Fandom Soul Eater: Pull of Magic

[Exanis]

Isaac KelseyOne moment he was attacking that unnervingterriblehaunting reminder of Her, the next he saw Lil' Al in front of him, arm partially transformed into a shield and protecting his target, then a fist firmly planted into his back, which promptly sent him crashing into the smol shield boy, and if that wasn't bad enough, just for a split second, the length of a chair crashing against a wall, he felt such a horrendous pain jolt through his entire body and soul. Well, at least the world was now in focus, though honestly, Isaac wasn't sure how much of a good thing that was considering now he was fully aware that there was not one, not two, but five presences in this room that reeked of magic, and he was positive that one of them had punched him in the back, and didn't that send a surge of disgust through his body.

Aaaaand then Ms. M grabbed his arm and began to lecture him, but honestly right now he was still reeling from the agony and frankly this was the last thing he wanted to deal with right now, what with his flimsy now regained self-control was fraying at the seems already. "The fact that you're stopping me, teach, means that they're actually supposed to be here. In that case, I'ma have to take you up on that detention, cause I really ain't feelin' all that well right now. Not with these things around." Here he turns to give the Witches an unnerved look. Then with a shuddering sigh to fully reel in his, well, everything, Isaac pulled his arm out of Mayra's grip and turned to walks towards the classroom door, stopping at its threshold to look over his should, staring specifically at Jacy. "I ain't sure how you're related to that flaming parrot bitch but the fact that you are means you ain't trustworthy in the least, no matter what you say and how you act. You'll all show your true colors soon enough.

With those parting words, Isaac stepped passed the doorway and into the hallway, all the while ignoring everyone else and all their actions, and standing as far as he could from the door, while staying in the boundaries of the hallway, awaiting whatever teacher that would undoubtedly pick him up, and he was almost positive that he would have a Death Chop at the very least, courtesy of Lord Death, in his near future.
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[shadowdude505]

Cleopatra Levine​

Cleopatra tried to tune out Azuman, which was kinda hard to do with cat ears. "I'm not that kind of witch," is what she wanted to say, but various events transpired that stopped her from saying it. She saw a teen wearing clown face-paint lunging in her direction. Her tail bristled as adrenaline started to kick in. She quickly stood up and tried to jump out of the way, but again events transpired against her.

Cleo's stomach lurched as she was suddenly lifted up into the air by Jacy, giving her a good view as chaos broke loose. One of the weapon kids tried to block angry clown boy's attack with a partial shield transformation; Cleo was honestly a little surprised that a non-witch had tried to help them. Then it seamed like just about anyone wanted in on the action. Azuman leapt toward the scene and a recent witch arrival charged in from behind to deck clown boy in the back. Then a chair was thrown, the sudden sound caught Cleo off guard. Her ears perked strait up and her tail bristled up even more. She closed her eyes as a strange wave of pain went up her spine. "What the hell was that?" It had to be some kind of Meister technique, but the pain was gone now and she was glad that she hadn't been dropped.

"I think it's safe now," Cleo said to Jacy as the clown boy, Isaac, left the room. She had no idea who the "flaming parrot bitch" was, but she was probably a witch.

Another witch entered the room at the tail end of things and suddenly started to yell. Cleo clutched her cat ears with her hands, tail bristling once again. Once the yelling was done, she grabbed her tail and ran her hand down it to un-fluff it faster. She glanced over at Ra, giving her fellow witch her usual blank stare. She kinda seemed nervous to be there, or that was Cleo's read on her anyway.

Cleo returned to her seat beside Tosomore. She absentmindedly ran a clawed finger across her desk as she waited for the class to actually start.

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[Solarknight]

Kamilia Eeikhart​

Kamilia was simply shaken by the fact of what outbursts have just simply taken place in what seemed to be only a minute. The first thing Kamilia noticed was Alain taking a hit. “No! Not MY Bunny.” Using her quickness to her advantage she jumped in front of Alain blocking anymore incoming hits. Blocking the hits didn’t seem the smartest idea for she could be the next one to get headbutted. “Can you move Alain? I think it would probably be best if we get you out of this mess? Alright?” Kamilia managed to smile at a time like this which seemed impossible.

Kamilia looked around at all the witches which were scattered around the room she let out a big sigh. “As someone who has attended this academy for a year I believe I should apologize for all of this mess. I personally have no grudges against unlike some other students. So please feel free to sit around me and Alain or just sit away from the other’s I think professor will understand.” Speaking of the professor Kamilia thought about how stressed she must be in this situation.

“Uhm Professor would you like Alain and I to go and find help?” Kamilia managed to smile once more as she looked over to the professor.

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[GrieveWriter]

Tosomore & Azuman

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The more people who tried joining the fray, the wider Azuman's smile got, already his hands were changing back into maces. Oh! Oh! Even another witch was joining in! If he were a lesser man he'd be absolutely salivating at the size of this fight, but for the moment. He landed and skidded forward, Mace hands already reared back as the first blows started connecting. But right before he could reach them and join in, Azuman noticed a chair go flying nearby. And when it landed, it felt as though a shock-wave had hit him full force. He lost his balance, fell and slid right past the glorious battle he was only millisecond away from. His momentum carried him right by, before twirling and smashing spine-first into the teacher's desk.

He never even got a swing in...

Tosomore had stayed right where she was supposed to be the entire time: In her seat. She couldn't care less about the tension around her, she was going to follow the trail to the knowledge no matter what! Even so, these classmates kept getting up, wasting time by fighting or protecting others, and the teacher had said that she'd explain when everyone was seated. Tosomore's eye twitched, all of this chaos was not getting her any closer to her information. She kept herself pacified by noting certain things about the meisters and their weapons, a number of them showing traits she hadn't been able to learn about whilst under the Order's jurisdiction. That kept her pacified, kept her calm while everyone went about flitting to and fro.

She moved not when the dumb clown came in swinging, not when half the class jumped in to stop him, not even when Jacy flew up and dragged Cleo up towards the ceiling, barely even responding when she apologized for leaving her, "Do not worry," Tosomore had called back up to them "I am remaining here as per the Mentor's instructions."

But then the chair landed, and suddenly Tosomore's arms pressed tighter against her chest as she was stricken by a wave of pain. A soul attack... she'd been stricken by a soul technique.

Suddenly, Tosomore's gaze snapped towards the thrower of said chair, "Dead Bully...Bully Bully Dead...Bully Dead Bully..." she muttered under her breath before biting her tongue and tearing her gaze away.

The teacher got involved soon after that, putting an end to the growing battle before Azuman could fully recover from his intimate meeting with that Desk. He slipped a bit once the next witch stepped in, spewing curses and yells like it was going out of business. By the time he was back on his feet, Isaac had already jumped at the possibility of detention and was marching out, "Yo Izzy! I can tell you're gonna need some stress relief after this!" Azuman called out after him "Look me up after class and we can toss each other around a bit, eh?"

After that, he stood tall once more and clapped loudly, "Woo! Great start everyone! Couple more classes like this and we'll be setting a damn fine precedent!" looking over the numerous witches in their class now, he grinned "I can tell that this is just gonna be so... so much fun guys. And that's not just the mild concussion speaking!"

Leaning against the teacher's desk, he gestured to himself "But if any of you witches need someone to step in and help you fight off some aggressors, I'm always willing to jump into the midst of-"

"May we discard the sitting rule?" The even question came from none other than Tosomore herself "As long as more students continue coming in, we risk destabilizing the momentum, perhaps you can just give them the details now before something else happens."

"Calm it down, Toso!" Azuman interrupted her with a shrug as he finally pushed away from the desk "I know you're tryin' to be all patient and stuff, but this a momentous occasion!"

He gestured to his classmates "A bunch of Meisters and Weapons whose sole goal since coming here has been to put a stop to evil." he then turned towards the few Witches among them "Now have to work with a representation of that Evil for some reason or other."

"Destruction would perhaps be a better term to use than Evil," Tosomore stated "though their relation is not incidental, assuming one for the other could lead to errors such as..."

Her gaze went to the door, then to her fellow witches "...that one."

It was at that moment Cleo returned to her seat, and Tosomore was about to ask about which breed of cat made up her extra appendages when that girl from earlier began speaking. She apologized for the actions of her classmates, claiming to not share their grudges and offering seats beside her and her weapon.

Tosomore shook her head "Unnecessary, I find no reason to complicate sitting. Places shall be determined over several classes as long as behavioral patterns line up."

"Yeah!" Azuman said as he slid into the seat on Tosomore's other side "Besides, I've already got the whole welcome wagon thing covered, Kammy. Prepping a full Five-Course Azuman Special for our new pals here!"

