Fandom Soul Eater

[A Skull on the Shelf]

"Huh. Sounds...confusing," Elam replied, still scanning Aiko with one eye. "I guess I'll have to see for myself."


An image of Sid flashed over his eyes and Elam shuddered instinctively, taking his eyes off Aiko for a brief moment and sliding slightly farther down in his seat. "That is, if I survive Sid's remedial lessons. Yesterday was all psychological torture, but by the end of today I can't help but get the feeling that I'll be little more than a stain on his boot." Sid certainly seemed like the enthusiastic educator he claimed to be, but Elam couldn't help but shy away from the blue-skinned zombie.


A sudden thought crossed his mind; if he and Aiko were official partners, would she be dragged into the remedials as well? Elam once more began scanning Aiko curiously. Her posture was perfect, back straight and eyes clear and focused. Aiko was, by all accounts, the picture perfect student: Elam, on the other hand, was slumped in his seat and there were no doubtedly bags under his eyes after having gone sleepless last night. We're so far apart that only a madman would think us partners at first glance, Elam thought pessimistically. What did she see that made her want to be partners in the first place? Hell, after everything I dragged her through yesterday it's a wonder she even acknowledges me anymore. Now that I think about it, that apology felt more like I was some sleazebag begging a friend to take him back in after screwing him over. But instead of spitting in my face and walking away as she should have, she got down and hugged- Elam could only pause and go wide-eyed as he began to comprehend what Aiko had done during his apology. He stared at Aiko for a second longer before quickly averting his eyes, his face burning and his hands nervously fiddling with his hoodie's drawstrings.


@The Velveteen Rabbit

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

Tucking a strand of snow white hair behind her ear, Aiko peeked out from underneath her lashes, looking up at Elam as he spoke of Sid and his remedial lessons after class. He seemed unenthusiastic about it, and his posture became more slouched against the back of his seat. She smiled, the delicate features littering her face becoming soft with reassurance.


"Sid can seem a bit scary at first, but he only wants what's best for his students. He's really a nice person once you get to know him more." Aiko told him, her voice calm and hopeful. She shifted slightly in her seat, so she was fully facing him now, instead of facing the front of the classroom.


"Besides, I'll be joining you for remedials today, since we're officially partners now. I've never had a remedial lesson before, so this should be interesting." Aiko seemed excited about it, and her smile showed it. However, her smile slowly began to fade away as she saw Elam's facial expression. She looked a bit worried for a moment, noticing the redness of Elam's face and how his dark gaze avoided hers. He even began tugging nervously at the drawstrings of his hoodie, only increasing her concern. Leaning forward, Aiko poked her head into his line of sight, meeting his eyes with her milky white ones.


"Is everything alright? Your face turned red all of a sudden and you look rather nervous." Aiko asked softly, her eyebrows furrowed with worry.


Perhaps I've said something to offend him? Although, I don't recall saying anything too bold. Could it be something else...?





@A Skull on the Shelf

 

[kitshi]

FREY BLOTT


Frey considered herself a monster, and everyone else did too. She was tormented daily in middle school for having extraordinary grades, and knowledge that far surpassed those of her age. She was ridiculed; for how could a shy, undetermined girl like her have such a perfect life, free from parents, worries and hardships? Was God unfair? She would just sit quietly at her desk, emotionlessly echoing the expressions of those around her. Aimlessly acting out the movements of everyday life. Monster. Monster. Monster. Monster. This mantra would fill the classroom.


And she loved it.


Monster to her was equivalent to interesting. She knew there was something wrong with her. Her heart, an empty abyss, not filled with anger, happiness, or sadness. She felt nothing.


And that is the way she wanted things to be.


At the same time, she showed signs of caring, loving, and almost fell back with a few hearty chuckles every now and then. She dismissed the possibility of her having emotions. She truly believed she had the ability to be a blank slate. Lying, she was too good at it. The raven hated when others lied, even though she continuously lies to herself. If she were to come to know this, she would just brush it off happily, knowing that she is now more special.


But then, things changed.


She was absentmindedly sipping her tea in a coffee shop nearby her home. Pondering what to buy her older brother for the holidays. She was never close to her parents, as they had divorced years earlier, leaving Frey, and her much older brother, Luuka to their own devices. The two siblings ended up living together, silently obeying as their mother moved to work overseas, and their father became an alcoholic.None of this bothered Frey. She was an impenetrable wall of armor. That's what she imagined herself to be.


Frey was whisked out of her thoughts as a girl the same height as her with shimmering russet eyes pulled out the chair in front of her and hastily plopped down onto the soft cushioning. Dark brown hair fell down into natural curls. The girl had a smaller, more petite body, but was still attractive. Her skin, which was a little darker than tan greatly contrasted against the maroon hoodie she was wearing. She wore black shorts, but in a half-assed attempt to be a little more 'modest' had two mismatching red and black thigh highs.


In comparison, Frey looked like a fashion disaster, wearing her usual grey sweater over a messy button up shirt, black pants a tad too short, which don't even bother cover her torn school shoes. Her long, raven hair, which curled up at odd angles was a little greasier than usual, (which she was becoming increasingly aware of) swooped jaggedly across both if her icy blue eyes.


They stared at each other for a moment.


"Hello! My name is Kaid Miriam Louliet the first! But everyone just calls me Kaid...Don't know why!"


"Why did you sit with me?" Frey asked, hesitantly.


"Because you look really boooooring!"


The conversation that followed was not the friendliest to say the least. Frey began to learn more about Kaid than she had ever intended to, as the girl furiously rambled on and on about how her father was a craftsman and made a locket for her that gives her determination, and how she had never met her mother. At first glance, the girl looked like an attention seeker who forces sob stories onto other people to get pity, but in reality this girl was just plain idiotic.


The stoic girl was faced with her polar opposite, an innocent, blunt, charming, blabber mouth girl who just didn't get messages.


There was one thing Frey knew for a fact.She didn't want to be boring.


Her meeting with Kaid unintentionally began a spiral of events. She wanted to be more like Kaid. She wanted to feel emotions, and smile and cry like everyone else. Frey began to practice, little by little, working year by year to build up not only a new personality, but a friendship with Kaid.


But one day, she got bored of the normal emotions like sadness and anger. She didn't want to be boring, so she would do anything to achieve it. Her attire changed to a dark cloak, that fell down to her hips, and red skinny jeans, underneath the clothing was thin metal armor, which was light but effective.


Over the years, smiles turned into smirks, laughter into maniac chuckles, intelligence into eloquence.


