Fandom Soul Eater: The Perfect Order

[Lady Warlock]

Daemon and Zyra

Collaboration with:

@Refaulted
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Daemon perked up as he heard a clattering in the lab. Zyra had heard it as well, including all the other students. The boy looked at his partner and grinned widely. “Maybe teach found something? Let’s go inside and help her!” He turned and began to run forward, but Zyra simply grabbed his shirt, holding him back. “Hey now, Daemon. Don’t you think we should-” But she was now just holding a jacket, with no boy.


She rushed in after Daemon, not feeling too well about what may have made the sound. If it was something dangerous…


When she was inside, she saw Daemon standing still, looking down at a dark lump on the floor. She walked forward, glaring at the boy. “Hey, dunce! Next time I tell you to do something, you do it, alright? Got it?!” She gripped the clothing of his gray T-shirt in her hand, wanting to spin him around. But it was nearly impossible, as it was like his feet were bolted into the ground. She sighed, looking to what had the idiot so mesmerized.


She looked at the body with little difference, sighing. “Daemon, it’s just a dead body. Nothing too serious.” When she looked back to him, she was struck silent by his look of awe. She blushed, looking away from him. She always forgot how he wasn’t raised in the same conditions she was.


Daemon looked back to the body, walking forward and nudging it with his foot. He frowned, though he was struggling to hold back the apple he had eaten on the way to the lab. “It’s...not very pleasant to look at, huh?” He kneeled down, gripping a blood-stained arm up and looking it over. He frowned more deeply. “A weird way for him to die.” Zyra walked up behind him, looking over the body. “Mutilated. A deliberate act…” She scratched her head.


The pair turned as they heard a growl behind them. Zyra whipped around, holding her arms up defensively, while Daemon turned with an excited look on his face. “Puppy?!”


But they both were not happy at the sight they saw. It was a dog, but it was...smiling. Like a toned-up version of Daemon’s smile. But...even worse. They watched as it attacked their teammates, both stepping back in fear of it.


Daemon thought fast. He reached his hand out, looking at Zyra, while keeping his peripheral vision on their foe. “Zyra! Transform!” Zyra immediately followed the order, morphing into the chainsaw in an instant. Grabbing her in the air, and placing her cloak over his shoulders in the same move, Daemon ran forwards, bringing Zyra up over his head, aiming for the dogs head.


It took a moment. Only a moment passed before the dog’s attention was stolen from its stare at Arthur, only for its gaze to fall upon a new opponent - Daemon, and he was the first to actually charge armed with a weapon. The dog’s gaze could only last for a moment, though, for there was another thing that it had failed to notice… an incoming weapon, a boomerang in fact. It spun through the air, bonking the dog alongside its head and causing its head to turn at the sheer force of it while the boomerang continued to spin off, supposedly doing precisely what boomerangs do - come back. The movement had been enough, though. Enough to throw off the dog’s position and allow it to avoid the impending slice to the head.


As Daemon brought the chainsaw down, the gears screeching as the blades whirled, Daemon barely reacted as the dog was knocked out of the way of his assault. As Zyra connected with the floor, sparks flew as metal ground against metal. He heard his partner yelp, and grunted a quick and quiet “Sorry”. He allowed his body to fly forwards, pushing down on Zyra and propelling his body over in an arch, landing gently in a crouch.


“Daemon! Please, don’t just slam me into objects! You need to work on being more delicate…” Zyra’s voice trailed off, and Daemon’s mouth twitched in silent response. Zyra knew her Meister was only quiet when he was trying to focus, so she quieted down. An angry Daemon was a scary thought…


Daemon pushed off of his legs, Zyra trailing behind him in a limp arm. As he got near the dog, he tensed his arm up and brought it forward in wild swings, with no particular aim and no control over the force of each attack he threw.


The dog made no moves to dodge the first attack that Daemon threw its way; rather, it didn’t even seem to notice as a slice took off one of its ears, only to make its appearance that much more creepy. Instead, the dog’s focus was on Daemon’s arm as it swung and as soon as it came close enough, teeth sank into flesh. The dog tasted blood for the third time; the pearly whites were slowly staining with more red splotches.


The dog’s eyes seemed to look directly into Daemon’s - red as the blood that now poured into its mouth - as if to say, ‘Thanks for the tasty treat.’ Wriggling its teeth, Daemon would quite literally be able to hear teeth grinding against bone.


Daemon grimaced, spinning in place as he tried to shake the dog off. But each time he shook, he felt the teeth rub against his bones, and even more pain shot through his arm. As blood splattered all over the place, he heard Zyra desperately calling out his name. But he was more focused on the dog at the moment. He had managed to cut off it’s ear, but had left himself wide open for an attack. ‘So stupid of me. So, so stupid…’ He dropped Zyra, his hand in too much pain to hold anything, and he used his other arm to try and pry the dog’s jaws off of his arm.


Zyra morphed back into her normal body, feeling especially naked without her cloak. Of course, she was wearing her dress, though it only went down slightly above her knees. Her blonde hair was in a slight mess as she ran over to Daemon, looking over the situation. The blood from his arm was already blending into her cloak, making it seem a darker red.


As Daemon waved his arm again, trying to get the dog to fly off, Zyra shrunk away as the dog’s body barely missed her. “Daemon, Daemon! Calm down! Let me help!” She reached out again, but she flinched as more blood hit her. It was a rather haunting feeling.


Daemon looked up from the dog, and Zyra saw a mix of fear and anger in his eyes. “This stupid puppy won’t let go of me!” Zyra had to work fast. She placed a hand on Daemon’s shoulder. “Listen, you have to hold still for a moment.” Her ‘mom voice’, as her partner called it, calmed Daemon down. He allowed her to grip the dog’s lower jaw, while Daemon gripped the upper. “Three...two...one...pull!” They both tried to pry it off.


After a moment, the dog’s mouth unhinged enough that Zyra could pull it away. She immediately threw it at the wall, turning back to Daemon and pushing him to the opposite side. He had a glassy look in his eyes, one she knew too well. She maneuvered him over to the wall and let him sit down with his back against it. She held his face in her hands, shaking him gently. “Stay with me, Daemon...don’t pass out.” He was losing quite a bit of blood, so she had to act fast. Pulling her cloak off of Daemon’s shoulders, she wrapped it around the wound, applying pressure with one hand. With the other, she held it out to the dog, it having morphed into a long chainblade. She held it out menacingly. If the dog attacked them again, she would have to take care of it herself. Daemon was going to be out of the fight for a while. She hissed at the dog. “Little bastard…”

 

[The Succubi Queen]

Deryn Nicole Renoir and Arthur Oliver Williams

Nickname: Hummingbird and King of Hearts


Status: NEW


Classification: Meister and Weapon


Partner: Each other (temporary)


Mood: Terrified and Conflicted


Location: Spectre Lab


Team: Miyako


Interacting with: @Arkytior (Alessa) @DaughterofAthena (Jayce) @Stormborn Targaryen (Malacai and Isaac) Each Other

Deryn barely looked up from Alessa as the strange monster dog appeared and began to attack the higher ranked Jessyka and Skylar. She ignored the voices telling her to lose her fear in her mind, focusing on rubbing Alessa’s back, trying to coax her into moving. She hadn’t paid attention as Thalia and her partner entered the chaos- she hadn’t quite been ignoring all of it, but she knew her place. She was an untried new student with a lunatic for a temporary partner. Heck, she had even jumped into this situation without her partner, mainly because he was likely to hold her back. She had no business throwing herself into this fight and getting in the way of these more advanced students.


But when Arthur’s laughter began to peal through the air, she started paying attention. She breathed a sigh of relief as someone approached her and Alessa- she could focus on her partner, who seemed to be absorbed in Madness “Jayce, take care of Alessa- I need to deal with the Mad King- You! Deal with these two!” She told the 3 star- Malacai?? who had approached them. She left without waiting for a response.


She moved away from the group, leaving them a free path to the exit, and marched her way over to where Arthur was attempting to fight the dog monster solo. She couldn’t do much as he kicked the dog, but she was ready to lecture him later about not jumping into fights recklessly.


She did, however, feel a dash of sympathy as the dog bit into his hand, and as the screaming laughter ran through the room. “SPREAD THE WORD”


She sucked in a short breath, walked over to Arthur, and grabbed him by his arm, dragging him out of the danger zone. “Are you insane? And I don’t mean in the ‘madness’ way, although that bite likely didn’t help with that. You’re a weapon, not a fist fighter. If you have some fighting you want to do, you call on your Meister. Lord Death made you work with me to avoid stuff like this.” She pointed to the wound on his hand. “Are you at least ok now, or do I need to drag you out of this lab while the big kids do all the fighting, King Arthur?” Her eyes gave away how mad she was, not just at him, but at herself. If she hadn’t left him, maybe he wouldn’t have tried to fight the dog on his own. She hated the idea of having to babysit him, but if he got into trouble like that all the time, maybe he did need a babysitter.


Arthur looked at her with a look of loathing in his eyes. How dare this girl come between him and the beast threatening his people! “Unhand me thou vile wench,” he growled at her fiercely. His anger had barely deteriorated from the fight, and his people were in a frenzy around him, screaming obscenities at Deryn each in their own tongue. The bell like tones of the fairies had grown rapidly in Arthur’s ears, the Dryads had started shouting at the girl who dare touch THEIR king in their own dialect of elven, the wisps gentle singing had grown frantic and fierce, and the mermaids were screaming loud enough to give Arthur a headache. Of course Deryn wouldn’t hear the fury of Arthur’s subjects. How could she? She was, after all, a woman. She would never understand.


Arthur stared Deryn down, and glared angrily at her, hoping to get the message through to her that there would be consequences to not doing as he said. He was a King, and he did NOT have to take orders from this wench!


Deryn met his glare with one of her own, daring him to try anything. “I just saved you from a deranged dog after you blindly attacked it, but you call me a wench." She gave a cold laugh. "That’s just grand.” She raised a hand, almost as if to hit him, but stopped. “If you want to fight that thing, you do it as a weapon. Not as a stupid boy. I’ll wield you, as your meister. Deal?” It wasn’t going to be a great thing for either of them, but it needed to be done, to keep them both safe.


Under normal circumstances, Arthur would have flinched at Deryn’s raised hand, but these weren’t normal circumstances. He had fallen so deep in his head space that fear was foreign to him, and all he knew was power. He had no fear of Deryn, only hatred, for her defiance, and attempts to control him.


Arthur grabbed Deryn’s raised hand in his injured one. He squeezed her hand tightly, silencing any protest, hearing his own broken, misplaced bones, shift, and crack, as his blood trickled down her arm, though Arthur felt no pain. He took a step forward, pushing Deryn back, towards the wall. He growled low in his throat, and pushed his partner against the wall. His hurt hand clenched painfully around Deryn’s own, as he pushed it against the wall, pinning it. He put his other hand on the wall by Deryn’s head.