 

[Honeymilktea]

Shizuka Hori | 保利静香
L O C A T I O N | Classroom – DWMA
M O O D | Afraid
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Unable to comprehend the whole catastrophe, she shook her head and only wished that her day wouldn’t get worse. Surprised at the actions the boy with the teal eyes took, she didn’t quite know what to say. Did he hate the witches, or did he like them? Why did he defend them or was he defending the shield boy? Quietly, she rose from her seat. She quickly walked down to the entrance and grabbed the seat that the boy had just thrown. As Professor Mayra chastised the manic boy, she couldn’t help but look at his expression. The boy named Isaac had eyes that flared with anger and hate. As he exited the room, she prayed for his wellbeing and shyly waved goodbye. When would the students get an explanation? It seems that patience is running thin.

Suddenly, another girl loudly entered the room. Shizuka shot a glare at the rumbustious girl who entered and commanded everyone to sit down and follow directions. One thing that Shizuka hated was people telling her what to do and how to do things. As she walked along the aisle, she avoided eye contact with everyone and placed the chair back. Behind her, Kamila had taken the initiative to apologize to the witches and welcome them. Overhearing a conversation between the witch and another boy, she smirked and giggled. Some of the tense air was lifted as the two interacted some more. It was endearing how the boy with green eyes was just chasing the same witch a few moments ago and now having a normal-ish conversation. It’s funny how they were just in combat, but now civilly talking to each other. However, it’s also rather alarming that some students are so quick to accept the witches. Best keep my distance a little more to see everyone’s true colors.

Finally, she had made it back to her seat.

“Did you want your seat back or you’re just going to spend all day standing?” she said as placed the chair next to the boy with teal eyes.
“My apologies, I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced. My name is Shizuka Hori. I’m from Japan. Nice to meet you,” she bowed. “What can I call you by?”

 

[Asagi]

MAKO



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"What a joke..."

Mako rambled as she made her way to the classroom.

They make it a big deal but yesterday was nothing special, not like any day matters more than the others

"Such rubbish"

The girl, annoyed as she was, continued walking towards her classroom, given the time she was already late, but she had no intention to rush or cared in the slightest about it. Being late was already a routine for her, and this attitude got her in problems already with the school.

"Sorry I am l-" She said without a single hint of remorse, or was about to say it, before she was interrupted by a scene that was already happening in the classroom.

“Hey, teach....Is this a joke?.....What's a witch doing here?"

A white haired boy spoke and shortly after that

“Because we are your classmates. Surprise.”

Another person answered the boys question, this time a girl, with a tone not matching the boy's worries.

"Witches...?" She said as she walked towards an empty chair, the focus of the classroom was already in those two so she was able to blend perfectly without being called out for her tardiness

Is this some kind of prank or did they finally lose it? But after scanning her surroundings and judging the faces of many students around her...

I guess they lost it

However, the girl simply sat down, and then proceeded to lie on the desk, closing her eyes as the situation kept escalating for the worse.

As long as they do not do their bullshit around me it is fine, for now I should just take this opportunity to enjoy my youth

Unfortunately for her, the situation got to the point a student tried to attack another person, this act wasn't what disturbed her, but rather the noise that followed up after that.

Still, with her eyes closed

"You lot are noisy"

She was clearly annoyed.

​

 

[simj26]

Francesca Lee
That stench. That smell of magic hung in the air, heavier than ever. She could smell them, and every fiber of her body was torn between the innate wish to separate their heads from their bodies. She didn’t care about their souls, she didn’t care who they were, she just wanted them dead. She didn’t know what the staff was thinking, hoping that constant exposure to residual scents from the belongings of the Witches would gradually get her used to the smell. It worked, for the most part, at the cost of some furniture. However, when they day did come, Francesca realised that she only got used to the dampened scents. Now that the actual articles were here, in this very school, in this very hallway, she was finding it hard to keep her thoughts organised. She would even go as far as to call it intoxicating. She wasn't prepared for this. One of those blasted Witches barely brushed past her on her way to her class, and it took all she had to stop herself from taking the Witch's head right there and then. Damn it. She stumbled to her class, her face pale. She wanted to throw up so bad. Holding in her violent urges was doing no favours for her constitution. She wanted to murder, she wanted to flay them alive, her heart ached each time one of them walked past her. Maybe it was better in her class. She reached for the door to the classroom, before one of those DAMN WITCHES crashed past her and burst into the room. Every muscle in Francesca’s body froze up. Did that FUCKING SHIT just bump into her like that, without so much as a single iota of consideration? What a FUCKING BITCH. Francesca’s face twisted into a scowl and she slammed her fist onto the wall beside her. Was she sure she couldn’t just take her dumb head off right here? Lord Death wouldn’t mind right? Just one small problem removed? One less issue to keep an eye on? No. No no no. He’d be mad. Lord Death would be very very mad. He’d probably give her one of those Death Chops. Those hurt like hell. She had had enough of those from her training to restrain herself from going wild. She had to relax. She had to breathe in, breathe out, relax. These weren’t enemies, SCUM AS THEY ARE, so she could relax. But what if one of them was a double agent? What if this DUMB BITCH was one of those double agents? She could use that as an excuse, right? She could totally use that as an excuse if she lopped off her head. She thought that PIECE OF SHIT was a double agent working for the bad Witches, even though the only good Witches were DEAD ONES.

She took in a deep breath, then entered the classroom. Or was about to, when Isaac strode out of the room, and parked himself as far away as possible from the classroom. Of all the people in the class, this guy was the only one she could understand the most. He had a discordant mental wavelength, but she could just barely stay in tune with it. In any case, it was enough to learn from his mannerisms that not all was going well for those DISGUSTING SCUM’s first day in school. Okay. Not a good thing to know. She could hear the voices in the class, and what she could make out of the conversation sounded like some discussion. Most of it seemed to be quite empathetic towards the Witches. Francesca grabbed her left arm with her right hand, her fingernails digging into the skin. She had to understand. These people never had their families massacred in front of them, so badly that the trauma locked away their memories. Let them defend these Witches. Sooner or later, their true colors will show, and reveal them for the monsters that they were. Alright, that was enough pep talk. Time to go in.

She opened up the door, stepping through the threshold. “Mornin’, Teach,” she directed her greeting to Mayra. She took in a deep breath of the air inside the class. For a second, her mind blanked out, her body feeling as if she was swimming in the vast ocean. Subconsciously, her axe materialised within her hand. The weight of the steel weapon and its cold surface brought her back to reality. She glanced down at her hand, and scowled. With a wave of her hand, the axe melted back into herself. "Okay, let’s see," she turned towards the class, and let out another loud, long sigh. "So what do we have here?" She directed her attention to the dark-haired Witch, and gave a non-committal sniff. "That one smells like hairballs and wet fur, so she's gotta be Leo. Ain't that right, cat?" Her head turned to face the one with the dark skin and braids. "This one smells of dirt and carelessness. The goat, I think? Kapri? Then next comes…" her eyes shifted to the one with the pale blue skin and silver hair, "worms and death, Toledo, right? Followed by...huh, what's this?" Francesca stopped, then slowly made her way towards the one wearing the silly cape. "Oh, you're interesting." Without warning, her hand shot out, grabbing hold of the girl's face. Francesca drew in a deep breath, taking in the smell of undiluted magic from the smaller girl. She wanted to crush her neck right here, right now, and rip it from her body. But there was something strange about this one. This smell had made her confused when they sent a sample of her scent to her to memorise. It smelled like a damp towel that had been left in the bathroom for too long. It smelled like disappointment, was the best descriptor she could think of. Francesca released the girl and drew back, a lazy smile on her face. "Yeah, yeah, I remember your smell. You're the one that smelled like disappointment. Ra? Ra Ningin? Was that your name? Yeah, you're that Witch of nothing, right? I take it back. You're boring. Get some personality in your smell, Witch. Or maybe wet blanket is your unique smell? Whatever.”

She took another deep breath. Surely she could stand that smell now. She paused, then coughed and gagged. No way. No way no way no way. It was just too strong. There was just too much magic in the room. She let out another long and overly dramatic sigh. “I don’t think I can stay in this room with them. I’d be more like to chop off Ms. So-and-So’s head here than I am likely to learn something today.” She wrapped her arms around her body and gave a fake shiver. “Aaaaah, this is way too much for me. With all these white knights here today too! Protecting the very race that killed and destroyed friends and families of so many! I would never be able to keep up with all of them!” She held her mock-frightened pose a second longer, then relaxed. “Yeah, I’m just gonna go check on Isaac, Teach. Some people just can’t understand the dude like I do, y’know, with the whole need to detach the heads of certain murderous scum. I’ll see if I can’t talk him out of his detention.” She waved to Mayra, then slipped out of the door. She paused, then poked her head through the door again. “Then afterwards, I’ll just stay in the nurse’s office, cool? Cool. See ya, Teach.”

