Resonance!~ A Soul Eater Role Play

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Welcome, students~!












(( Soul Eater does not belong to me~! All credit for its creation goes to Atsushi Okubo, anime by Takuya Igarashi. ))

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Name: Adam Stone, though this name is unknown to most. Everyone calls him Spade, Moth, or Canary. Whatever floats your boat. But he prefers to be called Spade.


Appearance:

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Moth wears a skintight red suit, thick and similar to leather armor. Unlike the above image, two black, mothwing-like shapes take up the space around the suit's eye-holes, earning him the nickname Moth, while the bright red suit, coupled with his acrobatic fighting style earned him another nickname, Canary.


Matching the color of the moth-wing designs around his eyes, black shoulder-guards, wrist and ankle wraps adorn his figure.


He has a very muscular shape, made obvious by the skin tight suit, but he does not carry any kind of sword, or other weaponry with him.


Under his outfit, his body is as powerful and muscular as made visible by the thin fabric- but pertains heavy scarring from battle. The left side of his chest is badly burned, and some burn scars are visible on his left leg.


His body is awfully mutilated by scars from a whipping he had received once. About thirty long lacerations run criss-cross along the broad of his back.


Gender: Male.


Sexuality: Straight.


Personality: Spade is very vicious in battle, he always ends up killing whoever he fights, breaking bones, spraining joins, or twisting things off--he's very violent, and that's especially enhanced due to his previous training in martial arts.


He is incredibly cold and condescending, while competitive and self-assured.


Regarding his soul, and mental state, Spade, deep, deep down, is evil. He always tries to pretend he's not, but he his. His entire skill set is designed for pain, his mentality is cold, and graceless. Every now and then he has the strange urge to hurt someone, or to break into a house or a shop. This could be a form of madness, though it feels more like a sinister urge than something that completely dislocated the mind.


He hides it, and assures himself that he's not, not evil. Anything but evil.


History: Spade/Moth/Canary was born Adam Stone, on December 12th, 1994.


Spade's mother was a prominent politician. His father was a fireman, and an ex-marine that left the army, then met Spade's mom. His mother, Casey, was always on the move, always somewhere else, so Spade's father, Evan, ended up taking care of him for most of his life.


On his seventh birthday, his mother came to visit him for a week. That was the first time in a really long time that Spade had ever spent and 'quality time' with his family.


It happened on Thursday. Spade was using the stove to make dinner for his mother before she left. She called him over to the living room for a movie.


The stove, which had been left on, managed to catch an oven glove on fire, (irony). This started an enormous house fire, killing both of his parents and leaving most of the left side of his body scarred.


Specifically, half of his chest, shoulder, and slightly marking his left leg.


As an effort to rehabilitate, he taught himself Kung Fu, and later Karate and other martial arts, in Sunnydale Orphanage.


The orphanage was a terrible place, a little corner of hell in an otherwise normal neighborhood. Spade had to defend himself regularly from other children that viciously attempted to beat him up.


By the age of ten, Spade had escaped and conquered every physical assault against him, and beaten up most of the children in the orphanage.


He had created a name for himself; Spade, due to his habit of gambling with the older kids, and his odd collection of spade cards that he had found around the orphanage.


Spade was known for his rather vengeful attitude. He had, once, gathered the courage to attack a teacher, who had earlier slapped Spade for talking back to him. The teacher cornered Spade and whipped him.


He has around thirty thick, lengthy scars across his back from this incident.


When he turned eighteen he left the orphanage.


Due to the poor conditions he had lived through, had barely any skills except his natural gift of intelligence, and fighting ability. Thus, after spending some time honing his skills, Spade joined a group called Soul Liberation.


They were a powerful organization dedicated to destroying kishin eggs--and Spade was powerful enough to rise to parallel creme-de-la-creme of their ranks in the first week. He became a strong figurehead in the Liberation. At one point, he was so infamous that people used his name as a threat when faced with a kishin egg.


"Get out of here, before I get Spade!"


That's the first time Spade realized that his skills were not suited for a crime fighter, but a villain. Evil was something that just... clicked for him.


He slipped up and murdered a member that had grown almost as powerful as himself.


After being detained by the elders of the Liberation, he was faced with a choice. Life in jail, or gain control of his violent soul, receive training from the DWMA.


He chose the DWMA.


Note that, at this age (15), Spade's burn scars are a lot less visible than they used to be. The most visible ones are on the left side of his chest. The lacerations on his back are blunt and very visible.


Likes: Winning, music, birdsong, being outdoors, morning, spades, red, dogs, smoking.


Dislikes: Losing, annoying people, being annoyed, smartasses, stupid people, people in general.


Weapon or Meister: Weapon-Meister mix.


Type of Weapon: Cutlass, spade-shaped dagger, spade axe, whip (ironically), smoke bomb, crossbow. His favorite forms are the cutlass and smoke bomb.


Partner: He works alone.


Special Abilities: None.


Crush/Relationship: ...Aria.


Other/Extra:


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Name: Aria Stormbreaker


Appearance:
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Gender: Female


Sexuality: Straight


Personality: Clever, witty, intelligent, decisive, a loner, quick, dark, secretly caring, a bit eccentric, rebellious, odd, curious, adventurous, unique, impulsive, strategical, intellectual, strong-willed, tough, competitive, and utterly insane. Hardly ever looses her cool, but when she does it's in emotional outbursts of anything from anger to excitement to sadness to basic craziness. She seems totally unfazed by something which would normally scare the pants off of even the strongest of people, and is seldom surprised by anything. Trouble follows her wherever she goes, but her intelligence and calculating persona keep the suspect count to a minimum. She is fiercely passionate about her research, studies, and experiments, sometimes having difficulty know where the line between her science and cruelty lay, but has come to believe that no such line exists.