Kaid never seemed to notice the changes.


And neither did Frey.


Over the years Frey became an increasingly strong meister, and often dragged Kaid to practice with her, since she was her only friend.Kaid innocently agreed, excited to try out her new abilities as a sword. A beautiful, titanium sword encased in obsidian. Before, when Frey was emotionless, they were incompatible. But as Frey kept moving, changing, they were able to stay together for longer and longer until the two decided to work together at the DWMA.But the problem with a personality you built up yourself....Is one day it is all going to tumble down.


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Frey sat idly at her desk. The first few days of schooling were interesting. The second they had stepped onto campus, (Of course after climbing the monumentous stairs) Kaid bolted to the doors, creating everyone she could get her hands on. A few boys looked as if they were going to speak to Kaid, but Frey merely walked up to them and flashed her scare tactic at them, leaving them screaming obscenities about witches.


Frey, who had studied any tangible information on wavelengths found ways to manipulate and change the color them inside and outside of battle. When using her 'scare tactic' she would cover her eyes using the wavelengths to make them look demonic, pitch black with red pupils. She wasn't fond of other people, and especially not anyone in Kaid's little 'fanclub'.


Shuddering at the thought of Kaid ever being someone, she sat back anxiously at her desk.

 

[spacepossum]

Dustin Calhoun

~Meister~
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Dustin retained his frown for the most part, but had soon somewhat regained it as Kaitore appeared to be beaming with excitement with every answer he gave her. That was nice, at least. It made him happy knowing that he could make others happy. In mere seconds of him responding to said questions had Kaitore told him that he should have a partner, she said, telling him that it would be recommended even it is was only for practice? Dustin tilted his head in slight confusion as she then mentioned something about how learning how Meisters and Weapons interacted with each other was one of the prime practices of the DWMA, and he could not argue with that.


Then had she inquired whether or not the two of them should get a head-start on training.


Dustin blinked. Did she mean, together? He only assumed that to be the case. He would have asked, but Kaitore was already speaking again, explaining to him about how she was 'different from the rest' of the other weapons here at the academy, telling him that she was more technical than other swords. Even so, a sword was nice. He had experience with them, and they were somewhat easier to wield than other bladed weapons. But how could a sword be 'technical'? Dustin wondered. At least she asked for confirmation of her offer, rather than being completely assertive.


"Sounds great!" he smiled. "And yeah, I guess you're right. I just need some more practice with an actual human weapon." he told her, his original goofy and bright smile returning to his effeminate face. It was nice, however, that Kaitore at least cared for his feelings, telling him that she did not mind that he did not know too many advanced maneuvers. It did bother him a small bit that she had forced herself onto him, proclaiming them as partners, even though neither of them knew yet if they could even Resonate with the other. Maybe they were not fit out for the other as all, if their souls could not match to each other's wavelength for Dustin to even handle her in her Weapon form.


She then rambled on about her own skills, as well as what she could need practice in, then changing the subject to souls.


Kaitore professed to Dustin that Meisters eating souls did sound a little silly, but that there was stranger things that probably went on other than that for a pair. She then told him about something that she believed, that perhaps Meisters ate them as well at some point to grow with their Weapons. Dustin shrugged at the mention. "It's not your fault for the way you're born, Kai." He said with a kind and sincere smile as she had said to him that it felt like cheating that she was born with weapon capabilities. But when Kaitore told him that she was sure that he was also strong in his own way, he felt a warmth in his chest, and his smile brimmed from cheek to cheek.


And then the bell rang, right as Dustin had told his new partner not to feel so bad for the way that she was born. It was a nice way to finish off a conversation, he thought; to compliment a new friend as they would compliment you.


@Pinkalyn

 

[A Skull on the Shelf]

"Huh? O-oh, n-no, fine, everything's fine," Elam nervously stammered, eyes darting about the room in a desperate attempt to look at something, anything, other than Aiko, since every time he so much as glanced in her direction the knot in his stomach intensified. "Totally fine, nothing to worry about."


As he tended to do when nervous, Elam began talking, almost babbling, about the first thing that came to mind in order to change the subject. "S-so you've never had a remedial lesson before, huh? Well, I guess there's a first time for...oh." Elam sombered slightly upon realizing what he was saying.


Aiko was, by all accounts, a model student; attentive, hardworking, and smart with a great record, and Elam had doomed her to fall from that height the minute he asked to be her official partner. He knew Aiko probably wouldn't care all too much, especially considering she seemed excited about it, but even if she did she'd probably hide it from him. That didn't stop Elam from feeling like he had let her down in some way, however. The redness in his face slowly began receding. "I...Sorry for dragging you into all this, Aiko. I should've warned you beforehand that I really don't know how to do much of anything aside from transforming, but I didn't and look what happened." Elam let out a short, cynical huff before resting his head and arms on the desk in front of him. "I wonder how quickly word will get around that the school prodigy got dragged into remedials because of the incompetency of the weapon that begged to be her partner." Elam hadn't meant to say that last sentence aloud, but he paid it no heed; his mind was elsewhere, a thousand scenarios playing out in his head.


@The Velveteen Rabbit

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

It seemed the moment Elam spoke, his words turned into a nervous mess, and he began rambling on and on. Until finally he stopped himself, realizing what he was saying. His reaction to Aiko's question had not lessened her concern at all, and worry continued to swarm her facial expression; brows furrowed and lips pursed slightly. She shifted herself away from him, but kept her eyes on him, listening intently.


"I...Sorry for dragging you into all this, Aiko. I should've warned you beforehand that I really don't know how to do much of anything aside from transforming, but I didn't and look what happened."


Aiko continued to sit quietly, trying hard not to interrupt him as he spoke. She had a feeling she knew where this was going. His next words, however, caught her by immediate surprise. Perhaps he hadn't meant to say it aloud, but it had been said, and her concern peaked upon hearing it. Yet, her expression was calm; sympathetic even.


"You blame yourself too much for things that are out of your control..." Aiko murmured to him, her voice soft. She leaned forward, resting her arms and head on the desk, mimicking the position he was in. She side glanced towards him, a warm smile on her face.


"I don't see remedials as a burden. If anything, I'm happy we're going into remedials together. As long as you're there with me, I couldn't be happier." Aiko told him quietly. She tilted her head to the side, staring towards his general direction.


"Besides, we're a team now. We look out for each from now on. Your worries become my worries, and vice versa." She laughed softly, her smile bright and affectionate.