Arthur leaned in with most of his weight on the injured hand clutching Deryn’s. He snarled, at her and said, “I am a King! Thou art foolish to attempt control over me! My kingdom stretches far beyond thine own comprehension!” Arthur wasn’t much taller than Deryn, but the slight height difference he had over her, was greedily taken advantage of, as he attempted to leer over the girl. More of his own blood trickled down the girl’s arm, and dripped onto her face, from it’s position over her head.


Without Fear.. the voice whispered in Deryn’s head, as she held back a shudder. “I… I’m just trying to help, what are you-” She looked around, back and forth, up and down, trying to find an escape from his hold on her. She was afraid, there was no getting around that. But this was good fear. It told her one very important thing: This boy wasn’t her partner. He couldn’t be. “Let go of me!” She struggled against his grip and, smacked him with her free hand, trying desperately to get him to relinquish his hold. “We have an actual enemy to fight, what are you doing, you lunatic?” She cried, slamming her free hand uselessly against his chest, trying not to gag at the warm blood that ran onto her face.


Arthur’s eyes flashed with a slight recognition as the girl spoke of helping him, but it left with the smack, and was replaced with a mad rage, he seethed, and gripped her tightly, before losing it after being called a lunatic. Arthur’s good hand came up to grab Deryn’s throat, squeezing it tightly, and lifting her off the ground. He slammed her against the wall before putting her down and loosening his grip slightly. A part of him, a very small part mind you, remembered his chivalry and prevented him from actually killing Deryn, or at least not without warning her first. Arthur got close, and growled low in her ear, “Thou art a fool for challenging me… Thou doth not possess the gift of sight… Therefore, neither can thou hear the cries of my people…. Alas, I do… Tis my cross to bear… I hear their cries…. They chant for blood! Thine own shall suffice…”


“Arthur, stop this! You’re a weapon, you’re- you’re supposed to protect your meister!” Tears in her eyes, Deryn struggled feebly to escape against his hold on her neck, but Arthur’s grip began to tighten once again, and he prepared to lift Deryn off the ground, but something happened. He hesitated. He fought an internal battle, about whether or not he should end his partner, his friend, in such a cruel way. The turmoil was evident in his scarlet eyes, as he struggled to come to the best conclusion. His people cried for Deryn’s blood in the background of his struggle, and he shook his head to quiet them slightly. Arthur’s eyes locked with Deryn’s briefly, silently begging, “Help me!” The pleading eyes faded, however, and turned into ones with a maddening resolve to kill.


She blinked at him, her own normally strong gaze dulled from the lack of oxygen and her head wound, which was now bleeding down her neck. “Please, I’m begging you- come to your senses!” She was wounded, she couldn’t breathe, the very person who had been assigned to protect her was proving the greatest danger. There was nothing she could do- she was helpless- as helpless as she had been 10 years ago. She didn’t even have the strength to scream in her terror. “Please- let me go!” She kicked her legs feebly, gasping for air. At this point, Deryn could barely see- her vision filled with dark spots, and at the moment when she might finally give into the voice in her mind screaming for her to relinquish her fear, she didn’t have the strength to do so. She would cave into the madness screaming in her head, and die at the hands of her first partner, on her first mission.


A part of her laughed at the cruel irony. She close her eyes, accepting whatever happened next.


Arthur’s resolve wavered, as Deryn begged for her life. Begged for him to show her mercy. Arthur remembered his Damsel doing the same thing to their captors. The same thing to the people taking him away. He released his grip on Deryn, and let her fall to the ground. Tears filled his eyes but he blinked them away. He leaned over Deryn, and whispered desperately, “Tell me thou art more than thine appearance… Methinks thou may be one of my people in disguise… If thou are what thou seams, my people shall force my hand... ” As he spoke his eyes held the fear he had sense fought off. Not fear of madness, but the fear of himself. The fear of what he was capable of. “My lady, I beseech you… Lie to me… Convince me of your worth… Tell me that I shall understand in time… Tell me I’ll get better… Please…”


She fell to the ground, absorbed in deep gasping breaths, coughing and gagging at the sudden supply of oxygen. For a few moments, that was all she did, was sputter and cough and wheeze. But eventually, she looked up at him, wiping away the tears and blood that stained her face... “No. I won’t lie to you. That’s stupid. But- but if you want to believe I'm one of" She took a wheezing breath "Whatever the heck you think I am-” her raspy voice was interrupted by a harsh gagging cough. “I'll let you believe it. But I will tell you that you’ll get better. Those stupid voices are messing with all of us. So calm down and stop attacking people, you idiot. Get out of here before that crazy dog eats your insane head.” she gave a weak laugh, which turned quickly into coughing and gagging. She placed a hand against the back of her head, grimacing at the warm stain of blood growing from the wound.


“I am so sorry…” Arthur gasped, as many of his people became satisfied that Deryn was one of them, and began to leave. “Are you okay?” He asked sadly. He was left with only his 21 fairy escort, as the rest of his people left him and Deryn alone. In one foul swoop Deryn had unintentionally become one of Arthur’s subjects, in his own mind at least. Arthur would never hurt his own people, and grew furious at himself for allowing his own people to egg him into nearly strangling Deryn.


“Yeah, besides the head wound and near strangulation?” she said with another weak laugh. “I’m grand. Now then.” She pulled herself up the wall, standing at last on her own two legs. She gave a slight wince as the Dog that had been the cause of all of these problems collided with a wall, thrown by- was her name Zyra?? “I don’t think we’re needed in this fight. Those upperclassmen seem to have it handled. Let’s leave, see what we can do to support the others.” She began to make her way back out the door of the lab, knowing that the upperclassmen could handle this monster dog- she wasn’t going to put either of their minds in danger by continuing this fight. That would just be idiotic.


Arthur nodded sadly, deciding that he was far from strong enough mentally to be giving orders, or fighting for that matter. He slowly slipped his hand into Deryn’s in order to feel the slight comfort he could from the contact. He followed Her obediently out the door, and let out one last strangled noise between laughter, and sobbing, before attempting to compose himself once more.


She gave a sad smile as his hand wrapped around hers. Seems there wasn’t much to fear from this crazy redhead after all. She gave his hand a comforting squeeze, and together, the two left the room.

((Collab with @Ariettie))

 

[Stormborn Targaryen]

Isaac “Lion” Perrinen and Malacai “Grave” Dreston

Collab With:

@DaughterofAthena
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Malacai left his coat within Jessyka’s hands, careful not to touch her for he knew her own tendencies and they weren’t things he wanted to start conflicts around at the present moment in time. He had heard Deryn directing him towards Jayce and Alessa and his face scrunched up when he saw the khopesh in the girl’s hand. Help him? The coward…? His eyes briefly glanced at the girl wielding him. Two cowards…


Isaac must not have noticed who he was really helping. “Isaac!” Malacai’s voice snapped through whatever Isaac might have been saying to the girl at the time as he commanded his partner’s attention. Isaac’s head jerked to the side as his hand fell off of Alessa’s shoulder, noting the expression on Malacai’s face. That was the expression that meant they were going to fight, and it wasn’t something Isaac was about to turn down, even if he had been trying to help someone.


“Coming!” was Isaac’s instantaneous reply. It almost sounded like he was a little kid who had been called by his mom to get ready for dinner or something of the sort. Mid-run Isaac transformed, taking on the chain whip that Malacai had become so familiar with as the 3-Star meister caught Isaac with relative ease, allowing the chain to swing inches from the ground.


Why were you helping the coward of all people? Malacai’s voice rang through Isaac’s soul space, full of judgement.


Isaac’s demeanor shrunk slightly as he sighed, Sorry ‘bout that. A meister shouldn’t suffer ‘cause of their weapon, though… and she likely doesn’t know.


Malacai shrugged, not wanting to argue with his partner right before a fight where he would likely need to be able to work with him. Even Malacai knew that souls could be finicky things sometimes and he didn’t want to mess with it right now. Instead of replying again, his eyes focused on the dog.


It had a noticeable limp on it’s left side. It was bleeding from its ear. And it was moaning now, rather than growling. It almost looked like the sad little puppy everyone probably hoped it was.


Malacai knew better though. Let’s finish this in one shot! he proposed to his partner.


Resonance? Isaac was excited by the thought.


No. That would be too much. Don’t get hasty now… Malacai scoffed, amused by his partner’s desperation for violence. He was surprised such desperation hadn’t turned out to be contagious… at least not yet. We’re better than that, you know.


You know it! Isaac’s reply was as enthusiastic as ever as he felt Malacai finally start to move, finally start to attack, finally start to draw everything to a close.


Malacai spun the chain whip over his head. Normally such a thing would’ve been dangerous, but Malacai knew what he was doing and he wasn’t going to lose. In a single motion, Malacai whipped the chain at the dog although the dog’s step faltered slightly and he missed. Spin around! I got this one! Isaac told him as the trajectory of the chain continued. Isaac didn’t want to lose the momentum. He didn’t want to waste it.


Without hesitance, Malacai spun and sent the chain whip once more soaring at the dog and it hit, coiling around the beast’s neck. NOW! Isaac’s timing rang through Malacai’s mind as they went through a motion both of them were very used to. Malacai had his strength and that was not something he was going to hide, not in the slightest. Pulling on the hilt, Malacai sent Isaac’s chain in an arc over his head, thereby throwing the dog as well only to slam it into the ground - hard.


That wasn’t the end of it, though. Quickly closing the distance between himself and the dog, Malacai charged his soul wavelength in the palm of his hand. Glowing a brilliantly vivid red, sparks jumped into the air as heat radiated and the dog let out one final yelp as Malacai slammed his fist into the creature.


There was no soul to collect here, though… not that anyone could see. The dog had merely been a manifestation of the madness that plagued the city, having been downloaded into the internet servers. Malacai watched as the dog fizzled into dust and then into nothing before he allowed his soul wavelength to fade away.


Isaac retook his human form, smiling brightly. He basked in the bloodlust, soaking in the victory like a star sucked in light. Then he decided it was time to leave. Without saying anything, Isaac left the lab. He had gotten what he wanted and now Malacai would play the clean-up crew, just like he usually did.


Malacai sighed, rolling his eyes at Isaac’s backside although he really had no issues with it. Turning his attention to Miyako, he said, “I think that thing was living in the computers. That would explain how the madness spread.” Briefly considering things, he added, “I don’t know who put it there, but I’d imagine its gone. I’m no computer expert though.”


Standing fully, Malacai walked over to the still unconscious form of Skyler where he looked down at Jessyka, his face once again stern. “We have to get him back soon or it won’t be pretty,” he explained as he bent down to pick up the weapon boy, holding him in his arms like a very large infant. Before he walked out, assuming that the others would follow, his gaze flickered to Daemon and Zyra. “Are you going to be able to help him get back?” he asked the normally cloaked in red girl.