History: Aria grew up in an orphanage. A terrible, horrible place with an owner so harsh to the children that they cowered in fear at the mere thought of an encounter with her. But Aria was the only one who did not fear her. This angered the owner, and Aria was subject to the cruelest of punishments even when she was not rebelling. One night......the owner had enough. She had had enough with the little girl, and decided to fulfill the worst of consequences: Aria would loose her soul. See, the owner was an undercover witch who had been using the children of the orphanage for heinous crimes. When Aria discovered this, she was sentenced to death. But faced in battle, she had to choose. And what was her choice? Simple as this: She killed the woman. Yet the authorities claimed it to be a murder, as they refused to believe the owner was a witch. Aria was taken away to prison to await years for her actual judgement. What went on in that prison...well, let's just say it wasn't pretty. Eventually the feisty Aria was given a choice. Join the DWMA, or stay in jail. She made the obvious choice once again.


Likes: Books, science, experimentation, training, winning, besting an opponent, battle, learning, exploring, explosives, blades, nighttime, rain, when people don't mind her experiments.


Dislikes: Failure, being told what to do, being annoyed, being wrong.


Weapon or Meister: Weapon.


Type of Weapon:
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Partner: Zachary!


Special Abilities: Can control fire, and because of that can temporarily become types of weapons she touches. Her fire powers absorb materials (in example, while in human form, her arms can take the forms of weaponry she recently came into direct contact with). And can see a person's soul if she focuses enough.


Crush/Relationship: Currently single.


Other/Extra: Nope.











Name: Shizuo


Appearance:


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Pansexual


Personality: He can be a badass at times, he's very sadistic and cold-hearted. He can also be nice to certain people like his friends.


Likes: Being around Haruhi, hanging out, playing tricks on people


Dislikes: Bullies, not being near Haruhi and idiots


Weapon or Meister: Meister


Partner: Haruhi


Special Abilities: Dark Abyss and Black Halo


Crush: Haruhi.


Name: Haruhi


Appearance:


Gender: Female


Sexuality: Bisexual but leans more toward girls


Personality: Sweet, cute, sinister, cold, sadistic, fun and kind


Likes: Candy, sweet things, hanging with Shizuo


Dislikes:


Weapon or Meister: Weapon


Type of Weapon: Sword and Scythe


Partner: Shizuo


Special Abilities: Dark Abyss and Black Halo


Crush: Shizuo


History: They've been together since they were 3. Best friends for life. They told each other that they will never leave the other. When Shizuo turned five, his family left him. So Haruhi decided to stay with him. They lived the streets until age 9. Haruhi's uncle decided to take care of them both, but were changed from their years on the streets. Their both sweet, nice and kind but also sadistic, cold, and heartless.











Name:Christopher Bale


Appearance: (Please try to avoid large images.)


Gender:Male


Sexuality:Bisexual


Personality:Cold a lil mean but a really good friend and a big warm heart can be harsh but only when it is needed completely in love with Ash highly protective over him


History:Chris is from a poor family he had to resort to crime in order to survive day by day One night he got caught and was about to be headed to jail for life until ash saved him they ran away together falling in love in the process where they ended up at the academy Chris owes his life to Ash and will protect him without fail even if it costs him his life


Likes:Writing Music training Ash Acting Singing Love Cooking


Dislikes:those who harm ash evil hate Clingy people


Weapon or Meister:Meister


Type of Weapon: (Obviously only for Weapons.)


Partner: (Make sure to ask the other person first, before making them your partner.) Ash


Special Abilities:Heaven's Tempest


Crush/Relationship:Ash (In a relationship)


Other/Extra:


Name:Ashton Loverlace


Appearance: (Please try to avoid large images.)


Gender:Male


Sexuality:Gay


Personality:Ash is a bubbly outgoing fun loving person he is always up to help others even complete and total strangers which is how he met the love of his life Chris


History: he comes from a rich family but abandoned all of that for Chris in part due to lack of love from his parents and them forcing him to take over the family business when all he really wanted to do was live his life While Chris and himself were on the run he discovered he was a weapon and thus decided to come here He loves chris with all his heart and wouldn't be able to live without him he knows he'll never leave him and that their love will last


Likes:Love Chris Friends Happiness Drinking


Dislikes:Hate evil Meanies Bad food


Weapon or Meister:Weapon


Type of Weapon: (Obviously only for Weapons.) Bow and Arrow


Partner: (Make sure to ask the other person first, before making them your partner.)Chris


Special Abilities:Heaven's Wheel


Crush/Relationship:Chris


Other/Extra:









Name: Zereth Zackermen


Appearance:

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Gender: Male


Sexuality: Pan-sexual


Personality:


History: Zereth was born in Orgeon. He lived in a normal sized family with three brothers , a mom and dad. He went to school like normal guys and hung out with friends like normal guys. HIs father was a mechanic and was always around metal, and cars. Every weekend he would hang around his father's shop and watched him work. HIs mother was a writer. She wrote stories and told tales to him and his brothers. She saw something in Zereth that she told his father. His father pushed it off as another one of her tails. One day while he was at his father's shop. The car he was working on was lifted up so they could work under it. Well something was loose and it began to fall. Zereth in order to stop it activated the weapon within him to stop it, from falling on him. Her father finally accepted that what the mother was saying was true


Likes: Sweets, Taller people , sleeping. running, eating


Dislikes: veiges, loud people, crying people , rude and judgmental people, dying


Weapon or Meister: Weapon


Type of Weapon: (Obviously only for Weapons.)Ogre Arm . mainly used for brute strength


Partner: None yet


Special Abilities: He is able to form ogre arms (seen in the spoiler). He can use his scorpion tail as a weapon as well. His arms can form in to anything he wishes but since he is not used to his power he can only change it into a full automatic gun.


Crush/Relationship: None yet


Other/Extra: His tail is out all the time, he like it that way


Weapon: Ogre Arm



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Name: Alec


Appearance: http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/XxChikaxX/Decorated images/gun-1.jpg


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Straight


Personality: Sly, Insane at times,clumsy, quiet, strong minded, stubborn.