"So don't worry so much about what others might think... Nothing good comes from it." Aiko said to him lightly, hoping her words pulled him from his thoughts.

 

[kitshi]

FREY BLOTT

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Frey sighed wearily once she heard the bell, but once students began to litter the classroom, she put her mask on.


Her mask, an sheild of biting remarks, smirks and gracefulness that can match no other. It hides what she really feels. She never considered it a mask, though. Merely a defence mechanism.


Kaid bounced up to her table, eyes shimmering. "I talked to soooo many people right now! One of them was like 'hello' and another was like 'hi'-"





Frey blocked out her weapon's voice in her mind, pondering why she was still on about this. It had been days - no - weeks since they had gotten there, and Kaid was still running around talking to everyone like they were new. It didn't make sense.


Oh well.


She waited patiently as everyone milled about the classroom.





@PlaguedWithInsanity

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[Kishune]

War

"I'm going to be the best partner I can, and No One's going to stop me~!"

Where: DWMA: Class

With: Allison, redhead student (Issac) & ther students

Thoughts: When will class start...?



War looked at Allison as she asked about there actually being a rule to have supervised fights. “Yeah, but I wouldn’t be saying fights are that common though they do happen quite a bit. And the rule to allow the fighting under supervision is for multiple reasons. It’s to prepare the two for extracurricular lesson/missions, help build a bond between partners and well keep the students safe…or at least alive.” He explained to her. He then heard the red head talk about monks in movies and locked him out as he yawned boredly…not to the red head as he talked of movies specifically anyways, but in general. ‘I wonder when class will start…’ thought as h then looked around. He then heard shriek of another new student with orange hair. He looked to see a new weapon had used her transformation to pat his shoulder and it seemed to spook him for a second. ‘Chains huh…?’ He thought as he watched and over heard them for a bit.

After they seemed to talk a bit basically across the room, the weapon girl vaulted over to the orange head boy as to not have to talk across the room any more. As War listened in out of curiosity he was even surprised by her bombardment of questions. Some of which had War realized that he should ask of Allison, while some he knew but wasn’t exactly sure of, such as her goal of a meister. Her skills he needed to know but he also knew she needed to develop them for the most part. He knew she wasn’t specialized in weapons or fighting actually as she said such. She hasn’t resonated with another yet. As for the more generic questions about Meiters being strong or just being strong to be accepted in the DWMA, it was a bit of both, and War knew it was the weapons that eats the souls…the reason why they threaten them turning Kishin though…was unknown to him though…But he like to know what a soul taste like though. He always had a thought as it seemed delectable to him in some way. War started to drool a bit as he thought about it but soon snapped out of it and wiped the drool off his chin. Eating a soul does make one powerful to an extent but eating a soul of a witch, or a strong soul give strength more than one normal soul. This is what he learned as a NOT student…but mainly through his own studies. He also learned that it’s easier to enter DWMA if you’re a weapon because they have special training for weapons to help them control their transformations and that they could prove useful for the cause of the DWMA.

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@Genon @Leo Radomir

 

[A Skull on the Shelf]

"I don't see remedials as a burden. If anything, I'm happy we're going into remedials together. As long as you're there with me, I couldn't be happier."


In an instant the redness to Elam's face returned, as if a flood gate had burst open after being forced closed. His face beet red, Elam instinctively reached up and began tugging on his hood, desperately trying to hide himself. Though he continued to listen to Aiko and continued to register her words, his mind had gone completely blank, his body reacting on its own and his reasoning completely incapable of comprehending what she had said. Over the course of his teenage years, several people had reached out to him and said that they were happy to have him, similar to what Aiko was saying now, but never once had it affected him in such a drastic fashion. He was entirely at a loss on how to respond, eyes darting about the room at rather high speeds.


Yeah, sorry, I don't usually care so much but I've been off since arriving at the academy is what Elam meant to say, but all he managed to get out was a stuttered mumbling of "I won't, sorry." Desperately attempting to get his thoughts back under control, Elam's hands moved from his hood to his arms, scratching vigorously. Okay, don't freak out, don't freak out, everything's fine, totally fine, she didn't mean anything by it, she's just glad to have a partner after all this time, she's only known you for two days, she doesn't mean anything by it, she doesn't mean anything by it, oh god is this actually happening do I of all people actually have a crush and on a girl I've only known for two days that can't be it but what else could it be Lord Death please just take my soul now-





In a drastic move, Elam raised his head and slammed it into the desk, spots exploding in his eyes. His head slowly came back up, swaying slightly from the wave of dizziness that hit him, then gave it a quick, vigorous shake as the dizziness passed. He continued this odd scene by taking several deep breaths which were shaky at first, but slowly became more steady as he continued. I am calm. I am composed. I am in control. There is nothing to worry about.





Realizing that that whole routine might have confused Aiko, Elam turned his head to look at her, forcing himself to maintain eye contact despite lingering embarrassment. "...I apologize for making you see all that. I promise I'm fine, I just...don't get told things like that that often. I promise I won't let what others think matter that much, I normally don't pay it so much heed. I'm...used, I guess, to being left to my own devices so these last few days have been...how do I phrase this...a bit of a system shock, or something. I'll, uh, try not to freak like that again. Sorry."


@The Velveteen Rabbit

 

[The Chronicler Croi]

Básanna



"Why must I dress as a student? Are you sure I have to wear this


Maka? It's tight, it's binding, it's suffocating my skin. This button wants to free itself" she points at her chest then pulls on the shirt collar. "And is the tether necessary? I'm not going to run. I swore my soul to Lord Death and his cause I'm not gonna turn tail and run."


"Yeah literally" Soul chuckled and received a smack upside the head from Maka "Hey I'm tethered to her, I would like to know how we all decided that. Shouldn't she something like her....." Soul stopped seeing the hurt look on on Básanna's slender face but not in enough time to avoid a death chop from Maka


"Maka seriously. Could ya hit any harder?" Soul is promptly smacked upside the head by something other than Maka ' s hand.


"Bwahahahahaha, she just smacked you with the spade of her tail, her tail" Maka said unable to contain herself " I'm sorry Básanna......" *takes a deep breath* "Death said you try to cover up a bit if you can. Until we know more about you and what's going on." Maka explained " He said keep your armor on underneath if it makes you feel better. It's more to hide some of your ownership marks from anyone on the inside that may be a snitch." Maka pauses for a moment trying to think of how to explain how Dr. Stein and Lord Death thought it best she take some classes to help with her temper triggers. That like they had spoken before she would attend EAT classes, but first they would see if she being both a Meister and weapon may be able to partner with one of the that had been moved down to the NOT class.