Once outside, she shut the door and took in a deep breath. She had tried to make sure her hands didn’t shake so much throughout the whole ordeal. She could only barely keep herself together in that thick miasma of magic. That Witch’s silhouette kept flashing through her eyes every time she breathed in, and each time she did, she wanted to swing her axe at the nearest Witch. She gulped down the feeling of murder, and pushed herself off from the wall, sauntering up to Isaac. She clapped her hand on his shoulder, which was almost an entire feet above her head, and leaned against the wall beside him. "Hey, first day with Witches. Don't get Chopped just for that, man. It ain't worth it."

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[AiDEE-c0]

Io Fleetwood, Kapra Reynolds



Location: Shibusen
Time: Morning
Interactions: simj26 GrieveWriter
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As Kapra moved in to charge her fist against Isaac's back, Io stayed back in the hallway and observed the events with a blank expression. Challenge? What was she even talking about? It wouldn't take long for the dust to settle, Isaac landing face-first into the metal of a shield after being knocked forward. Things almost seemed sufficient enough for Io to actually enter the classroom, yet what school would this be if someone still didn't have to drag their mouth on about something, loudly, for way too long. It was a two-in-one deal too, outside and inside of cacophony bliss. Drooling on inside was Azuman, and barging by came a new, loud-mouthed face, followed also by Francesca, who apparently felt she was deserving of a monologue of her own. The demon weapon massaged her right temple with a finger, eventually turning towards the axe-orator as she went to follow the leaving Isaac. With a scoff timed exactly as Francesca passed by her, she spoke towards her with an unamused tone, looking over her shoulder.
"You talk way too much."
Without awaiting, or even expecting a retort, Io finally entered the classroom at last, finding a seat at the very back of it. She made no further comment, instead dealing with some last, finishing touches upon her hair, through the use of her hands and a hand-mirror, pulled out of her bag.

In the meanwhile, just a couple moments previously, Kappy found herself at the end of a fight way quicker than she thought she would, signalled by a sharp pain crawling across her body at the crash of a chair against the wall. The experience almost made her want to lunge against the person who caused it and break a bone or two. It was an unfair ending to a battle in which they were not even participating, that definitely felt like cheating of some sort. Was it an attempted provocation?

However, all such thoughts were dispersed as her previous target stood up from the ground, taking a turn out of the classroom. Kapra shrugged, grin again growing on her face. She gave the whole classroom a thumbs-up gesture, seeing as a good amount of eyes were still laid in the general direction of the door and thus, by extension, her, only to be met by a frail-looking girl forcing herself in front of the boy whose arm became a shield. While most of what the girl proceeded to say flew over Kappy's head, she nevertheless gave some sort of appreciative, albeit lightly confused nod. What had her a tad more engaged was the speech from the boy she could've sworn she saw also charging against the one with make-up... only to disappear somewhere with the crash of that chair. There were excited sentences of fighting and concussions, passionate topics for the goat-witch, that she could quite get on board with.
"You. I like your spirit! Maybe we could... eh?"
What stopped her from finishing her sentence as she turned to Azuman was the coming of another student into the room, a red-haired girl, by the looks, throwing comments left and right.
"Dirt...?"
Kappy moved her head instinctively to sniff at her armpits, curious if that was really true. Was it? No, not really. What she smelt of was hard work and youthful health, there was no doubt about it. But... that girl really was a mood killer, wasn't she? Before Kapra could even call her out on picking on Ra, she was already talking about white knights and destruction, before leaving after clown-boy. The witch let out an audible exhale, before shaking her head from side to side. She was still standing in a presentable position within the classroom, so to take off the mind from the rude words of seconds ago, maybe she could just introduce herself? Ah, there was nothing to lose, and it's not like the witch had any sense of embarrassment within her to hold her back.
"Well... I'm Kappy! It's nice to be making all of you acquain... tance? Yeah! That's the word! I'm hoping we can get along pretty nicely, eh? Now, do I just find a seat, or...? Wait! No, don't answer that. I just think I... will!"
And as she said, she did, walking towards the chairs of the classroom, noisily slumping down in one. She sat next to Io, seeing as she was the only person she had kinda spoken to before. The illicited reaction to this manifested as a bothered groan, both girls now in wait for further explanation and/or instructions.

 

[xAlter]

Anri Han
Time: Morning
Place: Classroom
Interactions: Honeymilktea
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Panting slightly as he watched the various reactions of people across the room reacting to his sound wave disruption, Anri tried to shoulder off the pain he too felt crawling up and down his spine. While others may feel the urge to kill him now, Anri tightened the hold on the knife in his hand. The reactions to it, were subtle. Some gave him glares that promised pain, and others he could hear whispering about his death, other worldly pain, and one that was... nope. He wasn't going there. He had enough problems as is. So much was happening, that Anri went to collapse into his chair, but he forgot the chair was at the bottom of the room. Almost as if sensing what the girl next to him was thinking, he spoke out loud only so she could hear. "I wasn't protecting just one or the other... I was protecting both."

Once more, his reverie was interrupted yet again when more people loudly entered the room. This time a short (he'd call her midget if they ever got along), rambunctious witch entered. She was shouting at them, and Anri had half a mind to throw his knife at her, maybe cause another sound burst to disrupt more wave lengths. While he wasn't one to hold grudges, or even strike out of spite, Anri's own willingness to accept this situation was getting further and further away with every introduction. This was just plain madness. Battle junkies and psychos alike kept entering the room, demanding things from the others. Looking to see the girl next to him walk down and grab his seat, Anri let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Too many witches, too many people I won't be able to get along with... great school year."

Anri grabbed the seat as it was placed under him, sitting down and placing his blade on the desk. Wiping a bead of sweat off his forehead, Anri looked to the girl next to him, who had so politely introduced herself. "Thanks for bringing my seat back, and sorry for any pain I caused." he replied, going to stand up, but wincing when he banged his knee on the desk. Bowing from his seat, he let a small smile pass. "Ah, it's nice to meet you Miss Hori. You can call me Anri Han... from..." he trailed off as pictures of ashes, smoke, and smoldering buildings came to the forefront of his mind. "-from somewhere that doesn't exist anymore." Quickly trying to change topics, Anri asked another question. "Excuse me, Miss Hori, but have we met before?"

 

[Misuteeku]

Ben Agnew
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When the situation had seemed to simmer down, Ben went back to sagging into his seat. He was surprised at first when Goth Face was punched in the back by Mystery Witch X into Mr. Benedict's son, to where some random guy threw a chair in hopes it accomplished something. Then he slowly stopped caring when the teacher decided to intervene with the situation leading to his current situation now. With a sigh and his uninterested look returning back onto his face, he looked back to the professor and waited for her next directions. He winced as another girl, who he presumed to be a witch, came in bursting in while yelling her lungs out. Plugging his last earplug in, he tuned her out before she could finish her speech. He was tired of all of this noise and drama coming out of nowhere to deal with, and didn't want to involve himself anymore.

With peace and somewhat quiet filling his ears, he quietly thought to himself. Who was going to be his weapon partner this time? He had a few other partners throughout the school year, they were all of paired to better partners. Better was rather subjective since he only met his weapons half way with his wavelength. Through either spite or laziness, it didn't matter to Ben at all. All he needed to do was learn, swing a weapon, and do all that stuff to the most lackluster degree. Whatever his weapon was, he probably repeat the process again. Gain a weapon, be lazy, wave the weapon off in goodbye as they leave to find a better partner. The only thing he felt bad for was wasting their time on a lazy meister like himself.

 

[Honeymilktea]

Shizuka Hori | 保利静香
L O C A T I O N | Classroom – DWMA
M O O D | Hopeful
I N T E R A C T I O N | xAlter Misuteeku

As students slowly trickled into the classroom, the atmosphere became more rowdy. More yelling and roasting continued within the classroom, but Shizuka actively decided to shut the negativity out. She didn't have the energy to handle anymore situations. Though it was good that the students and witches were at least interacting, Shizuka could not make a clear judgment without more information. Her attention switched back to Anri.

Ooo...that was quite awkward. I didn't mean make him feel more uncomfortable...