History: Alec is a strong minded kid who doesn't like to take orders, which caused him to become part of DWMA, so he can learn some respect and accomplish something in his life for once.He's known for causing trouble and stealing, knowing Dr.Stein and learning from him makes him slight insane when angered.He never really liked his family, for they never realized that he could be good if they just payed attention to him.


Likes: Being with his partner, Dr.Stein, quiet places, sweets, skateboarding.


Dislikes: Taking orders, being defeated, loud places, high pitched noises.


Weapon or Meister: Meister


Partner: Kurami


Special Abilities: Mad House, Riddle.(I'll PM you what they do)


Crush/ Relationship: Nope, single.


Other/ Extras: None


Name: Kurami


Appearance: http://files.sharenator.com/anime_girl_fav42361-s614x461-105785.jpg


Gender: Female


Sexuality: Straight


Personality: Quiet, anti-social, brave, calm.


History: Kurami wasn't always one to be around people a lot.She met her partner, Alec, when he was on his way to DWMA.She got a little curious and for the first time talked to someone.She knew he was the perfect meister for her and they became partners and friends ever since that day.She's the one to calm down Alec in his saddest, or most angry times.


Likes: Alec, sweets, cats.


Dislikes: Sushi, bright colors, big or heavy objects.


Weapon or meister: Weapon.


Type of weapon: Pistol http://pinellasgunshop.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/kimber_classic_stainless_target.jpg


Partner: Alec


Special Abilities: Mad house; thousands of bullets get shot at a time


Silver chain; bullets grow bigger and connect in a chain.


Crush/relationship: None


Extra: None.






Name: Raiden


Appearance:
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Gender: Male


Sexuality: Straight


Personality: A bit serious, He's always being curious and doesn't really try to make friends.


History: Raiden has always had strange powers over electricity and lightning. No one knew what to do with him. They believed he was nothing but a monster. His parents feared for his safety,so they sent him to DWMA to hopefully live among others that would accept him


Likes: His partner,Looking at Thunder storms


Dislikes: Water, People who look down on others


Weapon or Meister: Meister


Type of Weapon: (Obviously only for Weapons.)


Partner: Levina


Special Abilities: Tesla Blast:Hits an enemy with a bolt of electricity


Electroburst:Blasts out a wave of electricity to cause damage to nearby enemies.


Bioelectric Surge:Release a burst of Electricity that will heal your Allies


Crush/Relationship: Levina


Other/Extra:N/A


Name: Levina


Appearance:
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Gender: Female


Sexuality: Straight


Personality: Childish and playful,Sadistic when angered


History:Levina has gone to DWMA for quite some time. Wondering when he would meet her Meister. Even though she hasn't met him or her yet she keeps her spirits up knowing It will happen one day. Then she crossed Paths with Raiden.... It was then she knew he was the one because of his powers. She tried again and again to talk to him,but he just ran away. She swore she would get Raiden to become her partner


Likes: Raiden,Sweets


Dislikes: Bullies,Vegetables


Weapon or Meister: Weapon


Type of Weapon: Broad Sword


Partner: Raiden


Special Abilities: Weapon Seperation: Can come apart in her Weapon form into different swords


Zeus's wrath: In her Weapon Form She becomes infused with Electricity and When slashed sends a wave of Lightning at her opponent.


Crush/Relationship: Raiden?


Other/Extra:







Name: Arania Sorex


Appearance:

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Gender: Female


Sexuality: Straight


Personality: Arania is slightly sadistic and can be an a**hole sometimes, but deep down she is truly kind.


History: Arania has no memory of her past due to an incident before she came to DWMA, searching for pieces of her past.


Likes: Sweets, kind people, animals


Dislikes: Kishin eggs


Weapon or Meister: Meuister


Partner: Dianasea Rasona


Special Abilities: None yet


Crush/Relationship: None, single


Other/Extra: None


Name: Dianasea Rasona


Appearance:

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Gender: Female


Sexuality: Straight


Personality: Fight or flight is Dianasea's saying. She is an exceptionally kind weapon but is merciless in a fight against kishin eggs. She loves to have fun and hang with her meister, Arania


History: Dianasea wasn't always so kind. Actually, before she came to the DWMA, she was very sadistic and used to kill kishin eggs for fun.


Likes: Food, sweets, having fun


Dislikes: Mean people, kishin eggs, work


Weapon or Meister: Weapon


Type of Weapon: Electric Trident


Partner: Arania Sorex


Special Abilities: None, yet


Crush/Relationship: None, single


Other/Extra: She is tricky







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Name: Ivan Dale.


Appearance: The male above but older looking.


Gender: Male.


Sexuality: Straight.


Personality: Playful , Prankster , Friendly , Doesn't have sense of direction.


History: Ever since he was a kid he was always the type who'd easily be friends with everyone. With his active energy nothing would bring him down, he'd rarely get into fights but when he does it's always about protecting his friends. Once he met Eeve and knowing she was a weapon they became extremely close and eventually becomes partners.


Likes: Everything.


Dislikes: Witches , Darkness.


Weapon or Meister: Meister.


Partner: Eeve.


Special Abilities:


~ Soul Perception : Sneaking a glance into people's soul.


Crush/Relationship: None.


Other/Extra: A bit over protective over his partner sometimes.


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Name: Eeve.


Appearance: The female above but older looking.


Gender: Female.


Sexuality: Straight.


Personality: Quite , Sneaky , Serious , Clumsy.


History: Eeve doesn't recall anything about her childhood. But when she does she'd get to trauma and eventually panic recalling the past events. After meeting Ivan, the person who so called saved her from darkness became someone important to her and vowed to protect him even if it caused her life.


Likes: Sweaters , Sweets , Books.