Note from DaugherofAthena: Those in the Specter Lab task force group may now return to the DWMA. There is ice cream!

@SummerWolf @Kyra @Arkytior @DaughterofAthena @Ariettie @The Succubi Queen @Refaulted @Violet Obsidian @AnnoDomini

 

[Lady Warlock]

Nadia Volteran

Nadia had known they would be back soon. With them being her children and all, she couldn’t go on without knowing anything about their well-being and it was for that reason that the school nurse was waiting at the DWMA entryway when some of the groups returned from their missions. After a single glance, she could tell they had left her with a lot of work to do. She immediately ran up to Malacai and gestured for him to follow her, escorting Skyler to a bed in the dispensary.


“That looks bad,” she commented as he walked past, her mind now running through the supplies she had to determine if she was prepared for an operation. She was; she just always had to double check. She also noted Daemon and Arthur didn’t look to be in good shape either. “What did you do!?” she scolded. “It almost looks like you asked for trouble!” Realizing that they were both losing blood, she decided that the scolding could wait until later as she ushered both of them into the DWMA building.


Turning one last time to cast a glance over the mob of students returning, Nadia spotted one more student who didn’t look too great although this one wasn’t a surface problem. “Deryn, dear,” she called out. “You should probably come with me too, hun. You don’t look the best.”


Satisfied that she had all of the ones who needed her, Nadia turned and followed them into the dispensary, gesturing for Malacai to put Skyler down on the bed while she left the others to find a seat. She had to take care of Skyler first, but that didn’t mean that the others would be without help. “Kaene!” she called out, knowing the boy would be somewhere nearby. “Will you get started on bandaging some of these people up? Skyler’s really bad… it can’t wait.”


She was in a rush; that much was obvious. Quickly collecting her supplies, Nadia glanced at Deryn quickly, concerned that she might have a concussion of some sort or other and she quickly spoke before wheeling Skyler into an operating room. “Deryn, dear, you should probably lay down.”


It was times like these that made Nadia wish she had more help. She couldn’t take care of everyone at once even if they all needed her.


@Ariettie @The Succubi Queen @Refaulted @AnnoDomini @Keanehandiam

 

[LavenderRain]

"Evening Star" Warren Langston

Leaving the Cave

Start Location: The Cave

End Location: Ice Cream Social

Partner: Rita “Mason” Ito

Mood: Mischievous

Tags: @Stamper @Chara Angel of Death @Sergeant Sass @Cephalo​

Warren’s head jerked up as he heard a call from Hotaru before his sudden and incredibly loud reply, “I AM NOT A FUCKTARD!!” He was really getting annoyed with all of these nicknames. Ivy had called him ‘shit for brains’ and now Hotaru was adding another into the mix and he knew he had to make it clear that he would not stand for it. Such a thing was not acceptable.


Warren followed the path that Ren and Hotaru had taken to get out of the cave where his eyes fell on Xander as soon as he managed to get himself out of the confines of the darkness. His eyes blinked twice, confused, as he commented, “What happened to you? There wasn’t even anyone to fight!” Warren looked around, making sure that that was still the case, and from what he could see, it was. The witch was gone and the only others he could see were Lexie, Aeryn and Kassana. Shaking his head, he decided it didn’t matter and started walking back to the DWMA.


Ice Cream Social

Warren was starting to get really frustrated. He hadn’t been able to find his meister anywhere. She had vanished on their mission and she wasn’t anywhere in the DWMA from what he could see - and he tried. He looked everywhere. Sighing in defeat, something that he didn’t often like to admit, Warren made his way to the ice cream social, deciding that maybe someone would be excited to see him.


“Hi guys! I’m heeerrrrrreeeee!” Warren announced as he walked onto the balcony where there was ice cream and people, presuming that he was in the right spot. Even as he announced his presence and even as his eyes scanned the area, he was still silently looking for Rita, beginning to become concerned that she seemed to have vanished off the face of the earth.


However, this was a problem as it completely distracted him from watching where he was going. Warren ran right into Akahana, ice cream smearing onto his outfit before he even realized it. “Ugh…!!” he mused. “You’ve ruined it! You’ve ruined the look of the great Evening Star!” It sounded like anger, but it was mock anger and he was curious to see how the student would react. No one knew about his greatness yet, so what better way than to mess with them a bit in the process.

 

[LillianMuffin]

Akahana Shima


-Currently engaged in conversation at the Ice Cream Social


Akahana was awaiting a response from the girl, giggling rather creepily, until a guy had bumped into her. It wasn't enough to bump her over, but it urged a reaction from him. Psshh, was he one of those dorky rich kids or something? He's acting like she burned his outfit! To be honest... It was funny... But she had some anger boiling in her somewhere. She hated people who acted like this.


"Ahahahaha! Aren't you a cute one?"


She said in a light tone, her cat mask hiding her smirking face. Really, if anyone saw her face right now, they'd be pissing themselves in terror. She got a lump of the melting goodness she had left, and smeared it on his cheek roughly.


And suddenly, she leaned in real close...


"Listen bud, lets not have any trouble... If you think you have some big brass balls, i'll snip them right off, along with your nipples, Got it?"


Her tone sounded disturbingly dark, yet happy at the same time.


- @Violet Obsidian

 

[LavenderRain]

Jessyka “Bullseye” Volontari

Classification: EAT 2 Star

Partner: “Smoky” Skyler Emerson

Mood: Concerned

Location: Dispensary

Tags: @The Succubi Queen @Refaulted @Keanehandiam @Ariettie @DaughterofAthena​

Jessyka arrived in the dispensary just in time to see Nadia wheel her partner into the operating room, a look of distress covering her face although the meister said nothing to stop the nurse from taking him. She briefly looked around, noting the other students who were in there while she also saw a boy who was running around, seeming to be offering Nadia a helping hand. “Hello, there,” she said softly to Keane, not remembering his name although she was certain she had seen him before.


Sighing, Jessyka looked for a place to sit down so that she could wait for Skyler to come back. Unfortunately, it seemed that the dispensary itself was full so she walked over to the bed that Deryn seemed to have been assigned to. “Do you mind if I sit with you… while I,” she hesitated with her question. She sounded soft, quiet, distressed, and such a thing wasn’t exactly normal for Jessyka. However, she was too concerned for her partner right now for her to be her normal self.


“...while I wait for… for Smoky?” Jessyka finished quickly. Glancing down at herself, Jessyka noted that her hands were still covered in Skyler’s blood and she jumped slightly at the sight of it. “I’ll go clean up first,” she added. “But… I’d like to wait for him to come out.” Her eyes were pleading almost as she looked at Deryn, hoping that the girl wouldn’t mind if Jessyka sat on the end of the bed.

 

[The Succubi Queen]

Deryn Nicole Renoir

Nickname:Hummingbird


Status: NEW


Classification: Meister


Partner: Arthur Williams (Temporary)


Mood: Relief and Anxiety


Location: Dispensary


Interacting with: @DaughterofAthena (Nadia) @Violet Obsidian (Jessyka)

How Deryn had made it back from the lab without passing out, she would never understand. Maybe it was the confidence she had gained from knowing that Arthur wasn't a complete psychopath (even if he was completely off his metaphorical rocker), or maybe it was just a heavy dose of adrenaline- but she made it back to the DWMA mostly conscious, and that was what mattered the most.


She was rather eager to let Arthur go with Nurse Nadia. "Asking for trouble? I don't think any of us were asking for any of what happened back there." She remarked bitterly as Nadia took her former partner away. That small bit of concern for Arthur still lingered, but as the adrenaline died, she became more fearful of his actions- what had provoked him so suddenly? Why had he gone nuts like that? What did he now think she was- what exactly were his people? She shook away her worries. The boy needed someone to watch out for him, and it seemed Lord Death had deemed her worthy of the task, at least for that mission. The partnership probably wasn't going to last beyond the day, but still. She couldn't show weakness. Weakness was what lead boys like that to hurt girls like her.


Still, the sigh of relief that escaped her lips when Nadia suggested she rest was more than audible. She was exhausted, and frankly, she wanted a nap more than ice cream right now. Even if she really, really wanted ice cream.


She didn't quite lay on the bed, and to avoid stains decided to lay awkwardly on her side, propped up on her arm while she awaited the bandaging of her head. "Goodness, I must look awful right now- platinum blonde and blood don't tend to mix." She wheezed as Nadia set to work on the more urgent patients first. Deryn understood- her head might be bleeding, but she wasn't too much of a cause for concern. Arthur hadn't slammed her against the wall that hard.


She looked up as Jessyka approached. "While you?" Then the girl continued speaking. Deryn looked at her blankly for a second before she remembered. "Skyler is? Oh! Right, your partner, right. Um, of course, feel free." she glanced at the upperclassmen's bloody hands- that was a bit of an issue, but she wasn't too frightened of infection. When Jessyka offered to wash her hands, Deryn smiled. Seems she wasn't the only one unnerved by the days events. "Please, take your time. I ought to move so you can sit down."


She adjusted herself on the bed, propping the pillow up against the wall and leaning on it, sitting across the bed rather than laying on it. She knew she ought to be more careful, what with the head injury, but if she had anything severe, lying down wasn't exactly going to cure it. "You're Jessyka, right? You and your partner were the first two to go into that lab after Miyako-sensei. That was rather brave of you- Is he going to be ok? Your partner, that is." She glanced around the room, but from her angle she couldn't see much. She at least hoped Arthur's wound wasn't infected with anything that dog had been carrying.

 

[Pariah Stark]

Codename: Discord


Partner: N/A


Classification: Weapon [NEW]


Location: Ice Cream Social Aera


Tagged: @Hanarei @ Chara Angel of Death

Ikeda spent a large portion of the day at a distance from the other students. He was given explicit instructions not to involve himself with either of the teams or involve himself in potential combat until he had a reliable partner. So, with no Meister, Ikeda could naught but watch. Ikeda wondered why other weapons and Meisters paired up right on the spot while he was told to stay back, but honestly, he was fairly sure why. Someone somewhere was being overprotective of Ikeda because of Misaki, or the legacy she created. It's not like Ikeda was late; the first batch of summer recruits and recurring students had been on the grounds for a while. No, Ikeda was pretty sure he was going to be kept on standby until the actual classes started. If not for the fact he expected it, he would have been irritated to no end.


Ikeda had watched one of the groups rather closely from atop the central spike of the DWMA staircase. Several hundred feet in the air overlooking the group, but it didn't daunt him. He laid there, listening to his music, leg swaying. His eyes were closed, but his musical soul perception allowed him to hone in on each one of them. He could sense the melodies of their souls. Who they were. Their fear. Their conflicts. He sensed excitement, dread, rage - almost every emotion in the spectrum from this group. It was diverse. He could also feel the difference in their strength; he could easily tell some were veterans with training while some were new, their souls barely much more than human sparks. He was sure, too, that none of them could sense him from this distance except for maybe the professor. The more advanced of the group seemed to be pure fighters and his musical soul perception extended his own limitations. So, without an ounce or flicker of forlorn hope, Ikeda waited. The group eventually moved out, and he was left alone.