"You don't have to call me Miss Hori. Shizuka is just fine. I came to Death City to get away from all of the formalities," she explained. "But is it okay if I call you Anri? We are classmates after all."

"Excuse me, Miss Hori, but have we met before?" Anri questioned.

"Never formally introduced. I've seen you around in other classes before. We've just never gotten the opportunity to talk."

Frustrated from all of the noise and name calling, Shizuka let out a groggy sigh. The jet-lag was getting to her. She needed her daily tea, but forgot to brew some this morning. Pulling out a bag of snacks, she opened them and pushed some snacks towards Anri's direction as a offering of her friendship. The bag of snacks had shrimp chips, green tea wafers, some tea bags, and gummis all from Japan.

"Have a taste of my home land," she smiled. "It might lighten up your mood." Not wanting to be rude, she let Anri have the first pick. As she waited, she noticed another person who seemed fed up with the situation as well. He was drowning out the madness with his music.

"And you over there-ahh, I don't think he could hear me with those ear buds in. But if you'd like, there's some snacks here," she mumbled.

Pointing to a bag of shrimp chips and green tea wafers, she signaled for the boy with ear buds in his ears to come sit next to her in the back with Anri.

 

[Lady Warlock]

Vladamir Yemun and Mayra Feivel

It wasn’t unintentional that Vladamir was running late to class on the first day back from break. Per his agreement with Mayra and the other teachers, they were usually meant to be there at least 15 minutes early when they were involved in the lesson. However, on this particular day, Vladamir wasn’t sure he had the patience to deal with what the classroom would be like; he wasn’t happy about Lord Death’s decision to invite witches into their esteemed academy, and he knew at least some of the students would have the same line of thought that he had. That would definitely instigate some chaos and Vladamir wasn’t sure he would be able to restrain himself when it came to dealing with that chaos because he was already uncertain he agreed with things from the get-go.

He knew Marya wouldn’t be the happiest with him, but it was better than him losing control and accidently going off on one of his students, witch or otherwise. At least, he presumed it would be preferable.

Walking up the classroom, there were two things he noticed almost immediately. One was that Isaac was already standing outside the door, as though waiting for an escort to detention. That wasn’t a good start to things at all. The second thing he heard was a screaming voice he was entirely unfamiliar with yelling at everyone to sit down along with a fair amount of language that usually wasn’t classroom friendly in any regard at all. “Trouble already, eh, Isaac?” He nodded briefly in acknowledgement of his student before continuing his walk into the classroom where he would no doubt see that trouble with his own two eyes. Indeed, that was precisely how it played out, too. He was just barely able to identify the body that the yelling had been coming from, he saw two witches flying down from the ceiling and taking their seats again - no doubt after causing some of this chaos - and he felt himself fuming internally. Clearly this was already evidence that Lord Death’s decision had not been a wise one.

Of course, in reality, Vladamir didn’t know the true context of anything going on.

“Trial students, allow me to remind you right now that Lord Death’s acceptance of your kind into this academy is on a trial basis. He will be getting weekly reports on how classes are going, so let us as professors do our jobs, don’t get into fights, and simply take your seats in class. It really doesn’t seem like too much to ask.” Of course, sometimes it was too much to ask for his regular students, but Vladamir didn’t feel inclined to acknowledge that within the moment. As he was speaking, he saw Francesca walking past him as though she meant to leave. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of that, but he knew he should check in with Mayra before taking things any further.

“Mayra, how can I best help you right now?” he inquired. It was her class to teach, after all. He was just there as enforcement as needed.

“Figure out what Isaac and Francesca plan on doing for the duration of class. Isaac was willing to take detention and then Fran was going to talk him out of it, maybe. If they’re going to skip, though, they might as well be brought to detention because they’re going to need to learn how to last in class sooner or later. Skipping isn’t something we can have them use to cope with changes.”

Vladamir nodded understandingly. He hated having to force change on his students when he personally didn’t agree with it, but he wasn’t about to argue with her proposition. They would need to learn to manage, after all, unless some disaster came along and changed the Grim Reaper’s mind.

As Vladamir walked back out by the entrance, Mayra once again tried to take back control of her class. She walked back up front and turned to face the students who were in a variety of different places by that point in the morning. “Well now, I believe we are only missing a few students at this point. I’m intending on starting class on time today so I would appreciate it if those of you who haven’t found seats yet did so quickly.” Most of them already seemed to be working on getting back into their seats, so she didn’t anticipate too much more trouble going forward. Mayra was quite fine with that.

Meanwhile, Vladamir went to greet the two students who had decided that class wasn’t the best place for them to be. He stood in front of them, tapping his feet curiously and eyeing up each of them for a moment. “So, will it be detention, then?” he asked them. “This change we’ve had here isn’t likely going to be just for today so skipping isn’t really a good coping skill to manage it. We can go back into class, and I’ll sit with you two in back or we can go have a talk with Lord Death and see how he proposes we resolve this. Your choice.”

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[shadowdude505]

Cleopatra Levine​

A full Five-Course Azuman Special. What the hell did that even mean? Cleo glanced over at the Demon Weapon, blankly eyeing the teen up and down. Despite all of his bravado, he seemed harmless; At least he wasn't openly hostile. He had tried to jump in to defend them during all the chaos after all, keyword being tried.

Cleo internally shrugged and turned her attention back toward the teacher. She understood that most people probably didn't like witches. Over the years they've done terrible things, she had done terrible things. She doubted she could convince the older witches to turn over a new leaf, but she could definitely try to change her own life.

The arrival of a hostile girl quickly snapped her attention away from her thoughts. Cleo gave the girl her usual unenthusiastic stare, but her tail twitched a little like an agitated cat's. She could let go of being insulted, but physically assaulting one of the witches was another story. Her pupils shifted into feline slits and she dug her nails across the top of her desk, creating a set of scratch marks. Cleo looked at Jacy, then at the teacher. Surely the teacher would step in. Letting the teacher do her thing was the only good option, the only option she thought Jacy would like. She didn't want to be the reason that all the witches were kicked out.

The hostile chick, Francesca, let go of Ra before the teacher could really do anything. Cleo released her tension as Francesca left the room. Her pupils returned to normal and she started to look more like her uninterested self again. "Note to self, stay clear of Francesca and Isaac if possible..." Surprisingly her list of people to be wary of was pretty short. She kinda expected more people to be openly hostile, but so far only two made a strong troublesome impression.

But in other news, it looked like class would be starting soon.

 

[GrieveWriter]

Tosomore & Azuman

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Tosomore had assumed that after the Juggalo and Ra were done, things would simmer down.

Enter Francesca, who seemed determined to do what Isaac attempted... but through verbal warfare alone. Azuman immediately stood in his seat and ooed and awed exaggeratedly over every single insult. When Tosomore found herself under her gaze, she couldn't exactly deny the comments on her particular internal fragrance, what she did have a problem with was the spread of misinformation.

"Tosomore." she corrected evenly before looking around the room "Do not allow her to spread false information about me. I have never visited Toledo and, to my knowledge, have never come into contact with anyone from there. My name is Tosomore."

But when she started really going in on Ra, even the awkward Necromancer had to lean out of Azuman's way as he was practically slipping off the top of his desk "Oh she's calling you out, girl! Callin' you out to yo face!"

Tosomore almost wished she could understand for a single second where his enthusiasm was coming from. Even as Francesca took her leave, he was giving her an applause complete with a few whistles here and there. It was odd, hadn't he just a moment ago been decrying such acts against them?

"You flip allegiances quick, I see." she noted

"Hm? Oh no, I'm just thinkin that her way of voicing how pissed she was went a whole lot better than Isaac's, even though his was more fun." he folded his arms and muttered "not that I got to enjoy that one."

Not too long after Fran dipped out, in comes Vlad reminding the Witches of their status as Trial students. Tosomore merely gave another slow blink, wondering if things would've gone better had they conducted this mixed class on some sort of neutral ground. It would've probably caused a lot less tension, although... perhaps it'd be harder for Lord Death's underlings to enforce peace. Tosomore pondered this almost momentarily, as Azuman was quick to whisper to both her and Cleo the moment Vlad left.

"Don't worry girls, there's plenty of ways to get into fights around here, just gotta work for em a bit harder." he said with a cheeky grin

"Why would-?"

Mayra started speaking again, inciting Tosomore to silence herself and listen as she explained that there shouldn't be many more students after them. Tosomore gave a small sigh, more students just meant more chances for more loudmouths to start derailing things.

"Yo Witches!"