Dislikes: Thunder and Darkness ( scared of that )


Weapon or Meister: Weapon


Type of Weapon: Silver Electric Chainsaw.


Partner: Ivan Dale


Special Abilities:


~ Chainmail : The chains on her weapon form appears on specific parts on her body creating a Chainmail like armor.


~ Rapid Blades : The attack triggers the saw under her foot which enables her to move faster or use it with rapid blades attacking her target.


~ Tail Chain : The chains would move around her in a protective stance acting like a shield which takes time at first then attacks by moving her arms pointing to her target.


~ Silver Shot : It's rare for her to use but when she does it consist her energy. It enables her to attack recklessly only showing power not even shielding herself.


Crush/Relationship: None.


Other/Extra: Always hides behind Ivan when he's talking to someone..


 
A large, tan man with bulging muscles stood before Zachary, perching on a black pillar.


Towering over him was what looked like an enormous black castle- three enormous sculls adorned its exterior, and from where you stood, Zackary could see what looked like large candles protruding from two entrances, both of which were a great distance away from him.


"Hey kid. What tha' 'ell are you doin' here?" Zachary's head snapped up to face the towering man, who had leaned alarmingly close to his masked face. "Huh, ya' look like ya' jus' trudged across tha' desert, ah' can't tell it by your face, since it's masked, but yer' clothes are in shreds!"


The large man had bright pink hair, arranged in cowlicks sticking out from under a red bandana tied around his head. His entire attire was nothing but cargo shorts and a black wife beater, a nose piercing that reminded Zackary of a bull, eyebrow piercings, ear plugs, and several spider tattoos running up his arms.


His gaze rested on Zachary's masked face, studying him.


"'Ya know, I can feel what kinda' ability ya' got. Yer' a weapon. I can feel it in yer' blood." His gruff voice alarmed the skinny, masked boy into speech. "A-ah yes! Indeed I am here to join this fine facility in hopes of becoming stronger! I do hope I perform well!" He did not mention that he was unable to control his weapon form, and instead hoped to be a Meister.


"A! It talks, and a lot!" He bellowed in laughter and clapped the short boy across the back. This action was so strong, and unexpected, that Zachary ended up flying over his own feet and landing belly-first onto the pavement. "Ouf, ah!"


Behind the now fallen boy stood other figures, other students.


"Oi, fresh meat!" He man bellowed. "Come on in!"


...


The interior of the building was huge, and Zachary had a rather hard time finding his Homeroom. All he knew was that it was upstairs, and the teacher was someone name Mr. Soot.


Giggling incessantly, he clambered up the stairs and headed towards, what he believed, was the correct direction. He exhaled a sigh of relief when he found the class.


It was a very big room, arranged in a spiraling shape, with the desks in rows going up around a lower, center podium. It looked like a room built for a lecture, except, further back, he could see a large gym-like area full of practice dummies and weaponry.


It was also a dark room.


With big windows richly decorated with black, old-looking curtains long enough to reach the black-and-white, checkerboard floor and gather there in thick folds. The room generally smelled of musk and rot, and Zachary could see a few places where the dark grey wall was scorched, or hit hard enough to create a hole.


The lights above him, on the far away roof were all centered towards the centered, lower stage. He took a seat on a high pew, and giggled anxiously.

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It’s funny how something life-changing can occur in an instant.


Literally, all it takes is a simple “poof” and your entire personal world will drastically alter. The fabrics of the universe are funny that way. Some call it fate, others call it coincidence…..then there are those who believe it to be merely a connection, a bond formed in our own creation before we are even aware of ourselves.


Whichever is true is up to you.


But like it was said, all it takes…..is


A


Single


POOF!


Flames suddenly erupted, seemingly growing out of nowhere. They were black as ink, moving like snakes of smoke. It was quick. It was unexpected. But as they moved with this rapid pace, suddenly engulfing the entire seat, something was oddly…..ethereal, about them. The darkness then flashed an extreme shade of vibrant green, consuming each other within the brightness.


And just like that, it was over.


The beautiful fire was gone. The colors and the shadows, just gone. They had disappeared as randomly as they had appeared, leaving almost no trace of their arrival.


Well, except for the striking young girl sitting in their place. And she wasn’t just sitting anywhere, she was sitting on top of the black-haired head of a boy who was filling up mentioned seat. Crouched like a frog, Aria leaned over, her nose touching the mask that he wore.


“Shit. Am I late?”


Her insanely bright eyes glowed an emerald sheen, it was almost inhuman, the way they swirled with an internal heat and intelligence and….something a bit…..darker. She knitted her brows, but other than that and her optical arrangements, her face also wore a mask. Yet it was a different kind of mask then that in which her new acquaintance wore, the kind that was consisted of calmness and serene boredom. Her voice was equally as emotionless, but slightly tinged with a wondering curiosity. A gloved finger tapped his hidden face once again.


“Dammit. And to top it, I ended up on your skull. My apologies.” While she talked, you would notice that in the corner of her mouth was a toothpick. She made a “hmm” sound and reached up, staring at the boy, and pulled down her goggles over her eyes. Still upside down, Aria gave a somewhat sarcastic yet still serious salute, and was once again engulfed in the heatless green flames which originated from her body.


POOF!


Once again, just like that, she was gone. The odd girl then appeared in another burst of fire on a different seat across the room. Her grumbled “dammit” could still be heard in the emptiness. In another ball of flames, she was gone.


POOF!


This time she popped up on the roof, kneeling with ease. She sighed, somehow defying gravity, and snapped her fingers. Again, she said “dammit”. Of course, the green and black flames surrounded her body and transported the female.


POOF!


“Dammit”


POOF!


“Dammit”


POOF!


“Dammit”


POOOOOF!


“DAMMIT!”


POOF!


“Dammit”


POOF! POOF! POOF! POOF!


“Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.”