It was a little bittersweet, in all honesty. Things weren't necessarily silent around him after they left. In fact, Death City still boomed with activity. The stereoscopic vision granted to him by his unique perceptive abilities didn't quite extend far enough to see into the city, but he could hear and feel the faint echoes from outside his range. Of course, the state of the city had drastically improved, but that didn't make it more silent. The noises within the city only changed, they didn't cease. Other thoughts passed through his mind as well. He was in Nevada, after all. He wondered how his ability would work in a place like Las Vegas. Could he handle it all? There were a lot more sounds. Louder. Unique. Music, laughter, dice rolling, glasses banging, liquid pouring - could he handle all of that sensory input? His sister told him that to make her sight clearer, she used to focus on a music box and shut out the entire rest of the world until she could only hear the music. But, did she ever try to take it all in?


After entertaining his thoughts for just a while longer, he decided to drop down from the red-spiked perch he had sat upon so long. With a nonchalant roll, Ikeda fell from the spike and effortlessly rode the air until he reached ground, in which he made a silent, soft landing. All the force that once surrounded him immediately dissipated before he hit the ground, causing a gentle, graceful landing. It was just so much quicker than actually running down those stairs. Although, the abrupt movement did completely distort his perception. Ikeda actually had to open his eyes to see in front of him like a normal person. It didn't last long, though. After reaching the bulk of Death City, Ikeda found an alleyway, then kicked off the sides of each building with the same grace he made his impossible landing, all with the simple goal of getting on top of the roof. From there, he closed his eyes yet again to sense the world around him, albeit with immensely reduced range, and walked along the rooftops, scouring the city for anything of interest.


And, it didn't take a significant amount of aimless wandering to reach the ice cream social area. Ikeda felt several significant souls there making a melody. Although, at first, it was more like a screech. Ikeda found himself yet again perched above the ice cream social area, watching over the others. One girl had ice cream smeared on her, one in a mask seemed to be the one making the mess, then another guy around his age was throwing some kind-of rage fit. Ikeda wasn't really interested in that. There was a sound below him that resonated with him. A sound of disappointment. Someone down there missed out just like he did. Ikeda opened his eyes, dispelling his vision to see exactly what was going on. This second, he saw Aiko while Akahan Shima was trying to calm Warren, to seemingly little effect. It appeared the boy didn't like to be messy. Nonetheless, Ikeda jumped down from the two-story building he was perched on, landing again in silent grace, and walked over to Aiko.


"Y-Y'know, miss... I didn't get go, either," Ikeda said to her. Of course, he stammered. He might have tried to be cool, calm and suave, but he was far from it. Idealized in his mind, that musical vision of his, but to real, naked eyes, he was just a kid a little above his head and most definitely out of his comfort zone trying to socialize.

 

[Sergeant Sass]

Alexis “Lexie” Traynor and Alexander “Xander” Traynor

Lexie was quick to make her way to the ice cream as soon as their group returned to the DWMA. She was in a good mood, she had a smile on her face, and some strawberry pink deliciousness certainly couldn’t do anything to ruin her mood; in fact, it would likely only improve it. Navigating through the halls of the school, it was clear that she knew where she was going and it was also clear that she that she was excited to be going to where she was going. There was a cheerful bounce in her step, almost like she was skipping her way through the halls although it wasn’t quite that obvious.


No one could really blame her for her cheerful disposition, though. The DWMA was like home to her. It was the one place where she didn’t have to worry about getting hurt, the one place where she could become the person who she felt she was supposed to be. And on top of that, it had some pretty awesome people. She had even managed to get a date.


Springing into the area of the ice cream social, Lexie waved to everyone she walked by. She even went so far as to throw a casual, “Hi!” to each of them as she walked past. She didn’t exactly listen to learn who said hi in reply; she was too focused on the ice cream that was now within her sight. Walking still with a cheer in her step, Lexie did notice a few odd things. One was Warren - he was covered in ice cream. Why would he go and do something like that? she couldn’t help but wonder. And then she saw another thing… a boy landing on the ground. Looking up, the only place he could have jumped from was two stories too high for her liking. “Jesus…” she muttered under her breath. Some people… some people were pretty awesome, though, the more she thought about it.


None of what she saw would keep her from getting a single scoop of strawberry ice cream, though and as she made her way over to the table, she noticed Xander was already there. He had left before she had, and his eyes gazed upon the chocolate. “Did you want me to get you a cone?” Lexie offered kindly, noting that he now held an ice-pack to his cheek.


“I’ll get it myself!” Xander snapped back, not even giving his sister so much as a glance. He was still not happy with the way their mission had gone down and that much showed as he snatched an ice cream cone from in front of Lexie, knocking the rest of the cones onto the floor - they remained in the package, but now on the ground.


Xander scooped up a chocolate scoop and took his cone over as he sat up against the wall, sourly nursing his newfound wounds as he glared at anyone who so much as looked his way. Anyone - and that included Lexie herself.


Lexie sighed heavily as she bent down to pick up the waffle cones before she proceeded to scoop herself the strawberry ice cream she had come for in the first place, determined to continue to make the day seem like a good one. Her eyes scanned the crowd, searching for anyone who looked like they needed a friend and who didn’t terrify her half to death.

 

[Pariah Stark]

Codename: Cardinal


Partner: Kassana Silverstream


Classification: One-Star Meister [EAT]


Location: Ice Cream Social Area


Tagged: @DaughterofAthena


@Sergeant Sass

Aeryn wasn't particularly sure if the invitation to ice cream extended to him, but he was beginning to believe that Hiro was the type that would just buy it for him over causing a fuss even if it didn't. Not to mention, Aeryn didn't exactly have any place to go. Death City had changed so much since he last saw it, and the DWMA itself was a lot bigger. It seemed everything had expanded and advanced far beyond what he had ever expected. He saw people carrying what looked like pieces of glass that showed all sorts of pictures, moving pictures even, in a clarity and brightness he would have never even believed possible through magic.


Aeryn had to be given general instructions where the ice cream parlor was from Kassana, but the rest of the group seemed to have other things to do before meeting up at the parlor. Nevertheless, Aeryn was there in time to see Aiko and Akahana. He found it humorous, but he was more impressed by the sheer variety of ice cream that now existed. He knew what ice cream was, at least vaguely. He couldn't remember where he tried it, but he knew that when he last tried it, it was considered a unique luxury and it only came in one rich, milky flavor. That much he could remember, but the rest... The rest just clawed at the back of his mind. He couldn't remember the faces or names of the people he tried it with. Just the odd fact that he did. A quick bump from the customer behind him nudged him back into reality, though, so he didn't get time to potentially grasp a new memory. Instead, he simply asked what the most popular flavor was, and after being assured it was this 'Rocky Road', he took a cone with a scoop and tried it - much to his delight. The cold itself felt nice on his lip, which was already closed up.


Soon enough, he saw Warren, Lexie and Xander pour into the area, so he figured he made it to the right place. Aeryn couldn't help but scoff at Warren and swoon over Lexie, then laugh at Xander as he wouldn't even let Lexie get him a cone. All the while, Aeryn was intentionally staying behind a shade under a table in the outside meeting area, keeping his face and most of his red hair hidden. He was halfway done with his cone before Lexie acquired hers and began scanning the crowd. He noticed she picked a pink color. He honestly wasn't even for sure if color correlated to taste or what pink could possibly be, but nevertheless, it interested him. After a brief second, he decided to stealthily sneak beside her, mostly just shifting through the crowd of regular customers and trying not to get noticed.


"Y'know, I didn't know ice cream came in so many flavors," Aeryn told Lexie, "you could say that where I came from, there was only one."

 

[Lady Warlock]

Kassana Silverstream and Alexis “Lexie” Traynor

Kassana had snuck off to the DWMA library upon their return, deciding that she had had enough real excitement for the day and all the rest of it would be better if she retrieved it from books rather than from real life. To be quite honest with herself, she had to admit that real life was stressful. Sure, she had a great new partner now that the day was all done, but she had also made a promise she didn’t know how to keep and there was still so much she didn’t understand. However, she knew the books would not fail her. They never had before and she didn’t imagine they would start now.

As Kassana sat there, she was leaning up against a bookshelf and although it didn’t look very comfortable, it actually was. She sipped at a cup of coffee she had sitting beside her as she flipped through page after page of the same novel she had been reading during class earlier on that same day. She was actually almost done with it. Sitting there for a few more minutes, she did actually flip to the last page. Another satisfying ending…


Kassana took another sip of her coffee as she stood up and put the book back on the shelf. Her coffee was only half finished.


Sighing, she contemplated what else there would be for her to do. She had given Aeryn directions to the ice cream social because he seemed like the kind of person who would enjoy eating ice cream and being social; however, every time she thought about going, she realized that she didn’t really want to talk to anyone. She simply had nothing to say; it wasn’t often that she did. There didn’t seem to be anything else to do though, and that was where she got stuck. Kassana didn’t feel she had a choice other than to go; maybe she would run into Ivy along the way. She was still determined to ask the berserker to train her because she needed to get stronger.




Peering into the area that was now flooded with people, Kassana weaved her way through the crowds, searching for a space where she could stand and pretend there wasn’t a giant crowd of people because it really made her uncomfortable. However, there didn’t seem to be any open space. Glancing through the crowd, the silver haired girl’s eyes fell upon her meister and upon Lexie Traynor just in time to see Lexie jump as Aeryn started talking.


"Y'know, I didn't know ice cream came in so many flavors. You could say that where I came from, there was only one."


Lexie definitely hadn’t seen him coming with that one; her attention had been completely focused on looking for someone to talk to that she had never anticipated someone would walk up to her. It was an odd situation, so odd, in fact, that she fumbled with her ice cream cone as she still tried to get over the surprise of Aeryn being right next to her.


She looked at him, smiling now, as she thought about how to reply while she noted the ice cream he was eating. “Only one flavor…? Was it Rocky Road?” she seemed to find it amusing for some reason. “I’ve always been a stickler for strawberry myself, but I like all of them. Settling for just one would be…” Pausing, she searched for the right word. “...difficult.”


“There’s so many to choose from… I would just get lost. There’s vanilla, a classic really; chocolate, who doesn’t love it; strawberry, fruity goodness; cookie dough, because it’s too good to bake all of it; mint, so green and luscious…” Lexie could have quite honestly drawled on and on about all the awesome ice cream flavors in the world, all while she continued to smile. Ice cream was such a wonderful thing and talking to Aeryn was as well.


However, it was also probably a good thing that Kassana chose that moment to jump in because otherwise Lexie would’ve never stopped talking. “What about vanilla ice cream in coffee?” She suggested although she felt slightly bad when she realized she had interrupted Lexie. In all reality, half of her coffee was finished and she was quite tempted to try adding in some ice cream.


