. She swayed slightly in the aftermath, rolling onto the balls of her feet, a small shake of the head. "Thanks."

 

[Pumpkid]

Viola Chiodos
[Location: Gym / Mentions: CelticHero37 Spiderverse Lady Warlock RedLeftHand36 Prizzy Kriyze / Interactions: Meredith Prizzy Kriyze ]​

CJ, of all the people to send, it had to be one of the delinquents. The guy wasn't exactly DWMA material, but at least he was decent except when he tends to twist peoples minds with his riddles. The thought of the guy being in charge as an excuse for his tendencies. Viola would have to keep an eye on teacher before complaining. As expected, the tour wasn't...well a tour. It was just a rush of here and there for a second. The only positive thing CJ has done is stopped to answer questions, but even then it did not keep her from wanting to strangle the guy. She wasn't the only one. One of the students that had asked a question and corrected, blew a fuse. Viola's first impression from the beginning was different than expected. It wouldn't be any different for everyone now, right? The girl stood to the side and cool off. This was her chance to approach her and ask for her well-being. Then again, she maybe wants to be alone?

Her attention is grabbed by Arma, the bubbly boy. She smiles softly thinking "At least someone is showing some enthusiasm." It dawned on her, everyone in the group was reserved. No smiles, no excited talking. It was suspicious. She would have to initiate something to get people to talk and be friendly. The behavior is not something DWMA requires. The more the hooded girl thought about it, the more she over analyzed. Two males on the side awfully close as if sparked some sort of competition, and a awkward girl with her case. Behind Viola enters two identical looking students. Twins! Her eyes sparkled with interest, but then it faded seeing the girl's shirt unbuttoned with wrinkles dressed as a hooligan. "unacceptable! Who would ever enter half-assed dressed? " She growls to herself, chewing her cheek stop to restrain herself. She takes a deep breath and looks away before pulling the strings of her hood to cover her face. She had to get away from the twins before she went mad with indecision.

Blindly walking within the stadium and bumping into two people. She felt the collision as not solid wall, but bodies of meat. Viola pulls back after feeling their faces. A gasp of concerned, has her swift fingers expanding her hood to normal, but enough to shroud her eyes. Standing in front was the awkward girl and one of the competitive boys from her inspection. She wasn't expecting to actually bump into them. Flustered from her stupidity, she explains herself. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you. I was trying to get away from..." Viola pauses to remember what she was attempting to avoid and cringes. She squats down and clasps her head. "...from a girl who has no sense of organization let alone leveling." She grumbled.

 

[Lady Warlock]

Xavian Shilder
As Xavian provided a brief tour of the things that he could while leading the group, his feet kept moving swiftly even though he continued to speak. He showed them the cafeteria, the main classrooms that they utilized for lectures with EAT students and they even passed by the Dojo which was a room built for meditation, soul work and individual sparring matches on a smaller scale. He gestured in the general direction of the Death Room and described several situations in which students might need to go there, none of which sounded too desirable. Of course, it was to be expected that getting called to meet with the headmistress wasn’t exactly a good thing.

However, it was also very obvious that Xavian had a particular destination in mind and that they got closer to it with each footstep he took ahead of the students he was leading. Finally, they arrived at it.

Gently, Xavian nudged at the two students towards the back of the first group that CJ had been leading so that he could make his way more into the large gymnasium that looked like it was set up for colosseum style fighting. “Excuse me,” he said to Niamh and Brennan, though he didn’t know that those were their names at the time.

Stepping between the siblings, Xavian called to CJ, “I think you forgot half your group, CJ! Don’t worry, I grabbed ‘em for you and Ksenia’s waiting to make sure no more trickle in and end up lost.” Briefly, Xavian allowed his eyes to scan the students he hadn’t yet laid eyes on before turning his attention back to his… uhm… coworker? Thinking of CJ as a coworker was an odd thing to do, though. “Anyway, since I got back early, I figured maybe we could change up the plan a bit. Having them all fight you was always a bit of an odd plan anyway. How about we team them up and play a game of Capture the Flag? It’s a good way to get the blood flowing, get thoughts of teamwork off to a good start and encourage interaction all at once.”

Suddenly, Xavian remembered that he still had a group of students behind him. Turning to them, he gestured to the students who had already been there. “First off, allow me to introduce you to the rest of your class. You’ll all be learning together and working together once the work gets underway. And then, allow me to introduce CJ. He’s one of our current academy death scythes.”

There.

Now all his bases were covered.

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