This cycle continued for around two minutes, and the girl appeared in the oddest of places time and time again, each time murmuring an almost emotionless “dammit” (except the time when half of her was in one place, the other half across the entire area. Then her voice rose to a shout, but other then that, she kept her cool).


POOF!


“Dammi—Oh, wait……this….this is acceptable.” She was back where she started, atop the masked boys head. Save for the fact that this time around she balanced on the tip of one boot, her arms folded. She hopped off, the ends of her coat fluttering around her as she landed cross-legged into the seat beside him.


But she fell over, dropping off the seat.


“Curses.”


Aria immediately straightened herself (not loosing her formation of calamity), smoothed her black T-shirt, and sat down again. Adjusting the collar of her jacket, the girl turned to face him. She nodded.


“Hey.”
 
Just when he thought he was alone:


POOF!


There was a sudden, hammering weight on his skull and his head almost dropped- almost.



The skinny figure slightly caved, but other than that stayed focus and upright in his seat, suddenly faced with the bright green eyes of his female companion.



Aria's eyes dazzled him for a moment.



Zachary embedded his own stare into them as they flicked back and forth, neon in coloration and happy as ever. A smile radiated from him, but the manner in which the eyes suddenly transpired into a gloomier mood made his skin feel alarmingly cold.



His own optics were well-hidden under his mask. Black openings, they could very much be empty sockets. Nobody knew their color, nobody knew their depth, their
insanity. Zachary opened his mouth to say something- but she was gone again.


Aria reappeared moments later in a cloud, stirring up old dust particles far across the room in a sudden emission of darkness, followed by startling green light. Zachary chuckled, he knew where this would lead.



POOF!


Dammit


POOF!


Dammit


POOF!


Dammit


POOOOOF!


DAMMIT!”


POOF!


Dammit


POOF! POOF! POOF! POOF!


Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.”





Then suddenly she was on top of his head again- he could feel only one leg. He suddenly grew impressed with her ability to balance so well, even atop a Sword Meister.


But he wasn't just that- and Zachary preferred it if nobody knew. He liked to surprise people.



Or maybe it was how it reminded him of his mother.



He glanced over his shoulder as she dropped onto the bench beside him, and suddenly lost her balance and fell. His hand instinctively shot out- he was a good Meister- but it was too late and she was already off the ground and smoothing down her shirt.



"
He he he."


A steady, gravelly chuckle was her only reply as he rested his hands flat on his thighs, his mask now facing her fully. Again he focused on her bright green optics and said, "
That was quite an entrance."
 
She blinked, lifting the goggles over her head once more.


“Was it now? I thought it lacked a certain….memorable flamboyance, you know?” Aria tilted her head. “I can never get this formation right. The teleportation formation, that is.” The toothpick twirled to the other side of her mouth. “Again, I’m sorry about your head.” The girl ran a hand through her electric green hair, though its messy locks remained just that, messy. Still calm, still collected, still confident. Her emotions were unwavering as she was maintaining a controlled precisive state.


She had admired the fact that even with such a generally slim body, the boy was still capable of withholding her own slender frame. He must be very strong.And also the fact that he didn't freak out and scream when she was on his noggin, that exercised incredible control as well.


But why did he where a mask? Curious-er and curious-er. What on Earth could he be hiding underneath such an interesting cover? Her hands itched to just lift it up and have a look, but she mentally scolded the temptation and refused to succumb to the pleasurable thought. Her eyes lit up in the concept. She was a scientist at heart and just HAD to find out what it was that caused him to hide.


“Aria Stormbreaker, at your service.” Her voice was edged with a humored tint. “And you are?” She held out her hand.
 
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Zachary listened intently, the ever-grinning mask curve up slightly, to meet the girl's eyes in a hollow, black-socketed look.


He gave a curt nod, "Teleportation must be tough, hehe. But it must be wonderful to just be like... POOF, and you're gone. Ya' know? Great way to set an ambush, hehe."


After her apology, Zachary gave a low chuckle. A thin, pale hand reached up to touch the wild, black cowlicks sticking up over his cat mask. They matched his partner's hair on a messiness scale, much to Zachary's own amusement.


The two fit on a certain odd scale in general, liek two lopsided puzzle pieces in an unsolvable jigsaw, two oddly colored rubiks cubes on a black-and-white chessboard.


She was insane on a more obvious scale, flamboyant and quirky. Quick and fun, impressive in ability whilst still transpiring sanity.


He was interestingly quiet, cold, and calculating. A man of many chuckles, and many rambles and rants, bordering madness in their frantic nature.


And once she introduced herself, Zachary found her name rolling off of his tongue in an instant.


"Aria, Aria Storm... breaker. Aria Stormbreaker." He tested the name thoroughly, and it rewarded him by fascinating his lips--this was the first time he had a partner.


"Je m'appelle Zachary."


A bony hand reached to firmly grab Aria's, and he tentatively shook hands with her.
 
Ah. Ainsi je vois que vous êtes capable de parler français. Un plaisir d'être de votre connaissance, Zachary.” She herself was fluent in French. Actually, she could speak French, German, Russian, Arabic, and Spanish. Though she did not display her particular emotions regarding him knowing anything of the language, Aria continued. “Oui, il est tout à fait merveilleux quand il est entièrement dessous développé. Mais parce que mes brins particuliers de matière génétiquement et spirituellement sont changés, l'étude du programme complet prend beaucoup plus de temps, à mon mécontentement immédiat.”


Aria took his hand. He was very thin. And his fingers were freezing. Add that alongside his strength, intelligence, and balance….


He must be a very powerful meister.


Good, she requires a very powerful meister. So far, each and every person she has attempted to work with as sent by the school to determine her abilities was unable to handle her weapon/s mode. Aria has never worked with an actual partner.


“So. You must be my designated training companion.”