"This outfit won't last not until Dr. Stein gets that allergy serum done. One big sneeze and umm I'll be pinned to a wall. Do you know the hand signals for help cause if you couldn't tell I can't yell...hope for low dust or best to not walk or stand behind me." Básanna warned in her airy whisper


"Your kidding right someone like you affected by something like dust? Something microbic? " Soul chuckled "LOL I'm gonna remember that." Básanna glares at him. "Ohhhhhhhh you kind of look hot when your mad Básanna"


"Little sneezes are ok but if you see one of those big sneezes on the attack get a ladder. Can't I just hide out with you guys at the house till its ready?"


"No we we have class too, well now we get to attend with you." Maka reasoned. She reaches into the closet and grabs a floor length duster for Básanna "Here let's get going. We can get there early and get seats in the far back by the deep windows the third level is deep enough to sit in you can kind of hang out and check out the outside... I know you want to go outside but it will have to wait till lunch ok." Básanna nods as she puts on the jacket and follows Soul and Maka as they lead her out and down the hall.


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Básanna sat in the window as she waited on the students to filter in. She felt odd with the hood up and all the added clothing. Maka had been right how the room was designed this corner did give Básanna a rather excellent vantage point of the door, the teacher and the outside which she greatly enjoyed viewing.


There were a few from the EAT class she was still older or as old as most of these students.. She was beginning to get ancy the noise level was loud compared to her room in the dungeon. She noticed the compatible pairs as she felt out the souls around her.. Smiling a little she sat up more to get a better view of those down by the front . She saw a couple red heads a pale blond it was a rainbow of hair and smells and sounds. So this was school. OK so not terribly bad. She contemplated getting down from the sill and began to stand to hop down. She starts to climb down, Soul dusts himself off right into Básanna's face she looks up at him with that you idiot expression on her face. It is then that the tingle of the sneeze starts to attack . She tries to hold it in but it's just too strong. Básanna pulls back and sneezes a great sneeze


"AAAAAAHHHHHHHCHOOOOOO!!!!!!"


she flies across the classroom spikes shooting out of her spine and anchoring her to the wall. Soul isn't far behind dragged by the tether and pinned by her tail which split into 5 sections and pinned him down with the sneeze. Básanna sighs as she hangs there for a moment sheepishly looking at Maka pleading to her silently to just get someone to assist. What a great way to start a new life?


"Damn it" Básanna chokes out in a loud whisper when she sees Soul. She wriggle a little trying to pull herself out of the wall.. "umm yeah might need a tad help" let's out a big sigh wishing even more she could have stayed down in the cell downstairs or at Soul and Maka's.


"MAKA A stop laughing and get me out of this!!!!!" Soul yelled


@PlaguedWithInsanity (Maka )

 

[kitshi]

Frey choked. The people at this school were nuts! She must have been the only sensible one there.


Papers fluttered through the air as other students, some looking bored like this happened everyday, and others going nuts.


"That looked really really fun! Can you sneeze like that, Frey?!" Kaid hopped up out of her seat.


"Unfortunately not."


@PlaguedWithInsanity

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

"Elam?-"


Aiko began to say, noticing he became quiet all of a sudden. She tilted herself forward, seeing the side of Elam's face and how it was redder than a tomato. Aiko prepared to open her mouth, about to say something out of concern. However, the sound of Elam slamming his head against the desk interrupted her. She winced slightly at the sound and leaned backwards, her worry beginning to grow in an instant. Aiko's immediate reaction was to comfort him, and she outstretched her hand to place it on his back. But her hand retreated quickly, settling back into her lap, afraid to upset him any further.


What was it I said that upset him? She found herself wondering, looking down at her lap for a moment.


Elam began to breathe heavily, trying to calm himself from whatever had upset him. Her gaze returned to the side of his face upon hearing the heavy breaths he exhaled. During the whole scene, Aiko watched him, a mixture of concern and confusion shining brightly in her frosted eyes. She felt extreme guilt for causing him such discomfort, except she didn't show it, and instead stowed it away.


When Elam turned to look at her, his face was no longer red, and only a small fragment of embarrassment showed in his expression. She continued to stare worriedly towards him, unable to speak.


"...I apologize for making you see all that. I promise I'm fine, I just...don't get told things like that that often. I promise I won't let what others think matter that much, I normally don't pay it so much heed. I'm...used, I guess, to being left to my own devices so these last few days have been...how do I phrase this...a bit of a system shock, or something. I'll, uh, try not to freak like that again. Sorry."


Her gaze immediately softened at his words, completely relieved. She let out a sigh and relaxed her body, slumping slightly into her chair.

"You scared me..." She whispered quietly, placing a hand over her chest. Aiko shook her head, beginning to smile and straightening her back. Her tenseness disappeared in seconds, as if it was never there in the first place. She looked back towards him, meeting his gaze.


"It's okay, Elam. You don't have to apologize. I understand... I may have said a bit too much anyways." Aiko laughed sheepishly, smiling from ear to ear.


I finally understand... I embarrassed him. But, why would that embarrass him? Especially so much? I may never know...





@A Skull on the Shelf

 

[Pinkalyn]

CROSS

Cross sat with his feet up on top of the desk, eyes closed and body relaxed. Leaning back in his chair so far that he seemed likely to fall over at any moment. He didn't seem like he cared whether or not he was in class, and unlike most of the people running about this day, he seemed to be the least interested in going out of his way to interact with anyone.


Yet, even as he was trying his hardest to seem detached he was still acutely aware of everything being discussed around him. Trying to pick up information he would be able to use later, while under his desk a set of Puppet Strings has been attached to a pencil, which is furiously recording each word. Everything was potential leverage, a weapon to later be used against those who might upset or annoy him. There was no short supply of such people, of course. Given the rumors around the school about the boy who destroys souls on touch, he was in no short supply of enemies recently.


So when Kaid passed by so close, offering him a greeting, he was surprised by how genuine she seemed to be about it. He didn't let this shock show in any way, being so in control of his own body movements as he was, except in that his pencil beneath the desk stopped in place momentarily, creating a gap in his information. With his one free hand he gave a weak wave to Kaid, a lazy and aloof attempt to match his lazy and aloof appearance. He hoped that the casual and dismissive manner of it would be enough to satisfy her interest while also pushing her away.


And for the moment, at least, it seemed to be working.


@kitshi

 

[kitshi]

Kaid gasped, hopping up and down excitedly. "You are the first person reply back to me! Hip-hip hooray!"