Lexie’s attention turned to Kassana and although it may not have been obvious because she had been smiling and talking the whole time, that was the first time since he’d showed up next to her that her eyes had left Aeryn. “That actually does sound really good,” Lexie replied. “Are you going to try it?”


Kassana nodded as she walked over to the ice cream to get a scoop before dumping it into her coffee cup. It wouldn’t exactly be coffee anymore. More like she had just added a lot of creamer and ice. But as she took a sip, Kassana realized she liked it. It was unique. Kassana walked back over to Aeryn and Lexie because if she had to be in a crowd, she at least wanted to be near people she knew.


Meanwhile, Lexie’s eyes had returned to Aeryn once more as soon as Kassana walked away and she looked into his green eyes, partially concealed beneath his longer red hair although she actually didn’t mind it that way.


Tags: @Pariah Stark

 

[Pariah Stark]

Codename: Cardinal


Partner: Kassana Silverstream


Classification: One-Star Meister [EAT]


Location: Ice Cream Social Area


Tagged: @DaughterofAthena


@Sergeant Sass

Aeryn let slip a slight chuckle when Lexie jumped. He expected it, but it was nonetheless entertaining. Until he saw her fumbling with her ice cream. If she would have spilled it, he would have felt bad. With a quick jolt of his free hand, he glided over Lexie's and guided it to a steady position holding her cone before letting go. Of course, he didn't forget to give a gentle squeeze after, mostly just to offer a small sign of affection. Aeryn was undoubtedly sweet, if anything, although that might have just been courtly mannerisms from a different time. Nevertheless, once that little fiasco was finished, Aeryn couldn't help but smile back at Lexie. Her smile was indeed so enticing. It was infatuation at its best, so young and early between them. But, what purer adoration exists than the infatuation of those who first see beauty? Poetry aside, Aeryn had a lot to listen to.


Strawberry? Is that the flavor she had? Strawberries were red. Although, he recalled ice cream normally being white. Did they blend to make pink? There did seem to be red, fruity chunks inside her ice cream, so that seemed to confirm it. But, she went on. Vanilla? That was a flavor? A classic one, even? Chocolate, too? Now, Aeryn had tasted chocolates, but the newer ones from this era were significantly better. More smooth and sweet. Strawberry, which made sense. Cookie dough? Dough in ice cream? This. This was confusing. Dough was used for baking, cookies were normally warm, chocolate used to be bitter and vanilla wasn't even a 'flavor' Aeryn remembered, yet it was a classic? The world really had changed so much since Aeryn last remembered. Then he heard mint. There was a moment that the idea of mint being a frozen delight rang within not just his own mind, but that of Saren and Nariel in which they all questioned why mint would even be considered for this ice cream confection.


It was a true thought. Nariel was always curious about technology; tablets and phones could do what only the most proficient of Witches and Sorcerers could from his era, and did so in such a way that mere humans could utilize them easily. The use of electricity almost put humans on par with the average Witch, at least in terms of day-to-day life. Saren was effectively the culmination of Aeryn and Nariel, but he was honestly a fresh slate. Taking all this in, he really wondered what the status quo was. Saren realized that both Aeryn and Nariel were so far out of the loop that to thrive in this new world, he would need to understand it far better. And Szar just wanted to taste the ice cream. All of those different flavors...


Kassana made a suggestion, but at this point, Aeryn was so far out the loop that he just let it slide until Kassana went off to try it. Aeryn eventually felt her eyes fall back onto his, and he enjoyed the warmth. Not as much from her eyes as it was from within himself. Call it what one would, but Aeryn enjoyed having her there and it stirred things up within him. "Well, no... you could say I come from a lot simpler place," Aeryn explained to her, "Our ice cream wasn't flavored. I only had it once. It was very creamy and not nearly as sweet." Aeryn gently nodded his head to the side, knocking some of his long, red bangs away from his eyes to see just a little bit more clear. He looked down at her ice cream before locking eyes once more. He let words slip gently through his smile, telling her, "I haven't tasted strawberry, but I do imagine it's even sweeter than this chocolate... is that where you get it from?"

 

[LavenderRain]

“Evening Star” Warren Langston

Classification: Weapon

Location: Ice Cream Social

Partner: Rita Ito

Tags: @Chara Angel of Death​

"Listen bud, lets not have any trouble... If you think you have some big brass balls, i'll snip them right off, along with your nipples, Got it?"


Warren looked at the girl strangely for a moment, rather surprised that his ‘mock anger’ was actually being taken seriously and he took a brief step back, his eyes still on Akahana. Then, Warren started laughing. For some odd reason that may not have been immediately apparent, Warren found her comment to be completely and totally hilarious and his laughter was a clear demonstration of that. It was so extreme that for a moment, the boy couldn’t breathe.


“You.. you…” He was stuttering not out of nervousness, but because he seriously struggled to get the words out in the midst of his fit of laughter. “You actually think I’m mad!!” More laughter followed before he finally managed to calm himself down to a considerable degree.


Patting Akahana on the back, Warren took a few quick breaths before he could finally speak in coherent, uninterrupted sentences. “It’s just a jacket, sweets. No harm done!” Warren ended with a smile at her before he walked off, his eyes still scanning the crowds for his meister.

 

[Lady Warlock]

Lord Death, Hiro Mitsaki, Aeryn, Lexie Traynor and Kassana Silverstream

Closer to the DWMA itself, yet not quite within the confines of the school, Lord Death had caught Professor Hiro as soon as the death scythe emerged into the social area. It didn't appear like Hiro wanted to be there at all, but the book in his hand was something that he had to make sure got into the right hands and as he saw the Grim Reaper standing near the door, Hiro walked over to him, one hand in his pocket, the other holding the book itself. "Death," Hiro greeted simply as he offered the book to the book to the Shinigami.


Although Hiro made to turn and walk away right away, Lord Death stopped him, calling out, "How'd it go," he asked the death scythe curiously.


Hiro sighed, realizing that he wasn't going to get away without briefing the headmaster and as he turned around once again, he leaned against the building with both of his hands lazily lying in his pockets. "Well, we encountered a witch which certainly made things interesting," he began. "The students... well, they reacted, I suppose. That new boy you sent with me, he's got an interesting rebellious streak that I thought you should know about."


Lord Death eyed Hiro peculiarly, definitely showing some curiosity and interest in what the Professor had to say although he didn't interrupt.


"Anyway," Hiro moved on from the new student, "the witch was after that book - the same book we were after and it seemed that she was sent by yet another. She'll be back. She'll be looking for it, although I personally don't see what harm anything in there could cause. It is supposed to have a cure to madness, right? Why would the witches want that in the first place?" Hiro shrugged, confused although he honestly didn't care one way or the other.


"Hmm," was the only verbal reply Lord Death offered right away although he flipped through the pages of the tome curiously. "I haven't seen this book in over a hundred years. I honestly couldn't say what Professor Jones added in before her untimely demise although I will give it a look through. For now, bring it to Nadia and tell her everything she needs should be on page 241. She'll be needing time to brew before Keziah wakes up again."


Hiro sighed at his assignment of more work although he took the book and walked back into the academy, presumably to follow Lord Death's instructions.


Lord Death's attention then turned to the students who were filing into the ice cream social. Most of them actually seemed to be enjoying themselves which pleased him; that had been his intention when creating this event in the first place. Even he understood that classes could get boring from time to time. His eyes fell upon Aeryn, then as he considered what Hiro had told him. It honestly hadn't been much so he figured he should at least try to get to the bottom of things. Without further hesitation, Lord Death waltzed over to the meister who was consequently conversing with his partner and with Alexis.


"Hello there!" Lord Death greeted as he approached them.


Aeryn immediately jerked away from his gaze at Lexie to acknowledge Lord Death. A sense of slight dread built up in him. Death was the one who decided of Aeryn went back with him in that odd, little room of his or if he was to be granted a new fate. Aeryn knew this moment would come, but it did seem so soon. Not to mention, right when he was talking to Lexie. Nevertheless, Aeryn stepped closer to Lord Death as he replied, "Hey, Death! Buddy, pal, how ya doin'?"


Lexie, for her part, was actually kind of glad for Lord Death's interruption because following Aeryn's previous comment, her cheeks had flushed, turning her entire face bright red and she quite honestly didn't know how to reply. Her face tilted downward slightly as she tried to hide it, still smiling because she didn't expect that she would be blushing due to the same boy twice in one day, especially not given all the other things that had happened. "Oh, hello!" she greeted Lord Death after a moment, feeling that it wasn't entirely right for her to not address the Grim Reaper.


Kassana, remaining slighly apart from Aeryn and Lexie, glanced between Aeryn and Lord Death curiously, unsure of how Aeryn managed to seem so casual in the presence of someone who she found to be quite honestly very intimidating. Nonetheless, she took a sip of her coffee and waved at the Shinigami shyly.


"Well, it's good to see you all made it back alright. I heard it wasn't the most pleasant trip," Lord Death commented to the whole group before he spoke to Aeryn directly. "Would you mind coming with me for a moment? I heard some," he paused, searching for the right word, "interesting things."


"Well, if you insist," Aeryn replied nonchalantly. Most students likely would have been fairly sheepish if Lord Death himself asked them for a word. Aeryn, however, knew it was coming. He tossed what was remaining of his cone into the trash nearby them - it wasn't much, anyway; he had been there the longest - then dove in quickly to land a quick peck on Lexie's cheek, whispering, "just in case." After that, Aeryn walked right beside Death himself and waited to be led... wherever.


Aeryn never ceased to surprise her. Lexie had been surprised when he had first introduced himself to her. She had been surprised when she had heard him in her mind. She had been surprised when he had asked her on a date. And apparently the surprises weren't going to stop now. Lexie smiled at him because there was really nothing else she could think to do; she had been smiling a lot since she had met him. She didn't like the thought that he seemed to think he might not come back from this. She didn't understand it and she didn't like it. "You better be back," she commented. "We have a date you know." It was more for her than for him. She didn't want to believe he would just be gone now.


Lord Death proceeded to lead Aeryn to a small area just inside the DWMA. It wasn't too far away from all the socialness taking place although it was quiet enough, not too many sounds from the outside were trickling in. "So, how would you say the mission went?" Lord Death started, deciding he wanted to see what Aeryn had to say before he specifically addressed the 'rebellious streak'.


Aeryn gave it a quick thought for a minute, then shrugged. "A success, I believe. Hiro didn't brief us, really. You didn't either. If you recall, you said, 'Hey, Aeryn, I could use you for a mission. You have two minutes before I leave the room,' so it's not like I had a whole lot of preparation. I wouldn't say it was smooth, though. There was a light of fighting in the team, we let the Witch get away after Hiro decided to tell her the academy was in bad shape and the team split up without really following orders," Aeryn went on to explain. "I'd say it was weak leadership considering how many students disregarded Hiro. I'm not going to pretend like I have to answer to him if he's not going to give orders until students are pounding each other in the face," he finally added.