Tosomore glanced to the side to find Azuman once more standing on his chair and folding his arms before jerking a thumb towards the door "Don't even sweat about Isaac and Fran, they'll either get bored after a few days of exclusion, or feast off one another's negative vibes until they provoke themselves into an unwarranted attack."

"Why would we not worry about that?" Tosomore asked evenly "Didn't half of your classmates jump to keep something like that from literally happening a few minutes ago?"

"No no, the Staff'll probably stop it before anything permanent happens." Azu waved off her concerns before looking up to the ceiling with a wistful grin "But in those few minutes of battle while your kicking the crap out of each other, you and them will understand more about each other then than ever. Battling is the best way for all of us to understand one another and our new classmates."

He put a hand next to his mouth and glanced between the Witch students while whispering "That's you guys!"

Putting both hands on his hips and smirked down at Tosomore "Why do you think I was trying to get you in a good ol' fightin' mood earlier?"

"You sound like you're retroactively excusing yourself."

"Even if I am," he gave a smug shrug "doesn't make what I'm saying false. Students can beat the hell out of each other as long as someone's overseeing it, and though I might overstep those bounds now and then, I'll adhere to any of those dumb- I mean exclusively respectable rules if it means bringing everyone a step closer to peace."

"I can not tell if he's lying or not." Tosomore stated "And that is very upsetting."

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

6:21 AM, Death City.

At this hour and at this time of year, the sun hangs just below Death City's horizon. The local wildlife had already been well and truly roused, and a scant few busy bees have just begun their daily grind. Wafting out from a lightly cracked door frame, the scent of butter and pastry wafts through the streets. At its luxurious call, a stomach grumbles, belonging bartender who has only just been freed from a particularly hellish work night. His heart is light at the prospect of some hard-earned rest, but his feet ache none the less. Just as he thinks to take a moment to rest them, a head of white hair passes him by.

Leaving the ailing man well in the dust, a particular regular to these parts has just begun her morning routine. In chorus with the chirping of birds that fills the morning air, her footsteps echo out with a certain, practiced rhythm. For the past year, this route, these sights and sounds, have been an everyday part of her life.

After getting no less than eight hours of sleep each and every night, she rises without fatigue nor fail. For a few scant moments, she prepares herself. As she does before she rests, she dedicates no less than twenty minutes of her morning to stretching, to warm up her body and ensure proper circulation. Then, without sparing a moment for frivolities she pushes herself out the door. For the next thirty minutes she maintains a steady jog up and down Skull Avenue, the incline of which is perfect to prepare her legs for the long, daily trek up the steps of the DWMA. Upon returning home, she continues her exercise routine for a further thirty minutes, focusing on stamina training and leaving strength for a later point in the day, when the exertion will not effect her in her missions or education.

Once this is concluded, she fixes herself a well-balanced breakfast, being sure to include a grain, protein, and a fat in every meal. To avoid any possible chemical contamination, she thoroughly washes each and every ingredient she uses, only buys ethically sourced food, and never eats out. On a rare occasion, she will make an exception to this rule and treat herself to a croissant, purchased from a local cafe and topped with fresh tomato, avocado, sheep's cheese and lettuce, but only when a situation restricts her ability to cook for herself.

With a full stomach and well-woken muscles, the time then comes for her daily grooming. After first setting the kettle to boil, she makes her way into the bathroom and sets the shower to a medium heat, that leans towards the hotter end of the spectrum. Because the piping in her apartment is rather old, she is afforded a few moments before the water reaches its optimum temperature. She takes this time to disrobe, and gather together her morning products.

Entering the shower, she allows the hot water to run over her for exactly thirty seconds before beginning to wash away the sweat she's worked up. First, she uses a deep pore cleanser lotion, followed by a water activated gel cleanser and a lavender vanilla body wash. On her face, she uses an exfoliating gel scrub. Then she applies a charcoal facial mask, which she wears as she finishes the rest of her routine.

After she dresses herself, she returns to the kitchen, expecting her partner's alarm to begin ringing within the next few minutes, but not expecting her to leave her bed for tens more. Taking advantage of this, she prepares another breakfast, and lunch for the both of them. As she cooks, she enjoys a cup of antioxidant rich tea, the last step in her routine before she brushes her teeth. By the time her partner has crawled out from her bed, her hair surely a mess, the other girl has already hurried herself back out the front door, confident that the girl will at least show up to class on time.

Having already filled her belly and warmed up her body, she approaches the DWMA at a relaxed, yet uninterrupted pace. By the time she has arrived her breakfast has settled her limbs have properly recovered, and she is able to begin her school day without a single conc-

""AAAAH! OUTTA THE WAY!"

"MOTHERFUCKER!"

"SIT THE FUCK DOWN!"

"Flaming Parrot Bitch"

"White Knights"

"Isaac"

In and out, in and out. Just outside the classroom, the girl, who had only moments ago been quite satisfied with her morning, ground her teeth against one another. A million thoughts ran through her mind, each and every one shattering the morning tranquility she'd worked so hard to establish. She hadn't forgotten that this was The Big Day, as it were, but she'd just been planning to approach it as she would any other. She wasn't a huge fan of the idea of sharing a room with a bunch of Witches, but wiser minds had decided it was a risk worth worth taking. This, though, was another matter entirely.

Just who the fuck did they think they were?

Screaming at the top of their lungs. Fighting like apes. Coming in and out the door like it was fucking rotating. It wasn't even just the Witches, but her own classmates too. Of course, the biggest problem was the dynamic fucking duo themselves. The mad dogs of the class. The twin outcasts who thought themselves above it all. What she wouldn't have given to teach the both of them a lesson. But she wouldn't. She couldn't. As easy as it would've been to lay the twin-tailed mongrel out cold before she'd made it halfway down the hallway, she restrained herself. Even if she was managing to outshine all but one of the Witches in the field of sheer insufferably, she wasn't worth her time. If she was presented with an opportunity to punish the little pest, she'd pounce on it in an instant, but she wouldn't waste her effort chasing after her.

Her relaxed stroll having becoming a furious stomp, Seren didn't pay any heed to the other residents of the classroom as she entered. Not to the Witches, nor to the students she'd been sharing the room with for the past year of her life. There was, needless to say, a lot of sights within the room that caused her blood to boil a few degrees hotter, but class was just about to set itself in motion, and she knew when and how to pick her battles just a touch better than a certain redheaded pest.

 

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Grace Amadeus Fugue
Apartment --> DWMA (Classroom)
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"...And if you liked that one folks, you're gonna be thrilled that they've got a comeback tour lined up for this coming summer. You're listening to RRPR Death City, the Reaper! On this beautiful, Monday, morning. Next up on our A.M. Classic Rock hour, rockin' you all the way on your ride to work..."

Grace rolled over in her bed as the familiar station's overkill of a jingle finally managed to rip her from her sleep. Had she slept through her alarm? How'd she even manage to do that without Seren throwing a fit?

She pushed herself up into a sitting position, her oversized Dead Menace band shirt drooping over her form. She pulled at her face for several moments, her brain barely registering the relaxed up-and-down bobbing of the radio's relaxed rhythm as it kicked into a decades-old new wave offering. Despite having "slept in," it was still extremely early by most students' standards, twenty minutes or so past 7 A.M. Grace dragged herself from beneath the covers, baggy pajama bottoms shuffling against the meister's legs as she zombie-walked her way to the door, shoving it open and looking out into the empty apartment.

A morning without Seren almost felt like a special occasion, or a holiday. No morning exercises, no health food, no strict routes to the academy. Just...Grace. Alone, with sunlight streaming in through the common room windows. Something must have pissed her off, if she was keeping to herself like this.

The light twinge of breakfast twinged against her nose, drawing Grace toward a covered plate on the edge of the kitchen counter. Okay, maybe she should have expected Seren to at least leave breakfast behind.

"...Damn," she croaked groggily, her eyes lazily glancing up to an unopened box of Sugar-Coated Skullies, Now with Twice as Many Marshmallow Souls in a moment of longing. "...Next time, bud."

Grace moved to the couch (at the very least, she couldn't be forced to eat at the table), lounging-out with her feet up on the central table and her plate of food in her lap. Today was the first day of class--she couldn't forget that much, at least--but she still had time to burn. Turning on the TV was a momentary consideration, yet the very idea of the TV being on only became more and more annoying by the moment. She left the job of filling the silence to the sounds of the radio trailing lightly from her room, the volume just loud enough for her to enjoy the song out in the commons. Her partner's cooking wasn't bad. In fact, it had never been bad; one might even call it enjoyable.