Mind spinning, she reeled back attempting to regain her stance after she twirled around. "Would you like to be my friend?" Kaid asked, as she jumped up onto his desk, which caught the attention of Frey. The raven stood up smoothly, and walked over to the two. The slightly perturbed and possibly constipated Cross sat back in his chair, slightly wide eyed. Frey, who had memorized the class list knew immediately who the male was. Unfortunately, she only knew his name, which angered her. The blue eyed girl loved getting her hands on information, as it was like a life line to her. Ever since she was young, memorizing and learning was her strong point. Before she could flash her 'scare tactic' (aka true eyes) at the mysterious boy, she was glomped by her weapon.


"This here is my meister! Saaay hello Frey!"


"If you lay a finger on Kaid I will skin you alive."


Frey stood tall, a smirk crossing her features. "Anyway, how did someone like you get into a school like this?" She began, tapping her fingers on the table. "You do know dolls are for little girls, right?"


The raven had already noticed that they were similar, after noticing the information he had been writing down. So he likes blackmail too. She wondered if the two could ever possibly be friends, but threw the idea away as immediately as it came. Frey was born to be totally alone. Besides Kaid, (who she could never really confide with) she had no one. She built her life around deception and power, if she were to make friends, she wouldn't come out on top. That was just the way things were. If someone were to ask her if she was lonely, she would have laughed in their face. I am a materialistic liar with a power complex. Someone like her was not supposed to be lonely, she decided.


But there was always a little piece inside of her, trying to tell her that what she is doing is wrong. She hated that piece, and would do anything to destroy it. The piece knows she is lying to herself. The piece knows there is a price to pay for all of this hatred and deception.


Frey's heart dropped to the pits of her stomach. She needed to have someone besides Kaid. If she were to die, no one but Kaid would remember her. It was a scary thought. Masking the pain that had just stabbed her in two with a grin, she moved back. The raven looked down at the boy, denying the slight warmth that spread through her body. She wanted to get to know him better, because they were so alike..


Because they were both manipulative.


Because they were both monsters.


Because Frey only does things for her own good.


@Pinkalyn

 

[The Chronicler Croi]

Tsubaki's Return


Tsubaki had been back only moments before Lord Death had handed her a small bottle of medicine and requested she go join Maka in NOT class and send Soul back if to EAT he wished. She was walking leisurely down the hall when she heard the crashing noise, the sound of splintering wood, cracking stone and ripping metal echoed in the hallway. She quickens her pace and is soon in the class room were here ears a greeted by the sounds of Maka laughing.


"What in the world, my guess is your Básanna?" Tsubaki questioned. Básanna nodded " I got some of your allergy medicine for you." Tsubaki replied with a comforting smile. "Is that what caused this?" Básanna nodded again and wriggled a little starting to try to move her feet under her. "What is the best way to help?"


"Umm could you help me unhook my tail? " Básanna whispered blushing. "I should be able to take it after that. There is a tendon on the left side of each claw gently put pressure on the point an it will relax even with me tense. This is so embarrassing. What a great first impression." Básanna explained this not being her first allergy rodeo. She watches as Tsubaki gets Soul loose before pulling her tail up wrapping it around a nearby beam and pulling herself free. Brushes herself off "can I go hide in some dark corner?"


"Sorry hun no, why dont you go sit over there. We'll be there in a minute" Tsubaki nods over to the far row on the far side of the room and giggles when she sees Básanna holding up the tether cord piece that had her tied to Soul in case she decided to flee. Tsubaki points over at Básanna "Those aren't supposed to break or be cut by known weapons " Maka shrugs.


Básanna makes her way over to where Tsubaki had motioned for her to sit. She takes a seat next to the younger red haired gentlemen she had heard speaking of movies earlier Issac. She felt his name was. She straightened her clothing while waiting feeling his irritability. He had and impatient look on his face Básanna was torn between asking him what was wrong and if she should just give up with socialization for the day. She took a deep breath and stared at her desk.


@Stamper (Blackstar)


If I forgot anyone slap me

 

[Leo Radomir]

Issac glanced to the side and saw a new girl sighed and pushed his bad mood aside calmed down like nothing had happened after all with two women right there it would make him look like a mega dick even though he really hates guys like war.


After a minute or so he then said" You probably know my name after all according to some i'm a crazed dog not that i really care at this stage new kids often go through this kinda crap". He paused for a minute or so then said" You have a strange aura i'm not completely what to make of you but i'm curious so what should i call then".


'I might of said a bit to much over all not that really matters i never expected to get on with many of my senpai's or my class mates no point in building a bond that shatters like cheap glass is there'


'Is this women able to provide me with the strength i seek i hope so being in this darkness on me own is bloody annoying'.





@Kai Veli

 

[The Chronicler Croi]

"After a minute or so he then said" You probably know my name after all according to some I'm a crazed dog not that i really care at this stage new kids often go through this kinda crap". He paused for a minute or so then said" You have a strange aura i'm not completely what to make of you but I'm curious so what should I call then".

Básanna looks up at him with her amethyst and sunset eyes from under her thick eyelashes "I am Básanna no child an agent of Lord Death am I . I am a Miester Weapon Hybrid. I at one time had a partner." She answers and looks away for a moment blinking back a tear and swallowing. " I don't no more, he did not make it out" smiles at mention of aura and feels a tingle up her spine. She hears a creaking and cracking noise brushes it off.

"Is this women able to provide me with the strength i seek i hope so being in this darkness on me own is bloody annoying." He thought

~"Only time may answer that young weapon, possibly we are each others light"~ Básanna answered interrupting his thoughts immediately feeling guilty for entering his mind, her face flushing with embarrassment.


"Oh sorry that was rude I didn't mean to do that I... " she apologizes rubbing her throat she had never spoken this much that she could remember. Her injured vocal cords were threatening to tell her to take a hike. She coughed and her eyes went wide as she watched her tail start to slowly to slide up and onto Issac ' s shoulder and gently pat him. She wanted to die she swore it was like the thing had a mind of its own lately, literally. She got redder as its spade tip comfortingly patted his shoulder.


"Sorry" she breathed reaching out and grabbing hold of the spade of her tail and trying to hide it in her lap. Yeah like no one could have seen what happened earlier. She started to hear a creaking and cracking sound again.


"It looks as if your tail has a mind of it's own." Tsubaki states as she sits down next to Básanna. She reaches in her pocket and grabs the bottle of allergy medicine and hands it to Básanna.