Lord Death couldn't help but nod slightly as Aeryn spoke. None of what Aeryn had to say about Hiro in particular really surprised him at all and if he'd had more time, Lord Death certainly wouldn't have assigned Hiro the job of leading a mission because it usually didn't go well. "Hiro is not one of the stronger teachers," was what he decided was actually ok for him to say. "Nonetheless, he was the leader of the mission. He told me he had some issues with you in particular. Care to explain?"


"Sure. I would imagine two different situations probably got to him. Couldn't tell ya which or both, but I'm sure you know. He decided to tell the witch about the current status of the DWMA, which as you know, isn't exactly at its strongest. We just had a few attacks, students and faculty are injured, Death City is going to require some reconstruction. The Witch in question was obviously a subordinate, too, so she is most definitely going to answer to somebody. I felt it was unwise to just let her go, so after Hiro told everyone to stand down - which I might add was the same time he gave her the speech about the DWMA - I decided myself that wasn't the best option. In my defense, and you can even ask him yourself, I apologized later. Admittedly, later I also singed Xander's face. He insulted my current partner, Kassana, and his sister, Lexie, whom I have a date with if you don't lock me up. I didn't intend on actually hurting him, just making him apologize. He just had a few light burns from my Soul Force, but I let him punch me in the face first. And, Hiro made him apologize after I let him up," Aeryn explained in yet another nonchalant manner. He didn't quite feel any fear nor did he intend to lie to Lord Death about what happened. He was sure Death would have found out anyway.


Aeryn did chirp up to add, "Everything I did, I did for what I felt was the better of the school or students. Kassana has confidence issues, so Xander calling her pathetic would have just hurt what I tried to build with her. He doesn't treat Lexie like the lady she is, either. He had it coming; his nose was already bloody by the time I got to him, anyway, so someone else in our group apparently agreed with me. And, to be quite frank, I still don't think he should have let that witch go. She's a liability."


There were a few things within Aeryn's explanation that caught Lord Death's attention. First, he very clearly thought through everything that he had done. That was something that his meisters didn't always do and it was something he couldn't let go to waste. Secondly, it seemed that despite his 'rebellious streak', Aeryn had been able to make some connections even in the short amount of time that he had been with the students. His eyes widened as Aeryn mentioned Alexander and Alexis, realizing that he had yet another student to pull aside after everything that had happened.


Nonetheless, Lord Death still regarded Aeryn cautiously for a moment, not quite sure what his decision would be even as he started addressing Aeryn's concerns. "We are well aware of the danger the witch creates and we will be prepared. As for your little dispute with Alexander, I'm not surprised. He's not supposed to work with her in the first place due to their history..." he trailed off on that one, not prepared to explain the situation further.


Aeryn shrugged once more, his hands in his pockets now. He felt like his rant from before was a bit long, but he admittedly was a little nervous. In retrospect, what he did to Xander probably was crossing the line significantly more than just questioning Hiro - now that he knew Hiro wasn't exactly a prime leader. Nevertheless, Aeryn added, "I don't think I've done anything actual students haven't. No one listened to Hiro until the very last moment, and like I said, Xander caused problems before I even came along. Not to mention, no one forced me to apologize. I openly told Hiro I didn't mean to undermine him. C'mon, Death, you've played me in chess. You know how mad I get at tactical errors. I just thought it was a bad call. Besides, I got Kassana to enjoy going into the fray. Even if it was against orders, she was firing blasts of our Wavelength strong enough to make craters."


Lord Death eyed up Aeryn one final time, curiosity peeking through his gaze. Even Lord Death couldn't deny that the boy made several good points and even Lord Death had to admit Aeryn was a strong asset to the academy as a whole. Admittedly, it may not have been the best trial run in the world, but it could have gone a lot worse. "Professor Miyako wil willl expect to see you for classes in the morning," he finally said. "And try to keep the 'rebellious streaks' to a minimum, please."


"Just like that? Paperwork ready and everything? Hop into the summer classes like it's nothing?" Aeryn asked. He wasn't exactly sure that Lord Death would make it so simple. Not to mention, he remembered how long it took to have this type of thing ready years ago. Of course, computers did make it substantially faster. Where would he sleep? What would he buy things with? Aeryn had no idea how this world worked. Was it like the old times? EAT students stayed in suites while NOT's got dorms? Aeryn had no idea. "Does Professor Miyako teach EAT or NOT? Am I going to be in the same class as Kass and Lexie?" he asked, adding onto his other questions.


"Professor Miyako tends to prefer teaching EAT over NOT although she's taught a few NOT classes in the past. This summer we have merely been running Soul Studies to get everyone orientated. Not all the new students are fully aware of how everything works as I'm sure you realized with Kassana and having some knowledge will help them and us determine which class is the best fit. So for now, everyone is in the same class although some of our other professors have run some extra lessons on the side for people who need or want more to do," Lord Death answered simply. "And yes, you're going to hop into classes just like that. I have everything ready; I had been looking for a way to see how things would go for a while now."


Aeryn let a grin sneak up on his lips. "I see. You always were doing a million things at once on those screens of yours. By the way, one last thing. You've met the others. You know how Saren works. When I went after that witch, Saren wanted her, too. I could feel his desires coursing through me as if it were my own wavelength. It was powerful, but... I also didn't control it entirely. It was the only time and it faded as soon as the Witch left. Even now, I'm sure he's cursing at how I'm explaining it," Aeryn said, hoping even with this added information, Lord Death would keep true to his decision. "I didn't think it would be wise to keep anything from you. I can try to listen to whoever you tell me to, but I can't stop Saren if he really wants something."


Lord Death's eyes watched as Aeryn explained more and he nodded along. "Thank you for telling me," was all he offered in reply before shrugging it off. "Although, I do believe you have some friends waiting for you if I'm not mistaken, so you should probably be getting back." Lord Death didn't want to add that he had another student to talk to, but that was the reality of it.


Aeryn let out a light chuckle before he kicked back from the conversation. "Whatever you say, Death. Don't be afraid to come visit. We both know I spent forever in your room, no reason you can't come to mine," Aeryn said, mostly playfully. He then started to dash back down the street, likely at a far faster pace than Death intended on going. But, as Death said, Aeryn had people waiting on him. He entered the social area again and scouted for Kassana and Lexie, hoping they'd be right where he left them. Just as expected, there they were. Admittedly, Aeryn wasn't sure if they continued in conversation or waited there nervously while he was gone.


He made his way back to them, this time going at a more decent, civilized pace, then asked, "So, I had a partner and a date... who do I break the news to first?" He hid his cheeky grin as he did intend on playing them, at least for a moment. He also wondered which one would speak up first.


Lexie's eyes were torn from Kassana the moment she heard Aeryn once more and her eyes widened brightly, her smile growing at first. Then the actual content of what he said hit her and it didn't sound at all pleasant. "What? No... It isn't had. You still HAVE a date," Lexie objected strongly, taking a step closer to him as her eyes filled with something near close to terror. She had not liked the idea that he might be leaving before and she still didn't like it now.


Kassana, on the other hand, didn't verbally object although a small amount of sadness flooded into her expression. Aeryn had kind of hinted at this possibility before and she didn't want to go through the trouble of trying to find a different partner again. She had come to enjoy the thought of being partnered with him because he seemed willing to help her learn and that was so much more than she was able to say for her former partner.


Aeryn couldn't hide his grin anymore. He let his wide smile sprawl across his face once Lexie replied to him. "I'm glad you feel that way," he said, "because Death told me I start classes tomorrow." He then looked to Kassana with that same smile, "and, I do believe that means we're going to stay partners for a whole lot longer." Aeryn thought he was being funny, although he probably didn't think through how it could have discouraged Kassana. Either way, news was that he got to stay.


While Aeryn may have been amused, Lexie most certainly was not. Well, not quite. She understood the joke of it, but that didn't mean she had to be happy with it. Lexie threw her hand forward, intending to slap him, although she pulled it back and turned it into more of a gentle tap on the cheek. "Don't do that!" she exclaimed, although a smile followed as she leaned in, standing on her toes to return the peck on the cheek that he had given her earlier.


"Well, then how about I do this?" Aeryn asked before wrapping his arms around Lexie and pulling her in for a tight hug. She may have just 'tapped' his cheek, but she was most definitely close enough for an embrace. Not to mention, with her close enough to peck his cheek, it made the perfect setup for such a simple gesture. Aeryn let his arms stay wrapped around her for just a second so that she could feel the hug, more than just a quick embrace, but hardly overwhelming.


Kassana let out a sigh of relief when Aeryn explained that they would be partners for a whole lot longer and she she giggled slightly, understanding that he had meant to make a joke although she didn't find it funny any more than Lexie seemed to. "I'm glad you'll be sticking around," Kassana muttered softly. She really was happy that he would be sticking around, although that may not have entirely come off in what she said simply because she didn't know how. "I'm a weapon, and a weapon needs a meister, after all."


Hearing Aeryn's words and feeling his arms around her, Lexie returned the embrace he offered her as she whispered in reply, "That... that is fine by me." A few brief moments passed with the two holding each other before Kassana seemed to speak up. Aeryn then released himself from the embrace and smiled over to Kassana. "You're gonna be a whole lot more than a weapon, Kass," Aeryn replied to her. "You're gonna be a role model for every weapon out there that isn't sure if they're meant for the academy," he explained. He inched closer to Kass, but his hand slid down and held Lexie's. "I'm just going to make sure everyone gets a chance to see when you shine," he added.

 

[LavenderRain]

Jessyka “Bullseye” Volontari

Classification: EAT 2-Star

Partner: Skyler Emerson

Mood: Concerned

Location: Dispensary

Tags: @The Succubi Queen​

“Yes, I am Jessyka,” the pink haired meister replied as she washed her hands in a nearby sink. There certainly were plenty of them in the little dispensary, more than one would expect at the very least.


Although she didn’t think it was necessary for Deryn to readjust herself as she could’ve squeezed in sitting at the end of the bed, Jessyka did not object to Deryn’s movements nor decline the seat that became more easily available because of it. It was only after she was able to sit down that Jessyka answered Deryn’s questions. “Yes, I am Jessyka, and we were the first ones to go in,” she started. “Smoky and I… we’ve been together for a while, I guess you could say. We know how to work together… or at least, I thought we did. I didn’t expect him to jump out like that. Not with a situation like that… because that was something I could’ve handled.” The more she spoke, the quieter she became.


“I don’t know if he’ll be alright or not,” she answered the last question Deryn had offered to her. “I should’ve stopped him. I should’ve done something.” Her eyes dwelled on the door that would bring Skyler back, hopefully still alive and still in one piece. That was all Jessyka really wanted right now.