Though his touch was cold, hers was the complete and total opposite. The young girl’s hands were nearly scorching. If it weren’t for the gloves she wore, everything that she came into contact with would burn. But being used to this, she found nothing strange and payed no attention to that factor. It was Aria who released their combined grip.


She couldn’t help but picture him on her operating table.


No, no. Aria knew she wasn’t allowed to have those thoughts. At least not yet. She clenched her teeth, her mannerisms becoming suddenly very restrained and almost cold, despite her aura of warmth. It was her cool demeanor which caused an irony around her natural heat. There was something about this Zachary which made her…..more cautious. Not with him, yet with herself. Aria would never reveal this, but she was horrified and anxious at the thought of being close enough to a person to truly work with them. She never was one to cooperate well in groups, or even pairs, at that. The girl refused to allow relationships or connections to form between her and another being. She just wasn’t the kind of person who found herself easily able to “bond”, or even tolerate a certain presence of others.


But he, like her, was different. You could tell right away. And this was interesting to her. Aria was so curious, her mind felt as though it would burst. He was one whom bordered madness, she was one who had crossed the border and made a forceful living to the designated side.


It seemed like they had been put together thoughtfully and correctly, now. This was still difficult to compute, that she would be spending so much of her time with the male before her. She was used to being alone. The change was strange and would certainly take some time to adjust to.
 
"Ah, wonderful. J'ai hâte de collaborer avec vous." A smile bloomed forth on his lips, though the gesture remained hidden by the mask.


It was rare for Zachary to meet someone who spoke his native tongue. Zachary was both of Spanish and French descent, thus, he took the time to learn both languages, and rather well. If Zachary was less modest, he might have boasted about this.


'Wow.'


He hand was alarmingly warm. Almost instinctively, his colder hand grew more firm around hers, the fingers pressing tighter into her skin, clutching.


It was rare for somebody to touch Zachary, thus he was quite the touchy-feely sort. Warmth, or any signs of it, were immediately devoured by the small boy's body. Often quite literally, if he was cold enough, but also on a more emotional level.


When the girl began releasing his hand from their greeting gesture, Zachary, before he could stop himself, let his hand follow her's for half a second.


It's been so long since he met anybody like this.


The floating hand back onto his lap, while the cat mask curved up again to study his new partner's face. She suddenly looked much less vivid, more calm. As if his cold hand had extinguished whatever fire she had possessed moments ago into stark vapor.


"Est-ce que j'ai dit quelque chose de mal, mon amie?" His voice could be best described as warmly amused.
 
“Êtes-vous maintenant ? C'est un vrai d'abord dans mon expérience, autant de généralement sont considérablement opposés à l'association concernant les goûts de me. Mais si c'est ainsi, alors moi suis intéressé de promouvoir ladite collaboration.”


Aria couldn’t help but notice his highly interactive touch. It was the complete opposite of her own. Where as she was one to extract from any human contact, he appeared to be one who savored it. This was odd. But intriguing as well. She had to wonder how this would work within training.


But Zachary, like his mannerisms, was odd and intriguing. She enjoyed that, in a strange and unfamiliar way. It was a pleasant break from the great many people she would encounter whom refused to allow themselves any sort of true originality.


Aria crossed her legs, a tiny smirk momentarily flashing at her lips, but it disappeared as soon as it had appeared (much like her other facial expressions that left the division of emotionless and calm).


"Pas du tout. Cependant, si vous aviez, je serais fasciné quant à son origine. Que vous incite à croire ainsi?"


Her voice, in return, could be best described as collectively humored.


Aria folded her arms, casually leaning back.
 
A young boy walked up the stairs to the school. He had a collar of some sort on his right ankle. It was loose and clanked against his metal zipper that held his boots together. He walked with a sway and a bounce. His hands by his side as his head leaned from side to side depending on which foot stepped first. the stairs were long but the building was much bigger. The boy stopped on the wide landing he thought branched out at least four meters. His head leaned back, his hood stationed to where it was before. His brow eyes that had iris of a frog looked at the building. You could hear a clank and shutter sound behind him. Under his garment was a scorpion like tail. It flicked and curved steadily. Swinging back and forth like a cat waiting to ketch it's pray.


"Bigggggggggggg."


He let the word drag itself out as he let his head down. He blinked several of time before walking again into the building. He was more than late. He was busy watching frogs go by, and butterflies flying around him. What caught him more was the sun which he stood on a bench for five hours to look at. He walked through the halls of the school. Wondering where his home room was. He was called out by a smaller lady, much smaller than himself wit ha clip board. He stopped his tail coming to a stop as well. The female caught a glimpse of him then gave a smile.


"Well aren't you just the cutest girl."


He was commonly mistaken as a girl due to his size and how he looked. To girly to be a boy. He gave her a glare as he tilted his head down and to the side.


"I am a boy."


The female was embarrassed and covered her mouth while letting a gasp and a giggle escape. She looked on the clip board trying not to look back up at him. He didn't like being laughed at, especially to those who are shorter than him.


"Your name sir."


The boy looked up as if he was trying to remember. He was the last one , his name should be there. It bothered him she didn't even try to guess. He looked down then to the side. His eyes catching a glimpse of an image in the wallpaper. He gave an awe look before being interrupted by a cough and the tap of the pen. Her turned his head and let out a growl that a lion would do.


"Zereth...where is the room."


The female marked off his name and held out her hand for him to follow. Walking down the hall , passed many doors. He assumed they were classes or maybe doors to different places. She stopped at a door and gave him a smile. He looked in, his head tilting in to the class room. Some looked over some whistled. He found no amusement in them and turned his head toward the lady. She egged him on , which made him even more annoyed. He will go when he pleased. Tired of her egging he walked in. He heard a lot of gasp when they saw his tail rattle, the sound of chains echoing through the class. His tail snapped out ward as he walked up the stairs to head to the back of the calss.
 