Still, though, it was no bowl of cold milk and Sugar-Coated Skullies, Now with Twice as Many Marshmallow Souls.

Her mind wandered half-way through her plate of food. She still had an hour or so left at the very least, right? She could pick an instrument or jam for a while...No, that felt like too much effort for this hour. So, the meister simply sat with her radio, drinking in a string of songs as she took her time eating breakfast. All good meals come to an end, and when hers did, she stood up, made her way back to the kitchen, and simply slid her dish and silverware into the sink to be taken care of sometime later.

A moment's disappearance into her room was all it took for her to emerge in a slightly more presentable form, her hair brushed roughly into place and her body sporting clothes slightly more appropriate for a day out of the house. She slipped her headphones on her head and her phone in her pocket, cranked the volume up to max, grabbed her usual jacket, and hit the desert city streets.

With nothing better to do, Grace resolved to take a detour, beat-guided steps dragging her down alleyways she had never taken and streets she previously didn't care for. No need to rush--class wasn't due to start just yet. Slowly, the local music store forced its way into her thoughts; she glanced up at the imposing academy at the top of the city's incline, before shrugging and changing her direction yet again.

"...Yeah. I've got time."

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Grace was still working a few yawns out of her system by the time she finally arrived at the classroom. Her thoughts all the way to class were stuck on that pretty little number of a Stratoblaster in the store's window; white panels with a red body, flecks of metallic dust sparkling in the exterior glaze. Damn, how good it felt to look at that thing. Everything about it was divine--except for the price. The number of zeroes on that little tan tag was one hell of a buzzkill.

She slipped into a seat next to her assigned demon weapon, arriving like a ghost amidst the chaos of the classroom. Leaning back, she tucked her hands behind her head, the drums and guitars of her current preoccupation extending beyond her headphones--not that she seemed to care. After all, it was a good song; not her fault if other people couldn't appreciate classic art.

 

[Lady Warlock]

Jayce Hamerkin

It was his first day back from break and Jayce wasn’t one to think much of it as he walked up the stairs to the DWMA. He never looked forward to going back to classes. It meant going back to the same hallways where he’d once walked side by side with her… and where he saw her in places she could never set foot again. It was also a place where many of the older students made his life eternal misery; after all, he wasn’t the only one who’d cared for Kyrstan when she’d been around. She was the kind of student who’d been loved by many.

However, one thing he could be a bit excited about was the fact that he’d be learning again. When he was on break, he hadn’t really done much. He didn’t even go home to see family or anything of the sort. All he’d done was sit in his little apartment, mostly laying in bed, and occasionally do something slightly fun like read or watch any of the more interesting shows that came in through Death Cable.

Walking through the hallways, it did not pass the young teen’s notice that most people were already in their classrooms. He liked showing up right on time because it minimized the amount of time he had to interact with the other students in his class. It prevented them from bullying him too much, particularly on days when the teacher was on time. He certainly hoped this was one of them. It was very rare for the teachers to be running late, but it happened. Jayce was met with a rush of relief when he saw Professor Vlad standing outside the classroom chatting with two other students - with Francesca and Isaac. ‘How’d they manage to get into trouble already?’ he wondered to himself.

Briefly, Jayce raised his questioning eyebrows at Isaac before walking into the classroom and taking a seat. The first thing he noticed was that there were faces he didn’t recognize - all of them female and two of them dressed suspiciously similar to witches. Seeing that Mayra was already standing up front getting ready to teach, Jayce hustled towards an open seat next to his meister - Ben - and conveniently distanced from the new students. “Did I miss anything?” he asked his partner in a whisper. “Why are new students here wearing witch hats?”

Misuteeku Exanis

 

[Misuteeku]

Ben Agnew
​

Ben frowned at Shizuka's attempt at being friendly. While he did appreciate her thoughtfulness currently he was not in the mood to talk with anyone. In fact, he preferred to stay in this corner and avoid anymore drama for the rest of the day. He eyed several people coming in and out of the classroom. Professor Yemun came in, chatted with Ms. Feivel, and promptly left. While he didn't know why he Weapon's Professor left, it was probably because Ms. Feivel asked him to do something for her. Maybe to get her a drink? It has been a rather rough day for her with the addition of the witches and the drama that came along with them. What drink did Ms. Feivel drink? Some girls like sweet things, so maybe green tea? Whatever it was, Ben's attention was drawn to Antsy Serency.

She seemed to be a little angry today. Besides the fact that he assumed that she was stomping due to how she walked, he couldn't hear out of his ear plugs, she looked a little angry. She always seemed be stuck up about something whenever he saw in the hallway. It was a good thing that they few to none interactions with each other. Ben couldn't stand people like her. Being vocal about one's thoughts wasn't his cup of tea. Instead, he preferred to ask about their thoughts. Especially when it was about important topics like, "Can Lord Death Poop?" It was a very good question. Lord Death, by no offense, didn't look like to have a human anatomy. Maybe he should ask Isaac next time.

His thoughts shifted away when he spotted his new demon partner. Jayce, if he remembered correctly. Despite their short time together, Jayce seemed a nice kid. He didn't seem to mind about his questions. Though that was going to most likely change. Most of his other weapons partners ditched him due to his laziness. Jayce was going to be like the rest of them and leave him as well. Not that he mind. He enjoyed the not going to missions over the days and instead reading some sort of fiction novel that he randomly picked from the library. Unplugging one of his plugs from his hear, he listened to what Jayce had to say.

“Did I miss anything? Why are the new students here wearing witch hats?"

Ah, so that's what he was wondering about. Looks like he hadn't heard of the recent news. Ben sighing and deciding to take it upon himself to inform his partner what was going on. "Because, they're witches." Ben casually said as if it was yesterday's news. "Death deemed it fit for young witches to attend the academy and now they're here." A new question came along his thought process. "Why do you think people like cold pizza? Aren't suppose people supposed to like their food warm, not cold?" He had discovered this other-worldly question when he watched someone retrieve and eat pizza straight from the refrigerator. When he interrogated said person, they simply just said they liked it way. There must be some other reason other than "Oh yea, I liked it that way."

 

[CelticHero37]

Axel (Grace) Grace and Hunter (Erica) Grace​

"C-come on Grace, it'll be okay. We've been around them before..."

"Not this many, Erica, I can't. Why weren't we consulted first? I don't know if I can handle it."

"Of course you can, silly. We worked really hard to get that under control, remember? You'll be fine. Plus, I'll be there, and Mayra too. Just trust me okay?"

Erica took Grace's hand and helped her sister up from the ground. They had been sitting in a quiet hallway not too far away from the classroom they were heading too. Erica noticed they were likely to be late, but she didn't say anything since she didn't want to give her sister any more anxiety. Normally it was Erica who had anxiety about things, but they were sisters, and in this situation, it was her turn to step up. She lead Grace too the room and stood in front of the door. Grace looked back to her nervously and Erica gave her a confident nod before opening the door.

Almost immediately as Erica stepped through the threshold of the door, she felt the weight of multiple witch souls pressing down upon her. It tickled the madness within her, but she'd had enough practice and training to keep control. However, Grace's reaction was quite different. Although she hadn't technically lost control, that familiar feeling welling up inside added with her heightened state of anxiety brought vivid flashes back to her memory. Grace yanked her hand from her sister's grasp and practically ran out of the room. She got far enough away to escape onlookers before leaning against the wall and taking deep breaths trying desperately to keep herself from throwing up.

Meanwhile, back in the classroom, Erica walked over to Mayra alone. She knew Grace would be okay. If the madness had taken over, she wouldn't have run away. Turning to the teachers, she said quietly, "H-hey guys. S-sorry I'm late. This whole situation has brought up some bad... m-memories. Axel just needs a bit more time. Sh-she'll come when she's ready."

 

[Lady Warlock]

Mayra Feivel

About two seconds after Jayce had taken his seat, the clock struck 8am and it was time for class to begin for the EAT students returning from Thanksgiving break. Although Mayra did realize that there were still a few faces missing, she also was aware that she had a lot of content to go through during this particular lecture block so she decided that waiting on those who were running late would not be the best idea going forward. Those students would for sure have questions about the situational changes their class was going through, but Mayra also knew that they knew when class started and would have arrived on time if they truly were that curious about the comings and goings of Death Weapon Meister Academy.

