Aiden McCarthy
TBD
Species Human
Partner Yuka, Rio
Rank One-Star Weapon, R.I.P.
Location Death City, Paintball Field
Mission New Class: Day One
Status Excited
Partner Yuka, Rio
Rank One-Star Weapon, R.I.P.
Location Death City, Paintball Field
Mission New Class: Day One
Status Excited
Mentions: Lady Warlock Mineczka
“But… I’m supposed to make death scythes. It’s kinda the point.”
Luka mentioned this and the thought resonated with Aiden for a moment. On multiple levels. Long, long before entering EAT, Aiden faced a crisis of purpose. He saw what his mother was and what his sister was becoming. He saw the ambition and determination within them. Not bad things in the slightest, but what drove those two and even his brother--a Meister--was not what drove Aiden. In this sense, the young shield wasn't able to relate to his immediate family and for quite some time, this left him feeling rather isolated. It wasn't a situation where he needed a boost to his moral or a kick in the ass, but a readjustment of perspective. Aiden wasn't much younger than Luka when he had this revelation, and seeing her in that moment almost confused by the thought of two weapons nowhere near as driven as the others to become Death Scythes flung him back.
His grandfather was a more gentle soul. He loved to fish. Even taught Aiden when he used their place as a retreat from the constant "encouragement" from his immediate family. His grandfather was a Meister that married his grandmother and admittedly the men in his family tended to be more relaxed, but his grandfather was an exception to even them. He remembered the late night stories of how his grandfather would only fight when necessary, how in his youth he was rebuked plenty as he only used a weapon to defend himself. Decades ago, perhaps, but a situation not too unlike Aiden. The difference was that his grandfather was a Meister. A weapon, unless autonomous, was a tool to be used; the Meister determined how. The conversations between his grandparents were plain as day, his Grams reminding him of every time they were ambushed because he was so against a pre-emptive strike. He would always admit he was too idealistic then, perhaps a little narrow minded, but he never admitted he was wrong.
And just this thought of what they were supposed to do brought Aiden back to a specific memory, not just an assortment. Aiden was always fidgety, fishing was something that required patience. But, he went nonetheless to spend time with his grandpa. Most of the time, it was just about the fishing. Learning where the fish might be, taking their environment into account, getting the sinker in just the right spot, and of course how to cast. But, on one of his later evenings, that was not the case. His grandfather broke their normal silence to ask Aiden why he would rather come fish instead of train, why hanging out with an old geezer at a humid pond in the middle of the summer was his choice over getting stronger. Aiden had been confronted by his parents this way plenty, but never his grandfather.
But, he explained nonetheless. He explained to his grandfather that the exercise and training and conditioning and most of all getting in the mindset of taking down an enemy was just not what felt right to him. Could he do it? Sure. But, it felt wrong. It felt wrong to aspire to power and look for the next target, to exploit weaknesses, to just... be a weapon. The very core of this memory is what his grandfather had to say next...
"Oh, Ai-ai... you don like fighting, do ya? Well good."
"Good?"
"Yeah. Good. If ya don enjoy it, you won't seek it out. But importantly, it means if ya have to fight, it'll be for a good reason."
"Is there even a good reason to fight?"
"Yeah, boy, there sure is. Plenty, e'en. But the most important one is that there are people that can't really fight for themselves. So, we ought to defend them. That's why I fought. I became a Meister 'cause someone impor'ant to me got hurt and I decided I wouldn' let 'at happen again."
"You chose to become a Meister? Gramma always makes it out like you just... were."
"Oh, yeah. I chose. Went through the same trainin' an' tests, got through EAT and met yer Gramma. I never liked to fight, though. But y'know what I hated more? Seeing people get hurt."
"Oh..."
"I've learnt trouble comes knockin' at everyone's doorstep at least once an' sometimes you gotta fight. Doesn't mean you're fightin' to hurt anyone. Means you fight to save them."
"Good?"
"Yeah. Good. If ya don enjoy it, you won't seek it out. But importantly, it means if ya have to fight, it'll be for a good reason."
"Is there even a good reason to fight?"
"Yeah, boy, there sure is. Plenty, e'en. But the most important one is that there are people that can't really fight for themselves. So, we ought to defend them. That's why I fought. I became a Meister 'cause someone impor'ant to me got hurt and I decided I wouldn' let 'at happen again."
"You chose to become a Meister? Gramma always makes it out like you just... were."
"Oh, yeah. I chose. Went through the same trainin' an' tests, got through EAT and met yer Gramma. I never liked to fight, though. But y'know what I hated more? Seeing people get hurt."
"Oh..."
"I've learnt trouble comes knockin' at everyone's doorstep at least once an' sometimes you gotta fight. Doesn't mean you're fightin' to hurt anyone. Means you fight to save them."
The memories went through his mind still, but it wasn't time to reminisce. But, that didn't mean Aiden would just let this go unaddressed.
"What is the point of becoming a Death Scythe? To be wielded by Lord Death. By why does he wield us? To have the power to protect as many people as possible. At the end of the day, our goal is to protect people one way or another," Aiden said as his response to Luka and more so an explanation of his previous comment. To him, becoming a Death Scythe or making a Death Scythe was secondary and always would be.
"And, Rio, that's alright. I think you're plenty strong and I think us three will be fantastic team. The downside to dual wielding weapons is that it changes the goal to one hundred-ninety-eight evil souls and two witch souls, but you don't have to worry about that, love. You can have every soul from our partnership so long as we always prioritize making sure no one gets hurt," Aiden said, this time turning to Rio more so for the focus of his speech. It did at least bring an answer to what would eventually be the upcoming process of how to divvy up souls between the two. Aiden didn't care for them in the slightest and he wasn't sure if the fact had occurred to either of them.
"And, since we're so curious as to my form, how about I take it?" he said, readjusting to address them both now. "Luka, if you would be so kind as to extend whichever arm you would like to wield me with, I will show you," he added, prompting Luka but also asking permission in a roundabout way. Per her wishes, she wouldn't be touched without acknowledgement. Once she did, Aiden's body turned into a thin, pink energy and formed above her forearm. Aiden was an impressive four feet tall as a shield, leaving only eleven inches of height for Luka unaccounted for, and could easily be crouched behind to cover her whole body. More so, his transformation was slightly more unique than simply shifting into a weapon. The straps on the back of his shield where Luka could grip also wrapped around her forearm to secure a tight grip, making his weapon form feel more like a sturdy extension of her forearm than a wieldy piece of metal only held by two grips. It was almost akin to a massive bracer and given in this form and at their stage of partnership Aiden likely only felt like a few extra pounds but covered her body made the prospect of using him that much less daunting.
Unlike traditional Roman tower shields, Aiden was comprised completely of metal. A brilliant red sheen on the front adorned by matte, brassy features with only the wings standing out as glistening and glossy while the back of the shield was a dull, steely material. His voice echoed from the inside of the shield, "Is this to your liking, miss?"
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