So this was her first time working with a partner? The Sword Meister gave a low chuckle, growing a bit restless as he watched students file into the huge room. Some were startled by how dark it was, others talked to their parters intently, and a select few noticed Zachary and gave him a wave.


Smiling under his mask, he waved back before facing his companion again.


"Je suis excite." The mask bobbed up and down as he nodded. "I really am looking forward to working with you."


She was interesting, and Zachary like interesting people. It meant he would be surprised by her mannerisms quite often. She was as unpredictable as fire, quick, excitable, and vivid. Her face never stayed constant, a smirk flickered to life on her lips, and just like that, it was extinguished.


He could have sworn that she had changed just seconds ago, into a cold, stiffer person. But here she was, green-eyes sparkling in amusement.


"Oh, non, je pensais... Rien, rien. Ce n'est rien." His voice bordered frantic, fleetingly, hands shot up, palms facing outwards, a gesture attempting to show innocence. They settled back on his lap as he chucked nervously.


The teacher was late, or, absent. Everyone had settled by the front of the podium, leaving Zachary and Aria further in the back. From this elevation, Zachary could see the students talking excitedly amongst themselves.


~~~~


(( Zereth, this takes place in your room. ^^ ))


After recieving what might have been the shock of their lives when a student with a tail had walked into the room, the class eventually settled down to face the front of the room once more, a few still relentlessly chatting.


"Good morning, everybody."


All activity ceased when the teacher spoke, her loud voice alone in its volume.


She was a tall blonde teacher wearing exeuberent garments, mismatching the theme of teaching, much more suited for a fancy dinner at a restaurant. She was generous in build, her hips swaying, and white dress spilling delecatly over white high heels as she strolled towards her new students.


A hand equipped with a silver chained bracelet lifted to sift through curly blonde locks as she scanned the room. From where she stood, she could see a few interesting students, some smart looking ones, and a boy with what looked like a scorpion tail, a little black, twitching scorpion tail.


Her eyebrows lifted in surprise, this was something new.


"Er, I am Ms. Bernhardt, you homeroom teacher, as well as your Social Studies teacher. I expect respect and hard work from all of you--and you can expect fairness and good grades from me, as long as you behave well."


"I should also take the time to talk about our very wonderful program of studies, and our grading system."


She was very obviously a strict type of teacher- getting to buisness as quickly as possible.
 
Zereth paid close attention. How could he avert his eyes from something that stood out above else. The board was huge and big. The writing on there written with such swift and graceful movements. He as above a amazed. He had chose a seat in the far back. Higher seated from the rest and an easy looker as well. Girls and guys caught glances at him as his tail swayed around. He listened to the teacher , just decided to not give her direct eye contact. One of the girl who sat beside him just stare, wasn't even trying to hide it. He tried his best to ignore it but all she did was stare and giggle.


He turned his head toward the girl with a bland expression. His tail flicking from side to side as she looked straight ahead. As she moved her head he did his. Looking back at the board then for a brief second looked at the teacher. The girl who was staring touched his tell. The tail flicked to the side forcefully then began to grow in size. It was medium at first so he didn't trip. But now his tail ,raised itself high in the air and pointed down at the girls head. The boy looked toward her with an annoyed look.


"My tail does not like to be touched."
 
(( Oh snap. That tail. ))


Earnhardt paused her monologue when she noticed an obvious dispute towards the back of the class. The silver bracelet jingled merrily as she brought it up to her face, fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. She looked somewhat defeated, immediately tired despite it being the first day of school.


"Please you two, settle down."


It was only then that she noticed the much larger tail looming forward, up and over the girl's head, pose matching an angry cobra prepared to strike.


Misinterpreting this as a sign of immense danger, Earnhardt moved to defend her pupil.


Casting a hand behind her back, she grasped an object that had been lying on her desk. She gave a small, little battle sound as she threw it like one would throw a knife, downward arm motion, immensely fast.


It was an apple, literally an apple, aimed for the top of the tail. Flying at a startling speed.


Following the previous attack seamlessly, she added, "Detention!"


(( I could not resist. ))
 
Aria’s eyes tracked each and every student that lumbered through the door. Ah, so many people. And each and every one of them is flammable. There were too many bodies cramped into here. Yes, it was a large room, but this was an equally large crowd. She couldn’t stand being around this many people. Especially because they all could burn so easily. It was far too tempting.


But she had no choice, and Aria was highly aware of this unfortunate obstacle.


And to top that, being that she was incredibly noticeable herself…..the prying judgmental gaze of newcomers followed her. She did not reveal this discomfort and annoyance. One young man stared too long, his eyes squinting as to be sure of the electrifying and emotionless individual, but a simple raise of her brow and a quick glare of intense clarity caused him to look away. Turning her attention back to Zachary, the girl found herself running a hand through her hair yet again. She was accustom to deducting signifying traits of a person by observing their facial expressions, but being that his was covered she found herself having to move off of his vocal patterns and physical mannerisms. Thankfully, he was a very expressive person with his movements and forms of speech, so there was not much trouble in deciphering his personality.


Yet there were things clearly hidden about this Zachary that caused her to ponder on the wondrous possibilities regarding his secrets.


I wonder what makes him tick.


She was not taken aback by his sudden burst of nearly frantically placed emotions, his hands fleetingly shot up, palms facing outwards, a gesture attempting to show innocence. They settled back on his lap as he provided a nervous chuckle.


“Are you sure it’s not nothing? Everything has to be something, as they are all anything for many things.” Aria shrugged, but her eyes did not leave the black holes where his were hidden. “And I am looking forward to….this new experience.” She rolled the toothpick over her tongue, a tiny smile playing on her lips. But even with the smile, her optics revealed something much darker.


What is he hiding?


Whatever it was, this girl was determined to find out.
 
(lol)


The tail was hit by the apple. Although its metal exterior did not seem phased. Instead it swished around more. It wasn't till he closed his eyes , the tail had calmed down. Slowly the length that it used to be began to return to him. The tail now perfectly aligned with the back of his head as it moved around slowly. The boy looked toward the teacher, his eyes narrowed as she hissed a little. His tongue coming out in a shaking manner, that much like a snakes. It wasn't his fault his tail would attack. True it was apart of his body, but his emotions are the one to blame.


He looked away from her toward the board. The tail slowly swaying from side to side. The girl was trying to wipe away the tears. Scared half to death she scooted away from him. A smirk coming across his face as he looked back at her.


"Do not touch it again, or I will have it penetrate you from the head down. It would hit you so fast you wouldn't even be able to scream"
 
Zachary chucked at Aria, offering a small shrug. "Really, I just, for a moment, mon amie... I thought you were sad, or at least conflicted about something."


He was interrupted before he could continue, though, as a loud voice called his name.


"Zachary! You asshole!"


An angry looking student suddenly burst forth from the crowd, earning a few angry yelps and confused gazes. He seemed too flustered to care, jabbing a finger at the masked boy from a couple pews down. "You cheated me out of my thirty bucks!"


Zachary hoped that the boy hadn't noticed that the lamp he had sold him was completely ruined, and did not work at all. But hey, of course the moron had to go and test his newest purchase. There was no escaping now. The furious customer looked ready to spit acid, and Zachary found he had but one hope--he could morph into a sword at the last second, and hopefully escape unscathed.


But at that very moment, all activity ceased. A voice erupted above all other sounds, amplified by an intercom.


"Students- have a seat."


The angry boy was swept away with the crowd, and Zachary took a deep breath, realizing that he had tensed up unintentionally. Confrontations with angry customers were usually... unpleasant, to say the least.


He settled back down, giving Aria an apologetic shrug, as if saying, hey, I didn't do anything.


"I... sell people things. Hehe, not all of them are always happy with their purchases."