“Alright, class is beginning,” she addressed everyone promptly. Briefly, her eyes scanned the class for anything that could be a distraction and her eyes landed on Grace who still had her headphones in place. “Grace, now would be an appropriate time for you to either remove your earbuds or at the very least, turn the music down so that your classmates can pay attention and know what’s going on.” The music was a common theme for this particular student and Mayra knew that it was quite possible that Grace could pay attention and listen to her songs at the same time, but she wasn’t about to put that much faith in the students sitting around Grace.

“First thing’s first. Many of you have noticed by now that we have some new students joining our class as we continue the semester. There are five of them, and from what I can see, all of them managed to find their way to the classroom this morning. Lord Death made a decision to start a trial program allowing witches to enroll in our academy. I am well aware that for all of us, witches have long been our enemies, but some of the younger generation of witches have pointed out that if we try and set aside our differences, it might not have to be that way. They have agreed to put a significant amount of effort into curtailing the destruction they cause relating to the pull of magic while they are here, and it is our role as weapons and meisters to help them learn to be safe members of our academic community. It also seems given the events of this morning already, that it will be beneficial for me to remind all of you that it is Lord Death’s policy, and the policy of the DWMA as a whole, that the only witches who are hunted by anyone operating from this building are those witches who have been marked by the Grim Reaper himself.”

The professor paused briefly, hoping that her warnings were clear enough when it came to educating the students on the fact that there would be consequences if they attempted to hunt their newfound classmates. Mayra’s eyes stopped on a few potentially problematic students and she briefly made eye contact with Vlad who was still standing by the door awaiting a decision on what would happen with the two who initially hadn’t been willing to remain in the classroom. Vlad did give her a brief nod to inform her that both Francesca and Isaac should have been able to hear the explanation she offered regarding the current situation. Therefore, it would be reasonable for them to be held to the same standards as everyone else.

“If any of you have any further questions regarding why Lord Death made the decision he did, I would direct you to ask those questions to him directly as I am not a mind reader and cannot read his mind when it comes to these things.” She wasn’t sure if Lord Death would directly answer any of the questions his students decided to ask, but she preferred to let him deal with that than try to guess things herself.

All that was left was for Mayra to move along with the lecture she had planned. That lecture entailed a fairly extensive history lesson regarding the conflict between witches and humans; it was something she picked because it seemed like a good situation to remind students of what had gone wrong in the first place. While she mentioned that Lord Death always had some reasons to hunt witches due to their tendency for destructive habits - caused by the pull of magic, she also pointed out that the official conflict between them didn’t actually start until Farrah had stolen the plans for demon weapons that had been started by Death and Eibon and brought demon weapons to life. The Witch Order viewed the existence of such weapons as a threat and demon weapons offered Death and the DWMA further reason to hunt witches who were causing unnecessary strife within humanity. The lecture continued to review the various known abilities of meisters and witches and to explore how things developed to counter one another.

“For example, meisters initially developed the ability to perceive souls as a way of knowing when a witch was near. Initially, this skill was detrimental to the witch population, but they found a way to protect themselves against it when they discovered a spell they could use which allowed them to conceal their souls making it once again, a difficulty for meisters to find the true witches within common society.” She continued on about how certain meister abilities like soul force and soul resonance with a weapon partner were often thought of as the answer to a witch’s ability to use magic, but she explained that some argued that those abilities were the natural progression of things when weapons were brought into existence in the first place. No one could really prove either theory.

“And now with initiatives in place to try and direct meisters and weapons to work with witches when possible, it is entirely possible that new abilities could form altogether that make it easier for us to work side by side. After all, it’s important to remember that the DWMA wasn’t created to fight witches. Our primary purpose remains to prevent the kishin from being reborn into the world. So long as magic seems like a potential method of achieving that goal, working with witches will remain something that could be very advantageous.”

With that, the content of her lecture was completed. A few things remained before class could be dismissed, though. “Your assignment for tonight is to get to know two of your new classmates. If you are a witch, then you are to meet two of your weapon or meister comrades. If you were already in my class before today, then you are to meet two of your witch classmates. You will report on their abilities - because those are important to know when we fight alongside one another. You will also report on two things you have in common; being a student at the DWMA does not count as one of them. If you are incapable of getting to know each other well enough to at least find two things in common, then we will be doing ice breaker activities in class every day until you can. I can guarantee you it won’t be fun, either.” Her hope was that they would just be able to get through it. After writing the assignment on the board, she turned her gaze to Vlad, her eyes asking if he had anything to say.

He cleared his throat and briefly stepped up. “With that, class is dismissed to brunch in the cafeteria. Afterwards, we’ll be meeting outside on the field for physical education. Today we will start preparing for the Physical Fitness Examination which will take place next week. More information will be provided when class resumes in an hour.” With that, the lecture was complete and students were free to go for the next hour. Professor Feivel and Professor Yemun remained at the front of the class to be available in case anyone had any questions.

If your character sneaks into class late, then they do so quietly! Any character intro post that attempts to draw attention will be deleted at this point because I’m not retconning this post to react to your character making a big entrance if you have not posted yet. Alternatively to sneaking in, you could just say you weren’t in attendance to this lecture if your character has not been posted for yet.

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[GrieveWriter]

Tosomore & Azuman
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Azuman squatted in his seat again as half of the Grace twins wandered in. Well, it was perhaps more fitting to say that they both came in before one half dramatically ran out. He waited for a moment, watching the door in the silent hope that they'd try something violent. Alas, they apparently had more self-control than Isaac, and so the class commenced. Leaning his chin into his palm, Azuman prepared his signature weapon of looking completely engrossed in the following lecture while his mind wandered. More specifically, they wandered over to the two witches at his side, trying his best to guess at their abilities as the lecture went on.

His first observation was that Tosomore was practically shaking in her seats. Though her face was as impassive as ever, her body language indicated anticipation he wasn't aware she was capable of.

Indeed, Tosomore was absorbing the words spoken by Mayra like it was water in the desert. This was it... They'd finally gotten past all the ridiculous setbacks. It was happening...

The Mentor... was teaching stuff...

Of course, most of it was stuff Tosomore had somewhat of a grasp of already, but neither her mother or her former teacher had gone into detail. And neither of them could provide such detail from the Academy's angle. She was practically exploding on the spot, absolutely gorging herself on every syllable which slipped out of Mayra's mouth. History of the conflict between Witches and The Academy, Abilities developed by both sides to counter one another, possible pair ups which could enable power to be further explored if this initiative would succeed. It was absolute....vocal ambrosia.

Yet the only sign that any of this internal joy was the occasional, long blink she would give.

Azuman stared at her, waiting for a single indication that anything spoken had phased her. When her total lack of motion became too boring for him to stomach any longer, he instead switched to timing her blinks. Because it was actually kind of mesmerizing how slow they were. Her current record was twenty seconds just to blink once, but Azuman was secretly convinced that she could break that record if given time.

But then came the part of the lecture he knew he couldn't tune out: the Assignment. He'd trained his ears months ago to pick out that words from the rest, and immediately his attention was back on Mayra as she described what they'd be doing. And oh boy, the grin which he sported after hearing that would become the stuff of legend. A literal order, to study a bunch of dangerous Witches and figure out their abilities? If he kept getting assignments like that he'd be top of the class by the end of the semester.

Tosomore leaned back as she thought over the assignment. She was to perform reconnaissance on the non-witch individuals in the class. Tosomore was convinced that she was good at asking questions, despite what her mother said. The real problem would be finding two non-witch entities that could provide useful information. There were a non-zero number of individuals in this class that she was certain would react violently if she attempted to interact with them. There were many more who she already concluded were not the best sources of reliable information. But she had taken note of several who seemed more than willing to interact with them in a positive manner.

She glanced over to Shizuka, she had seemed excessively willing to interact. Then there was also the shield boy who'd tried to protect Jacy and Cleo from that wild Juggalo, she could-

"Well... looks like I got myself a head start."

Tosomore looked to Azuman, who was looking over Cleo and her with barely restrained giddiness, "How's about you gals let me show you around so I can get all up in on this assignment real quick?"

Giving another excessively slow blink, Tosomore rose from her seat and looked away, "I do not consider you a viable source of information."

"That's cool," Azuman shrugged while hopping out of his seat and winking at them "'Cause I'm already considering the both of ya to be very Very viable. So how's about a friendly heart-to-heart?"

"I cannot freely disclose-"

"I'll teach you the layout of the school."

Tosomore paused, her endless thirst for information warring with her hesitation at trusting someone with such a suspicious smile, "...I'm listening."

"Yus!" Azuman hopped onto his desk before leaping to the front of the class and spinning towards the seats "If any of our other downright dangerous divas of destruction want a sweet tour of the place from yours truly, then just follow me!"