Básanna grabs the bottle, opens it and takes a quick swig and make a face "Blech, what does Stein use for a binding agent ?" she caps it and stuffs it into one of the many pockets of her new leather trench.


"I'm not sure.. and with Stein I'm not sure if you'll want to know either." Tsubaki answers then looks forward waiting for the teacher to start.


Básanna turns back to Issac "I'm sorry I didn't mean to enter your mind it was rude of me. It has become second nature since my vocal cords were damaged years ago and well longer than that being where I was held."


Tsubaki heard Básanna start to explain "She will have to explain more later Issac this is a matter that needs kept quiet right now. Can you do that for us?.. for her? Some serious people might come looking for her. Her presence should be kept as quiet as possible do you understand? No one else should know of these details except a select few"


@Leo Radomir

 

[Pinkalyn]

CROSS

A weapon on his desk in the middle of class when school would be starting any moment. A twirling weapon without any apparent care in the world, who was actively making a spectacle both out of him and of herself. At first the shock caused him to lose focus on his threads, his pencil clattering to the floor, and his entire body tensed up so that he could spring away if needed. He was already analyzing every angle of the situation.


'Nobody would be foolish enough to initiate a real attack in the middle of the room. Not when the teacher is already up front and ready to begin. This isn't combat." his muscles relaxed and his hands came to rest on his chest, fingers folded together. Frey was approaching. Meister. Calm, collected. Something off about her, to be sure, but he hadn't been able to pick up as many details about her as he would have liked. It showed in how poorly he'd handled the situation with Kaid. Any reaction at all was a mistake, but it was too late to correct that, and now she was upon them.


Kaid introduced her Meister, who seemed to be preparing something before becoming engulfed by the over-active weapon. Cross could almost swear he'd seen a look in her eye, something.. unusual.. but it was fleeting and if it were anything to be recorded, it would have to wait until he had more information. So began the game. Her first statement to him was a blatant threat. Though the image passed briefly through his head, an unpleasant thought to be sure, he didn't show physical response to the idea. This was not so much the case for the taunt that followed, though.


She knew about him. She knew enough about him that her snide remark dug deep under his skin and produced the slightest of twitches beneath his right eye, where his muscles were beginning to lose control. The passive line that made up his lips curled down slightly, and to the perceptive such as Frey, it would be apparent that the fact he remained in his 'relaxed' position of leaning a chair back on two legs meant it was a forced position, one he had purposely set himself into, and was now forcing himself to maintain.


"I see the party's come to me, today." he told Frey in the calmest of tones, so softly that his lips didn't seem to move when he spoke, "You know, if she treats all of your friends like this, it's no wonder you're on the hunt for new ones." he directed this comment to Kaid, "I don't suppose either of you have actual business with me, do you?" he finished by speaking to both, his fingers tightening against each other. It was rare but not unheard of for students to approach Cross for a certain type of assistance, but he knew these two weren't here for that. Instead, this was a simple ploy to see how much they would play into his hand, and how much he'd have to give to stay in control. Just another information gathering tactic.


'If this is their way of testing my strength as a Meister, then I can use it to gather information about their own strengths and weaknesses. She knows a considerable amount about me to know about my family, though. If she has some sort of grudge against the Callahan family name, she might try to take it out on me. At the very least she seems eager to antagonize me. I'll let her keep the lead for now. See where she wants to take this."


@kitshi

 

[kitshi]

Kaid looked nervous. All she wanted to do was make some friends, but this turned out to be an internal brawl between her meister and the boy. She teared up slightly at Cross's comment at Frey. She knew Frey had issues, but she thought of the other as her own self, like they were one mind and body. Her face became void of emotions, as she stepped back, putting her hand on Frey for support. Frey, she could tell was obviously shocked by his comment, but she hid it under a calculating gaze. Kaid was the only one who could really read her.


She remembered a time long ago.


"Do you want to be my friend?" Kaid asked a group of girls who had been sitting at the back of the room. The girls just turned away and ignored her. Kaid didn't get the message and spoke again. "You must be deaf! I asked if you wanted to be my friends."


The girls looked at her, offended, but said nothing. Kaid stood back confused and turned towards the other students, who had all been silent. She then asked again to the other girls and boys huddled near the other side of the room. "Do you guys want to be my friends? We can share our lunches and talk about homework and stuff."


"Isn't that the girl who insulted Dieanna?"


"I heard she is so stupid, she can't even hold a regular conversation with someone."


"She called my mom a horrible cook."


"I think her personality is fake."


The children mumbled to eachother, but not speaking to her directly. Kaid had heard all of their gossip, but thought nothing of it, and smiled. Her grin broke when a younger boy with coal hair stepped in front of the crowd. Kaid remembered him, and instantly smiled, grabbing his hands and twirling around.


"Jake! Do you want to be-"


He cut her off, pushing her away."I think you are absolutely disgusting, going around hunting for friends! No one likes you, just give up! If we really wanted to be your friend we would have told you! I have seen how you treat other people, so just go away!"





"You know, if she treats all of your friends like this, it's no wonder you're on the hunt for new ones."


"You know, if she treats all of your friends like this, it's no wonder you're on the hunt for new ones."


The words that slipped from Cross's lips, although meant for Frey, reminded her of the harrowing memory she kept locked in a box. Mean, kind, hateful, nice, sarcastic, imploring. It didn't matter to Kaid. No one deserved to be alone. She took this personally, cursing the gods that she would never remember the day.


When Cross had actually responded to her hello, she had been so happy in that moment.


"You are the first person to reply back to me! Hip-hip hooray!"





"You were the first person to ever reply back to me."


Kaid decided to change her approach after seeing the raven girl in the coffee shop all those years ago. After crying for hours at the back of the shop, which the owner had lent her years back, she emerged. There Frey was, sipping her tea. Kaid wiped away her tears, and decided.


"I'm going to try...One last time."


She raised a hand to her face, not realizing she had been crying the entire time. Frey, who's mask had dropped long ago moved forward, and with a small dagger concealed in her jacket, she hopped onto the desk. Her eyes reflecting a sickly black, pupils small and blood red. Hatred brimming her heart.


Frey thought they could be friends.


Frey thought that Kaid would have someone else too.


Although manipulative, she had a soft spot for Kaid. She knew Cross was trying to gather information, and she was never going to let him have it. In that moment she looked like the devil, as if flames erupted in her eyes she turned, with a wide smile on her face. Kaid was in no position to fight, but she wouldn't have a problem fighting one on one with the meister.