 

[The Succubi Queen]

Professor Kane Parson

Nickname:Mr. Darcy


Status: NOT TEACHER


Classification: WEAPON


Partner: N/A


Mood: Concerned


Location: Ice Cream Social


Interacting with: @Chara Angel of Death (Akahane)

Kane Parsons had spent almost the entire day preparing for the Ice Cream Social. He didn't have a first period class, so he'd been assigned to take care of the final set up for to day's event. Of course, that also meant he hadn't been stuck in the school while all the students went to take care of whatever was going on in town. He hoped none of the more reckless students had hurt anyone... Some of the EAT kids especially had no idea how to handle situations with delicacy. He worried for the townspeople who were merely the victims of a spell.


But now, several hours later, the tall blue haired professor sat amongst the slightly melted tubs of Ice Cream, making sure every student present got the attention they deserved. His own bowl of Cookies and Cream was melting into a messy soup on the chair behind him, but he didn't mind. Eventually though, he did take a break, wandering among the students, spooning the crushed up cookie bits with his spoon. They were all soggy, but he tried to put that out of his mind.


"You ok, kiddo?" He asked a young student who looked less than pleased with his ice cream. "Did they run out of your favourite flavor? Or did whatever mission they assigned you to not go as well as you wanted it to?" He smiled at the boy, wondering what kind of student came back from a successful mission to a cone of ice cream and still was unable to fake a smile for social purposes.


Not everyone had to be happy all the time, of course. But the causes of unhappiness were one of Kane's favourite areas of study- so of course he was curious about this grumpy youth.


He noticed another less than happy student- Akahane, wasn't it? He clicked his tongue. Threats of Violence? At an ice cream party? Not the best way to make friends. "Hold that thought- I gotta deal with teacher business." He told Xander, with a roll of his eyes and light laugh before he turned in the direction of the female student. She wasn't too far from Xander, so if the boy really wanted to say something, he could.


"See you just met Mr. Langston. The kids a bit of a live wire, but I don't see much cause to give the boy a vasectomy." He gave a light smile- it wasn't a threat, just a knowing reminder that there were teachers watching. This kid was the exact kind of violent fighter that caused him to question the very existence of the DWMA, but he wasn't to begrudge her that. She was as much a pawn of the violent cycle of life her as he had been. "Do you need more ice cream? Your's is all over Warren's shirt, so I doubt it's any use to you now."

 

[LillianMuffin]

Akahana Shima


-Currently tangling with a teacher


Akahana was dead silent when the boy laughed off her behavior. Hurm, normally people flinched before she sliced their throat open, but that last part wasn't okay here... She'd probably get her ass thrown in prison for something like that here. And if that happens she could never complete her hit list. Though at the moment, her expression read that she was having some disturbing thoughts, but again the mask hid that little detail.


"See you just met Mr. Langston. The kids a bit of a live wire, but I don't see much cause to give the boy a vasectomy."


Her head quickly jerked to meet the teacher's smiling face, as if that was to signal that he meant no harm to her. She only stared at him, the cat mask hiding her vacant expression.


"Do you need more ice cream? Your's is all over Warren's shirt, so I doubt it's any use to you now."


"I did that on purpose." She said in a flat tone, "I felt like threatening him, so no."


- @The Succubi Queen

 

[Keanehandiam]

Keanehan



Diam





Nickname:Tinker


Status: EAT Student


Classification: WEAPON


Partner: N/A


Mood: Focused


Location: Dispensary


Interacting with: @The Succubi Queen @Refaulted @Violet Obsidian @Ariettie





Noise. An entire room filled with the noises of the living, but it wasn't just noise that attacked this young man's senses-- no it was the scent of blood and Anesthetic. A number of students had come back from their most recent mission covered in their own life giving fluids. Being someone who worked with the nurse on a regular basis, this was nothing new to Keanehan, but it was still a sight to see.


The boy's unflinching, discolored gaze had always kept to each patient that required his assistance. Each case varied, some more dire than others. From stitching up bits of flesh to setting entire limbs back into place. It was less than savory hearing the cries of pain from his fellow students, but fixing their broken parts had always filled Keanehan with a sense of accomplishment. Unfortunately this feeling came with a hefty cost to others, but it was a price Keanehan was willing to let others pay.


Upon seeing new patients enter the Dispensary Keanehan moved to help them. Firstly was Arthur. Having been told by Nadia to leave Skyler in her care, he decided to work on the most painful injuries first. He nodded back at Jessyka's greeting. "Good day." He replied quietly.


Keanehan had very limited contact with the students who were currently in his care. From what interactions he had had with all of them, all consisted of small 'hellos'. Now he was being trusted to fix their broken parts. The amber haired boy walked with his kit in hand, and knelt in front of Arthur. "Your hand, please." Came the monotone demand. Upon inspecting the hand Keane saw it fit to use some peroxide on it. "This will hurt a bit, but I require you to remain perfectly still." As he poured the peroxide on his hand, the fluid foaming up on around the bone protrusions. As it did so, Keanehan began channeling his soul energy into his patient's hand. This would numb the pain slightly and allow for healing to be much smoother.


Once he finished with that he gripped the index finger and looked at Arthur. "I will need for you to remain still. Feel free to bite into something if need be, but you mustn't move. I have to set your fingers." Once prepared the hetero-chromatic boy set each finger individually. One by one, a satisfying CRACK was heard as they were set. "Now to set the splint. Do stay still, I am almost done." He grabbed a metal hand splint and set the fingers in each slot. He then wrapped the wrist and then strapped the fingers into their respective slates. "All done. I apologize for putting you in pain, but you should be done wearing this after about two weeks. Do return then for further inspection."


Keanehan looked to the woman next to him. She appeared to have a head injury. Droplets of blood appeared to wet the back of her head. "If you wouldn't mind I would like to get you fixed up as well, ma'am." Keane awaited her consent before taking a cotton swab and dabbing it in Peroxide. Applying it to the wound on the back of her head, he cleaned away the blood and then proceeded to place gauze over the injury, before finally wrapping it in a tight bandage. "I hope this is satisfactory. Ms. Nadia will be with you to give another inspection after she is done with Skyler."


He picked up his kit and moved to Daemon. He was bleeding still and his right arm seemed to be in ribbons. "I must ask your forgiveness in advance, sir. This will be most unpleasant." As he had done with the ones before Daemon, Keanehan disinfected his arm using a controlled amount of the peroxide. He knew he'd have to clean up what drops had made it to the floor.


After disinfecting the wound he moved to grab his needle and thread. "I'm going to have to stitch what I can together and then put some gauze on top. Afterward I'll have it bandaged." He threaded his needle and looked up at Daemon. "Keep still. If you flinch or strain your muscles, I could do more harm than good." He began sewing, stopping every so often to allow some of his wavelength to flow into the wound.


The sewing, after a few moments, head stopped and he had moved on to applying the gauze and bandages. "You'll need to come back in so Ms. Nadia can have a look at you. We'll need to check for infection. I'm not certain if we have any antibiotics to give you...my apologies." His job now finished, Keane went to wash off his hands and clean what little mess he had made. 'Efficiency has gone up by five percent since last time, but droplets of the disinfectant were still wasted. Goal for next patient is one-hundred percent


efficiency. Accuracy must be above ninety-two percent.'

 

[Lady Warlock]

Jayce Hammerkin and Undine Isle

Collaboration With:

@TheWeirdPhilosopher​

Classification: EAT Weapon


Location: Ice Cream Social


Partner: Alessa Wolf


Mood: Social
​

Jayce made his way into the ice cream social area as his eyes flickered between the different groups of students that had already begun to form. He avoided eye contact with most of them as a lot of the older students didn’t like him, a fact that he was well aware of. Instead, he focused on finding the newer students, the ones who hadn’t already branded him a person to be avoided at all costs and his eyes fell on several although he wanted ice cream before he tried to mingle.


Grabbing a small bowl and a spoon, Jayce scooped up two scoops of plain vanilla ice cream before adding a drizzle of chocolate syrup on top. It was just enough chocolate for him to be happy with it without adding too much sweetness. Then he turned and regarded the different groups of students again. He briefly met the glare of Xander and that was enough to keep him away from that particular boy although he saw a girl who had tried approaching him earlier that day. Walking up to Undine (although he had no idea that that was her name), Jayce called out, “Hello! Are you going to get some ice cream? I know school food isn’t always the greatest, but this stuff is actually quite good.” He took a bite of his own in the process which left some of his speech at the end a bit jumbled.

Classification: NOT Meister

Location: Ice Cream Social


Partner: Aoi Asuka


Mood: Hungry
​

Undine whirled around with a large bowl of ice cream filled with a number of vanilla scoops that she had lost count of under chocolate syrup, strawberries, and whipped cream. “Hi!” She glanced down to her bowl with an amused grin. “Well, I’ve already gotten some, but if they don’t stop me I’ll probably wind up getting more, most likely to Aoi’s displeasure.” Food was Undine’s go to stress reliever, and she could definitely say that she was feeling much better and less emotional than before.


“Oh wait, you’re that one boy!” She exclaimed pointing at Jayce excitedly. Although, the enthusiasm was a bit misplaced for where she recognized him from; it wasn’t the most positive of circumstances at the time. Especially not for him, it seemed.


Jayce raised an eyebrow as she called him ‘that one boy’. He knew they had met before, but he didn’t remember leaving too much of an impression. “Um… yes?” He replied, slightly confused. “My name’s Jayce, by the way. And is Aoi the one who you were partnered with earlier? I’m still learning all the new names.”


“Sorry,” Undine’s smile became sheepish and she shrugged her shoulders lightly. “I’m Undine. And yeah, Aoi’s my weapon. You’re partnered with Alessa, right?” She nodded her head before waiting for an answer and cradling her ice cream in her palms.


“What I meant is that I saw you were having some issues earlier during the battle and was going to talk to you —maybe offer for you to help Aoi and I carry this body to the morgue,” Her words were rushed as the sugar and her system began to take effect, and Undine was barely able to understand herself. “but then I thought that was a bit too forward and out of line to go, and then we had to leave so I just decided to leave you be.”


At the mere mention of a dead body, a shiver convulsed through Jayce’s entire body, his face transforming into a grimace along with it. “Uh… yeah,” was all he could think to say right away. “I don’t do dead bodies.” It was a real struggle for him to even say that much although he quickly took a bit of his ice cream and nodded to Undine. “Well, Undine, it was nice to meet you. I think I’m going to go sit and eat my ice cream now.” It was an abrupt way for him to end the conversation, a conversation which he now regretted having started in the first place although nothing could be done now.


Undine nodded giving a slight smile. “Yeah, most people don’t do corpses… I’ll see you around, Jayce.” She turned to leave but turned around with a sudden thought. “Also, sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I have a bad habit of blurting things out (slash acting out) without thinking.” She grinned once more and walked off to find her weapon.