Tosomore briefly glanced at Cleo and then to Jacy before following him out of the classroom, "I will only trust you as long as your intel holds up."

 

[shadowdude505]

Cleopatra Levine​

Cleo sat at her desk and listened to the lecture, occasionally aimlessly gliding a finger around her desk. She maintained her usual, uninterested expression, but actually found the lecture a little interesting. It was still a lecture though, requiring a lot of listening and not much else during the class period. It seemed fitting talking about the history of witches and the DWMA. As a young witch she had some general knowledge on the topic, but never actually head things from the DWMA's side of things.

She glanced over at Jacy at the mention of Soul Protect, her face masking any thoughts going on. "I should talk to her about Soul Protect sometime. I'm sure she'd teach it to me if I asked." In retrospect the technique probably would have come in handy at the beginning of class. Things had gotten a little hairy earlier; thankfully the staff wouldn't let any student kill her or her fellow witches unless they've done something bad enough to get on Death's hit list.

Her finger twitched as the homework was explained, making a small scratch mark on her desk. She wasn't too keen on the assignment. She didn't doubt that it would be a good idea to familiarize herself with the other students, doing so might actually help them relax around her; but, there were only five witches. They were vastly outnumbered compared to the combined number of the Meister and Weapon students and Cleo felt like she'd end up being swarmed by the other students, assuming they all wanted to complete the assignment as soon as possible.

"How's about you gals let me show you around so I can get all up in on this assignment real quick?"

She turned her head toward Azuman as he talked to her. She wasn't a fan of the ladies man vibe she was getting, but he was offering a way to complete part of the assignment without being swarmed, and it looked like Tosomore was going too. Cleo let out a sigh before getting out of her seat. She started to walk after Azuman with her hands in her pockets. Once she caught up, she started to match her pace with Tosomore's. "Fine...let's get this over with," she said unenthusiastically.

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[CelticHero37]

NINGIRIM RA
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As students began to converse at the end of class and slowly funnel out, a growl of hunger came from a doormat flopped across one of the desks. As if on cue, a head appeared from the mat, "Huh? What? Where am I? Oh, right, class. Jeez, so when is class gonna start? Everyone's still talking."

Ra sat up in her chair and looked around. It seemed people were at least getting along a little better now. She let out a bit of a sigh, relieved that things hadn't devolved to all out war right away. Her stomach growled a second time and she blushed. It had been rather loud and she wondered if anyone else had noticed. After a moment of trying to look inconspicuous, she started searching her pockets to see if she had anything stashed away so that she could snack before class started. She still wasn't aware that she had slept through the whole class and that it was over now. Unfortunately, she discovered she'd already eaten all of her food reserves. Now she stood there bewildered, trying to remember when she had run out and beating herself up a bit for not stocking up before she started at this school. That was just basic preparation, after all.

 

[Lady Warlock]

Jocelyn “Jacy” Thames

Throughout the lecture, Jacy found herself paying attention in multiple different ways. She paid attention to what the teacher had to say - obviously - although a lot of the actual lecture content was mostly familiar to her, if only from a different viewpoint. The other thing that drew a lot of her attention, though, was the student body as a whole and how they settled into the classroom. Jacy noticed right away that there weren’t many students who seemed keen on sitting next to any of the witches - Azuman being the main exception to that rule. She also observed that almost everyone did at least seem to be paying attention to the lecture in some way, shape or form. Again, that observation had one exception that she managed to notice, and that was Ra.

Some small part of her wanted to start fuming with rage because Ra was not exactly aiding the rest of them in setting a good first impression for the teachers or the other students. She also knew that letting her frustration get the better of her would not be beneficial in their current situation. Instead, Jacy managed to take a deep breath and regain most of her self control. The tiny bit she couldn’t regain did manifest itself, though. It almost looked as though her body was shedding tiny golden sparkles that crackled ever so slightly when they hit the ground. Nothing harmful came of it, but she was certain someone would notice and put up a fuss about it sooner or later.

And Jacy decided she would deal with that when it happened.

Until then, class was drawing to an end. Jacy quickly jotted down a note about their assignment in her notebook and then put all of her belongings back into her backpack. She quickly noticed that it seemed both Tosomore and Cleo intended on accepting Azuman’s offer, so she decided that she had an opportunity to decline the offer. “I’m actually going to check in and grab brunch with someone else for now. Maybe I’ll see you guys in the cafeteria, though,” she managed to maintain a fairly chipper tone despite her mind focusing on things she really didn’t want to do right now.

With a smile on her face, she navigated her way through the classroom over to where Ra was sitting. “Hey,” she greeted, still trying to seem cheerful. “Did you want to grab brunch with me in the cafeteria since class was just dismissed?”

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[Exanis]

Isaac KelseyIsaac had sincerely hoped that he would never have to feel this pressure again. This heavy feeling in his chest, pounding faster and louder by the second, feeding on his thoughts, growing more and more, threatening to overwhelm him. Pure, unadulterated, unfiltered, primal terror. God, who knew all it would take would be just one, one whiff of that terrible, terrible magic to get him to relapse. Any other witch, he could have survived with any other witch, hell, he would have been fine with four of them if she wasn't there. The one that, to all his senses, from the touch of the magic, to the very sound of her soul, reminded him of Her, that his only reaction was fight or flight, and this time, he actually had the capability to fight, and so he took it only to be blamed. Oh sure there were differences between the two of them, but underlying all the subtle nuances that made them individuals, there It was. An unmistakable thrumming, living, undeniable similarity between the two of them. It felt... Dare he say it?

It felt genetic, like something passed along an ancient family tree.

And the thought of that alone sent him spiraling further into his memories, his desperate internal clawing to keep himself away from the haunting echos of pain and horror doing little to alleviate the pressure building inside him. As he struggled through his darkest memories, he couldn't but think; If they truly were related by blood, he didn't think he'd be able to hold on for long. The implications alone were making his Madness thrum just as much as the memories, begging to overcome him, to drown him in absolute Despair. What if She was alive? What if her family was like Her? What would they do if they got their hands on him? Oh how he wished he could say that he could turn to his fellow students, his teachers, even Lord Death, but who was he kidding? No matter how he tried to tune the world out as he had moved to his little corner of the hallway, he was too well trained to not pick up on snippets of what was said. And the sheer amount of sympathy and acceptance, if not at the very least passive tolerance, directed towards the witches made him sick to his stomach, especially since, contrary to what so many of his peers might think, he wasn't stupid. He knew that, at least with this class and group of students, he wasn't necessarily well liked, or even that well known, what with a good majority of the class being here for only a semester. Didn't change the fact that he took the time to remember all their names. Didn't change the fact that he tried his best to pick up on their likes and dislikes from whatever little bits he could piece together. Didn't change the fact that he was willing to help them on whatever they needed at the drop of the hat, if only they asked.

Didn't change the fact that he could make an argument that the witches were being treated better than he was.

Still, he couldn't say he hated them for it. He wasn't sure if he could muster up that kind of emotion towards any human at the D.W.M.A., he was just too grateful towards Lord Death to feel something like that. He was just... Disappointed would be the closest word to what he was feeling, but not quiet there, not at that same level of intensity that he was feeling. Eventually the other shoe would drop, and he'd do his job. That thought, at least, helped somewhat ground him to reality once more. It was only around now that Isaac felt mildly in control of himself, and just in time to see Fran leave the class and head over to him. He could only bring himself to smile ruefully and give her a half shrug, a knot in his throat seemingly to stop him from screaming out while he relapsed into darker times. Isaac looked away for a moment as he stood there, then let go of a deep breath, and as he looked back at Fran, finally ready to respond to her, Mr. V walked on by with a little quip and into the classroom. Seeing his likely escort, Isaac just leaned back against the wall and waited. It wouldn't be too long now.

He was right too, Mr. V stepped out and offered him a choice to either go back in, a laughable idea with how likely he was to be able to control himself, or to go see Lord Death. He was tempted, he truly was, but Lord Death was usually busy and he didn't want to bother him. As he stood pondering what to do, he saw Jayce walk on by and into the classroom, and was struck with the sudden thought that he still needed to give the boy the stuff he picked up for him from that bakery he liked. He shook of the thought and looked over at Vladamir, mouth open to speak, only to pause as he heard Ms. M address the class, just like that, his decision was made. But first...

"Mr. V, I want you to realize, you just let Jayce, I repeat, Jayce, walk into a classroom full of witches with no forewarning. I hope this ain't too forward, but I need to speak to Lord Death as soon as I can, and if he isn't available right now, then I'll be waiting in detention till he is."

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