All she saw was red.


@Pinkalyn

 

[Genon]

@Genon[/URL] @Kishune

Allison would have cared what this kid was saying if he wasn't basing actual fighting advice on kung-fu movies. Kung-fu movies had a grain of truth to them, she had seen segments on them on MythBusters, but they were works of fiction designed for entertainment, not martial-arts manuals. Allison sighed and said, "Movies aren't martial-arts manuals. That won't help me." Then she turned to War to listen to his comment.

War

"I'm going to be the best partner I can, and No One's going to stop me~!"

Where: DWMA: Class

With: Allison, redhead student (Issac) & ther students

Thoughts: When will class start...?

War looked at Allison as she asked about there actually being a rule to have supervised fights. “Yeah, but I wouldn’t be saying fights are that common though they do happen quite a bit. And the rule to allow the fighting under supervision is for multiple reasons. It’s to prepare the two for extracurricular lesson/missions, help build a bond between partners and well keep the students safe…or at least alive.” He explained to her. He then heard the red head talk about monks in movies and locked him out as he yawned boredly…not to the red head as he talked of movies specifically anyways, but in general. ‘I wonder when class will start…’ thought as h then looked around. He then heard shriek of another new student with orange hair. He looked to see a new weapon had used her transformation to pat his shoulder and it seemed to spook him for a second. ‘Chains huh…?’ He thought as he watched and over heard them for a bit.

After they seemed to talk a bit basically across the room, the weapon girl vaulted over to the orange head boy as to not have to talk across the room any more. As War listened in out of curiosity he was even surprised by her bombardment of questions. Some of which had War realized that he should ask of Allison, while some he knew but wasn’t exactly sure of, such as her goal of a meister. Her skills he needed to know but he also knew she needed to develop them for the most part. He knew she wasn’t specialized in weapons or fighting actually as she said such. She hasn’t resonated with another yet. As for the more generic questions about Meiters being strong or just being strong to be accepted in the DWMA, it was a bit of both, and War knew it was the weapons that eats the souls…the reason why they threaten them turning Kishin though…was unknown to him though…But he like to know what a soul taste like though. He always had a thought as it seemed delectable to him in some way. War started to drool a bit as he thought about it but soon snapped out of it and wiped the drool off his chin. Eating a soul does make one powerful to an extent but eating a soul of a witch, or a strong soul give strength more than one normal soul. This is what he learned as a NOT student…but mainly through his own studies. He also learned that it’s easier to enter DWMA if you’re a weapon because they have special training for weapons to help them control their transformations and that they could prove useful for the cause of the DWMA.

@Genon @Leo Radomir
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[The Velveteen Rabbit]

3, 2, 1...


The bell rang out loudly throughout the entire school, alerting students and teachers alike that class had officially begun. At the front of the room stood professor Sakura, clasping her hands together and walking slightly forward after the bell rung. Her white hair fell down in soft waves down her back, like a frozen waterfall covered in a thin layer of snow. She motioned for any standing students to find a seat with a wave of her hand, directing towards any empty seats she saw. With a bright smile, she scanned the room.


"Good morning, class. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Sakura Takahashi, one of the Death Scythes here at the DWMA. I'll be teaching the N.O.T class until your graduation into the E.A.T class." She directed this introduction to the newer students, smiling brightly towards the faces she did not recognize from the day before. Sakura took a few steps towards her desk, but never turned her back to the class, continuing to face them.


"I have some exciting news regarding the entrance exams. They have all been officially graded, and it looks like we have quite a large number of students who have passed this year." She explained, scooping up a stack of graded entrance exam papers from off her desk and beginning to hand them out individually. The room erupted into excited whispers at her words, and students eagerly awaited their tests. Once Sakura had passed them all out, the excited whispering turned into quiet groans of disappointment. Aiko glanced over at Elam's paper, and then smiled widely upon seeing his score.


"See, I told you you'd pass." She whispered to him, winking.


Sakura returned to the front of the room, waiting for everyone to quiet down. As soon as the classroom became filled with silence, the professor began speaking.


"For those of you who've passed, your next test awaits. You will be assigned a special mission that will test your strength, endurance, and more importantly, the bond you and your partner have with each other. Remember that only two teams are allowed on missions at a time." Sakura smiled, glancing over to Aiko and Elam, and then to Dante and Kurumi.


"Aiko, Elam, Dante, and Kurumi-- You are to report to Lord Death after class." She informed them quickly, before beginning to move on.


"For those of you who are new and have not taken the entrance exam, see me after class tomorrow. You'll be able to take the test then."


Sakura swiveled around, walking towards the rather large chalkboard near the front of the room. She stopped beside it, turning back towards the class with her hands clasped behind her back.


"Now, our lesson for the day is about Soul Resonance. Can anyone explain what Soul Resonance is?" Sakura asked the class, glancing around expectantly for a show of hands.

Spoiler

@Everyone

 

[One Mean Ghost]

Dante was forced to cut his conversation with Kurumi short as Sakura announced the start of class and the exams were handed back to those who took them. He wasn't shocked to know Kurumi had passed... They'd be taking their EAT test sooner than expected though... He flashed a smile over at her, reassuring her that they would get through this, just like they got through the fight with Death the Kid... And then came the question....


Can anyone explain what Soul Resonance is?





Of course Dante knew. Hell, Resonance was sort of his specialty. His soul was, as some put it, in a constant state of self-resonance. It was incredibly rare, so much so that Dante made it a point to avoid Dr. Stein to avoid becoming a test subject. More importantly, Dante's soul automatically would resonate with anyone who wore him, at least to some degree. How much of a degree depended on what level he chose to Amp to.


You see, when Dante is worn by a Meister, his room inside of himself includes a DJ's table. In the middle of the aforementioned table is a dial that allows him to control how much resonance power he feeds into his Meister. This power was fed to the Meister in the form of music. But his abilities didn't stop there. His special Amplifying Wavelength could also boost the power of those around him. But how much he could boost them to was dependent upon a few factors.


For his own Meister, how high he could boost them depended on how adjusted their body was to the power. As such, he needed to gradually get Kurumi accustomed to the power, or it could be dangerous, if not fatal...


For others, how high he could boost them depended on their resonance with each other. If a Meister and Weapon could not resonate on their own, he could Amplify them to perhaps a 2-3 on his dial. If they could achieve some resonance, that level would rise to 4-7, depending on the level of resonance the two had. If they could achieve near perfect resonance, the max they could take would rise again to 8-9. If they could achieve a rare perfect resonance, then and only then could he safely Amp them to 10.