Jayce watched her as she walked off, still grimacing at the way the conversation had quickly turned, before he walked over to a picnic table and sat down to eat his ice cream, deciding that trying to talk to anyone else could wind up going just as badly as that had gone.

 

[Lady Warlock]

Nadia Voltaren: School Nurse

Note: This post contains about a 30 minute time-skip in regards to the events going on in the dispensary.


Nadia Voltaren was finally able to take off her gloves after finishing up her work on Skyler, and in all reality, the wound looked a lot worse than it now was. With his entire abdomen wrapped in bandages, the nurse ensured that he had a warm blanket on prior to pushing the bed out of the operating room and back into the DWMA at last. She was quick to notice that Keane had finished up his work as well and she threw a gentle smile his way. “Thank you Keane,” she said to him briefly before turning her attention to the anxious girl sitting on the end of Deryn’s bed. Without a doubt, she would be Skyler’s meister.


“You must be Jessyka,” she stated simply. “Well, the operation was successful. He’ll no doubt have scarring for the rest of his life and he’ll need to stay here for at least a week for sure. He lost a lot of blood.” Her eyes fell briefly to the IV line that now ran into his left arm, already working on replacing as much fluid as could possibly be replaced. “You are, of course, welcome to sit with him and visit whenever you like,” Nadia added with a smile.


Without further delay, Nadia slid Skyler’s bed into position alongside the others and walked over to her desk, quickly recording Skyler’s vitals before opening up a new chart - Deryn’s. Snatching up her penlight and a bin with vital supplies, Nadia walked back over to Deryn’s bed and stood next to it for a moment. “You look exhausted, dear,” she commented, “although I unfortunately have to trouble you one final time before I can let you get some sleep.”


Tags: @AnnoDomini @The Succubi Queen @Violet Obsidian

 

[The Succubi Queen]

Deryn Nicole Renoir

Nickname:Hummingbird


Status: NEW


Classification: Meister


Partner: None


Mood: Anxious


Location: Dispensary


Interacting with: @Violet Obsidian (Jessyka) @Keanehandiam (Keane) @DaughterofAthena (Nadia)

Talking to JessykaDeryn didn't really know what to tell Jessyka. The poor girl's partner had gotten into a lot of trouble today, and Jessyka seemed to blame herself. What could Deryn, who'd literally been attacked by her newly assigned partner, say to this girl?


"I don't mean to patronize you or be condescending.." She began, not really sure where she intended to go with this, "But, there was something going on in that room- something rather ominous. I know I heard these voices- whispering all sorts of horrible things, about living without fear. The kind of things that ruin meisters and weapons." She took a deep breath, her voice finally beginning to recover from that chokehold. "But, in that lab, those things sounded beautiful. I'll admit, even I, who pride myself on my level head, was sorely tempted. The only problem here seems to be that Skyler lacks my resolve. You can't blame yourself because he wasn't strong enough to fight the madness alone." She didn't mention that the only thing that had kept her from heeding the voices and succumbing to madness herself had been Arthur's attacking her.


"I don't think it's fair for you to blame yourself. You did everything a Meister was supposed to do- I, on the other hand, abandoned my partner and let him succumb to whatever madness haunted that room. I'm sure he'll be fine. He had a strong partner there to keep him safe." She concluded, her own eyes locked on a blank spot in the wall as she tried to process all the days events. Her first mission, and she had left her partner, and it had bitten her in the butt, almost literally. Maybe she wasn't cut out for this Meister thing- she was already making stupid decisions.


About that time, that strange nursing assistant with the eerie eyes approached, breaking her train of thought. He was there to treat her cut, he said. She leaned her head forward, trying not to hiss at the sting of the peroxide. She was surprised, however, when the pain faded away, likely due to his soul wavelength. She grimaced slightly as the tight bandage was wrapped around her head, but she didn't complain. She had earned this. "Thank you. I had a feeling we would need to test for infection or something of the sort. Those walls were not clean." She said in a dry, sarcastic tone.Nadia Approaches Deryn turned with a smile towards Jessyka, once the Nurse had informed them of Skyler's state. "See, I told you- he'll be fine. His will to recover from madness seems a great deal more potent than his resistance to it. Shame that he'll be here a whole week, that sounds really, really boring. Even with a partner as energetic as you to check up on him." She was pretty sure she was being encouraging. "Now you can focus on helping him feel better, and I can stress about finding another partner- because I doubt Arthur and I will ever be able to fight together. The order of the world is restored, albeit with more scars."


When Nadia returned and repeated Keane's statement about needing more screening, Deryn gave a short sigh. "This means I don't get any ice cream, doesn't it?" She said with a wry tone. "They probably didn't have my favourite flavour anyways. So yeah, after whatever this screening is, I'm going home to sleep until tomorrow."


She gave one last final smile to Jessyka. "Nice sitting with you- hope your partner gets better."

 

[Hanarei]

Location: Ice Cream Social


Partner: None


Tagged: @Chara Angel of Death, @Violet Obsidian, @Pariah Stark

Aiko ventured into where the social was taking place with a look of frustration on her face. Her blue eyes fixated around giving a look over things. She let out a light sigh standing be her lonesome. Darn it... my whole plan fell through... someone like me should be out there showing them who is who! I'm the best-est around and all, it makes little sense for me to be stuck up in this place. It doesn't matter if I'm without a weapon... nnn... I hope she is alright... she didn't see... good... I wish I could of done more... I... I'm sure I could of done more... I... I just don't know what I could do...





The teen shifted her head up as she blinked back into reality. She looked as her hand ventured out to grab her hand, her hand quickly shifting away to avoid the chocolate ice cream. She looked uncertain at the girl as she tilted her head a bit to the side. The normally fast to react Aiko being rather puzzled by being 'attacked' by the messy girl. It left ample time as she watched the messy girl suddenly get ran into by the 'great Evening Star. Really, who is so self conceited like that? She thought to herself with no big of irony in her own thoughts.


She turned her head glancing over towards Ikeda ventured up to her. She looked back hearing his comment. She turned to face him as she tapped on her chin lightly. She had to admit she couldn't recall seeing him before... not that Aiko was very much to recognize people much at all unless they directly came up to her. She wasn't typically the type to go talk to someone, particularly a boy like him that seemed to be much less of the social type. She let out a light laugh, looking at him.


"No wonder, you do seem... fresh? Though there are plenty of other students who tend to be more the quiet type... meh poor choice of words, let me rework that." She spoke shrugging a bit looking at him. She leaned in closer, observing him, seeming to pick up on the fact he wasn't exactly a social butterfly like herself. She bent over a bit more as if observing a shorter person, having to look up a bit as she was already a few inches shorter then him to start with.


"You don't seem to be one who goes around talking to people too much... come to flirt with me?" She asked with a cute wink before she straightened back up. She couldn't help but return to her playful flirty side. She had far to much fun doing so with people. He seemed like an ideal target of her teasing.


"I have to admit it is quite cute! To think I'm beautiful enough to get someone like you to come up and approach me is flattering! I mean... I do know I got some good looks of course... even if it attracts some... less savory types..." She spoke glancing over to Akahana with a look of unease as the girl seemed to venture away a bit to talk with someone else after the brief exchange with the 'loudmouth' type.


"Ah, sorry sorry, I should be giving the chance for you to make your moves on me if its compliments or what not. I'm Aiko by the way, what might your name be?" She questioned him, moving a bit fast paced as she snapped back to her senses. It wasn't unusual for her to be extra talkative when she wasn't feeling her best. Talking with others often helped to get her mind of things.

 

[Ticci Toby Rogers]

Identification: King of Hearts


Partner: Hummingbird (discontinued)


Location: Medical Ward


Mood: Afraid

Arthur sat in the medical ward, glancing around anxiously, as He found himself in a room with more members of the female population than strictly necessary: Any at all. Sure he didn’t mind Deryn, but the girl sitting with her, with the bubblegum hair, and the nurse that had taken the injured weapon away, were not his people, and he didn’t want to be around them in such a close environment. They were relatively healthy, and able bodied, where Arthur was literally playing with the broken bones in his hand, out of sheer anxiety.


He complied begrudgingly with the boy tasked with fixing his hand, only because of his own in ability to do so. He laughed at the comments made on parts hurting, as he had felt far worse, and was, unfortunately, used to it. Arthur greeted pain like an old friend, and the numbing waves the boy sent out only provoked him. He was bearly able to contain himself as the boy finished, and his fear returned.


He watched Skylar get wheeled out and the other female come out, with a mix of anger and fear. He didn’t like the sterile environment, or the nurse in charge. He whimpered slightly as her assistant began bandaging his friend(as that’s what he considered Deryn at that point). Arthur didn’t like anything about this place. It was too sterile, too bright, it smelled of antiseptic, there were too many women, it was too much like a hospital, and it was just too much!


It was too much like the mental hospital where he met most of his people for him to stay any longer. He watched as his own blood dripped onto the pristine white floor of the room, and his own mind began to torment him even more. His people came to him in droves, urging him to leave the presumed dangerous place, and he listened. He stayed long enough to ensure his friend's safety, before standing up and running out of the room as fast as he could.

 

[Pariah Stark]

Codename: Discord


Partner: N/A


Classification: Weapon [NEW]


Location: Ice Cream Social Aera


Tagged: @Hanarei

Aaaaaaand, that was about it. Ikeda blushed hard. There was no radiation, no cheek puffing - it was an immediate transition to red, and nothing less than cherry red.

He didn't stammer to reply.


He didn't panic.


He froze.


...
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"Ikeda. Ikeda Matsumoto," he replied. His words were quick, his face was stone, and he was as frozen as he could get. Ikeda literally had no idea how to reply to that. Ikeda honestly wasn't really prepared to hold a normal conversation, let alone have her proclaim he was flirting. In front of such a big group! And, worst of all, she wasn't wrong; she was in fact cute. It wasn't something that Ikeda thought about earlier, but he was now hyper-aware that he was talking to a cute girl. And, she called him cute. He had absolutely no idea what to do.


Ikeda inhaled deeply for a moment. As much as he hated it, he began thinking, 'What would Misaki do?' Of course, the entire situation was different. This was a girl. What would his sister do if a girl hit on her? Ew. No, not what he wanted. What would Misaki do if a guy hit on and called her cute? EW! Still no. This was a moment where his sister was in no way a role model and he himself had no idea what to do. At the very best, he thought to himself, after what would be an admittedly long and awkward silence, was that Misaki would try to roll with it. She was a lot more bold and confident, at least around Ikeda. No reason he couldn't try it, right?


"Y-You're not... wrong?" Ikeda eventually replied, more of a question really. If had more wit about him, he would have tried to say she was right in that he was coming up to flirt with her. That was obviously not his intention, but if he acted like it was, maybe it would just pass? Or not. Ikeda really wasn't thinking things through.