Of course, this power had drawbacks. If he, for instance, attempted to Amplify someone more than they could take, it would tear them apart from the inside out. Further, it only worked with a Meister and Weapon pair as far as he could tell. The power would be channeled between the two to keep it from destroying the Meister in question. As such, he had to be very careful with his ability, as it could unintentionally be incredibly harmful to those he wanted to protect...


Dante raised his hand, from his seat in the back of the class, waiting for acknowledgement before standing up respectfully to speak.


"Soul Resonance is a technique used by Meisters and Weapons. When a Meister and Weapon are able to synchronize their soul's wavelengths, they are able to use powerful techniques that they otherwise would be incapable of doing. Such techniques include enhanced speed, strength, or even abilities that produce incredible amounts of power. Despite being incredibly powerful, it is also, in most cases, incredibly difficult to do, and even harder to maintain." Dante explained, leaving out any details about his own unique case as he sat down once more.


Dante was, after all, the only known individual to constantly be in a state of resonance due to his unique soul. Although a rare few with flexible souls could, like Dr. Stein, alter their wavelength easily enough to attempt resonance with anyone, Dante was the only one known to always be in resonance...


Since he was such a rare case, and because he didn't like to draw too much attention to that fact, he did not feel the need to tell all gathered about it, unless Professor Sakura felt it was necessary.


@The Velveteen Rabbit

 

[Kintaro Fujimori]

Kin was disappointed in himself for missing the first exam. Now he had to wait until tomorrow and he has yet to meet any potential partners.


At least the teacher was pretty, he always seemed learned better with attractive teachers. Come to think of it, she looked a lot like the classmate a couple of seats across from Kin. They must be mother and daughter.


Ms. Takahashi then asks about soul resonance. Kin knew only the basics, two partners merging their soul wavelengths together in harmony, which gave the pair a boost in strength. Suddenly, a student towards the back answered with an almost textbook definition. Kin would have to remember that in case it was on tomorrow's exam.

 

[Leo Radomir]

Isaac sighed for a number of reasons but let them all go and then discreetly moved his hand across and gently grabs hold of the odd girls hand in a way to say please calm down, followed by a glance that said i'll talk to you about what you just told me at a better time but now we better attention to the teacher.


'I swear my first day here and it's from one end to the other and that women has strange taste in men he's a utter tool yet she's hanging out with him but heck there's probably other reasons behind it i don't know about'.


The crackling and the blades in him annoying him a bit but he didn't show it on his face or body.


'All of a sudden isaac could hear a witches voice in his head saying at some point i'll come to your side again to help you reawaken the power you sealed off, your not useless you have a second chance isn't time you started to forgive yourself for that day. Isaac whispered the words "future huh i wonder will it be different i can't help but be wary of what's to come but if i over think it that's no good either".


Isaac returns his attention to the teacher not wanting to seem rude to her and so he wasn't left behind for the exam when they take it.


@Kai Veli

 

[Pinkalyn]

Cross knew three things. First, he had to act fast. Class was starting, the teacher was at the front of the room, and he was about to get into a fight without the proper clearance. Second, he had no intention of fighting, and knew that he would have to find a way to end this without throwing a single punch. Third, the girl now directly in front of him seemed to have some ability dealing with her eyes, and staring into whatever abyss that was within them probably wouldn't go well for him.


With a swivel and a twirl, the chair he was in went from resting on two legs to spinning on one, just one-hundred and eighty degrees, so that he would come to rest with the back of the chair leaning on the front of the desk. More importantly, his own back was now to Kaid and Frey. If her ability dealt with him being able to see her eyes, this would mean relative safety while maintaining his relaxed posture. If not, he was merely exposing his back to a newly made enemy. Either way, it was a no-win situation.


No, what made this the tactical move of choice for Cross wasn't the fact that his chair now faced the back wall. It was that, in the shift, he deftly kicked from under his desk a set of papers. Papers that fluttered in the air in front of him, partially blocked from Kaid and Frey's view by his own body. A few quick swipes nabbed him a handful of exactly what he wanted, and he allowed the other papers to drop to the floor as if they were nothing of value. "Kaid. You said I'm the first one to respond to you, at least here." he made sure his words were soft, and sweet, "You say that, and I realize... they don't pay attention to you, do they? But I do." with that statement, he lays the papers behind him on his desk, within what he believes to be Kaid's current reach, angled for her to be able to read them.


The papers are simple. Written in pencil, they'd be otherwise unremarkable notes... except that they contain a near perfect transcript of the events of the classroom. No objective thought or bias went into even a single line, only the factual events presented to him from his perch at the top of the room. These three papers in particular were of use to him right now... because they prominently featured Kaid. From her greetings to others, to the different places he saw her pop up.


Now that his weapon was in place, he made his next move. He was thinking this through as quickly as his brain would allow, and taking too many risks all at once just for the sake of diffusing a situation he could have avoided in the first place. "However, even someone as calm as I am might get a tad defensive when threatened by someone as strong as your Meister. I'm sorry to have said something to upset you, but it was merely my instinctive reaction to a bad situation. I see, from the way your Meister is acting, that only one course of action can rectify the situation we're in now. All I can ask, is that you don't interfere, Kaid." he paused, long and silent, in the hope that Kaid would get the impression Cross was pushing Kaid away from assisting Frey. Something not likely to happen when they shared such a strong bond, if Frey decided she wanted to use her Weapon. Then, just as smoothly as he seemed to do everything else, he finished the thought, "I'd like you not to interfere.. because I'm going to let her hit me. As hard as she wants. As many times as she wants. I don't want you to stop her, and possibly cause her to be upset with you. As a friend, new friend though it may be, I can't let you risk your relationship with your Meister for me. She seems to be drawn to violent action, and if this is what I must endure for you, then so be it." the sudden reversal ploy, even if the reversal itself were over the top and almost unnecessary, revealing him to be the pacifist non-agressor of the situation.


It was all a risk, but it would have to come together. With his back to them, the worst outcome would be a full attack that the teacher would likely interrupt, pulling Frey away with the evidence that Cross had his back turned and wasn't instigating anything. Best case scenario both Kaid and Frey would have to back down, and he'd have made an ally out of Kaid as opposed to an enemy. He had enough enemies skulking about. Perhaps allies were exactly what he needed right now, entering a new school year alone as he was.


@kitshi


@The Velveteen Rabbit


(I'm making the assumption that we were able to get to this point just before the bell rang, if that's alright)