~~~


The teacher gave her student a large pout, made even more visible by her glaringly red lipstick. Her dainty hands crossed across her chest, making it clear she was disappointed. Earnhardt hated interruptions.


"Now, let's continue."


Her speech became a monologue as the rest of the class settled down once more.


(( Miss Earnhardt's class should be put on pause so that the other roleplayers can catch up, if they decide to join us eventually. ))  
(( My posts are starting to suck--sorry. I'm just a bit distracted. ))
 
((Oh pish posh, Desu, your posts are fine))


Aria looked to the angry boy. He certainly woke up on the wrong side of the operating table today. She flicked the toothpick to the other side of her mouth, coolly observing as his levels of hostility increased. His fury was obviously directed towards Zachary, as one could tell from both her partner’s sudden tensing and the provided shouts from the newcomer. Her fingers began tapping her palms, craving the satisfactory feeling of burning the other male.


And that’s exactly what she would have done, had the teacher ‘s voice not suddenly arrived, silencing the irked student to a point in which he returned to his seat. Even though she was looking in the arrival route of the adult, her words were directed towards Zachary. “I can….. see that. Next time you should cast a temporary shielding alteration to keep your….” She made the quote on quote symbols with her fingers, “”Customers”…..from seeing the true nature of their newly acquired items for long enough to keep you out of trouble.”


Aria switched the toothpick around again.


Her thoughts found their way back to what Zachary had said before the interruption.


“Really, I just, for a moment, mon amie... I thought you were sad, or at least conflicted about something”


Conflicted, yes. Sad, not currently. She was being too expressive if he was able to sense that. In accordance, she still settled into an even deeper emotionless state.


Unfortunately, she had no control over the naturally sadistic and cunning twinkle that sparked within her eyes.


At least class was about to begin. She couldn’t take this, she needed a distraction.


She should just kill them all and be done with it.


No. Not yet, anyways. Aria may lack the specific morals most contain, but she was not completely heartless and would not perform to those extents just yet.


Only if her experiments required her to do so, then of course she would gladly go forth to mentioned extents.


Just not yet, anyways.
 
(( You think so? ;-; <3 ))


Zachary had expected a scolding, and was rewarded with one. But coming from his partner, it sounded a lot less angry and disgruntled, and much more casual. This was slightly surprising to him. For some reason, he thought the girl would be annoyed by his antics.


"These things usually don't go bad like this." He mumbled to no one in particular as he watched a man appear on the podium below.


"Students! Welcome to your homeroom. I am also your Partner Training teacher, Mr. Soot. This is my assistant, Barran." The tall, lanky-looking man with messy, bright white hair smoothed down his tuxedo before gesturing to...


The guy... Zachary couldn't believe it. It was the same man that had greeted him outside of the school, pink hair, red bandana, wife-beater, cargo shorts and all. His tan muscles bulger forth as he struck a pose, giving the students a confident smile before being rewarded with a few chuckles and giggles.


Zachary ran a hand through the cowlicks of hair framing his mask, a tired sigh echoing from under the visor.


This was the only guy that knew about his Weapon blood.
 
"Students! Welcome to your homeroom. I am also your Partner Training teacher, Mr. Soot. This is my assistant, Barran."


So this was the Mr. Soot she had heard about. He was a tall, lanky-looking man with ruffled and vibrant bright white hair, smoothing said locks before straightening his tuxedo.


She sensed his soul. A strong one. Stable. What many would consider perfect for mentoring students.


Aria found her gaze now swiftly drifting towards the other man, he who had been introduced as Barran. Being the complete opposite of Mr. Soot, he sported bright pink hair, a red bandana, a wife-beater, and cargo shorts, very much revealing his large muscular physique. She knit her brows when he struck a pose, giving the students a confident smile at being granted certain humored sounds.


Yet another powerful soul, but somewhat cocky and prone to indulging within flattery.


Through the corner of her sight, Aria was able to see Zachary's sudden nervousness. "Is something troubling you?" The question itself may be on of kind regards in word form, but her voice was merely curious for curiosities sake, nothing more and nothing less.


((short post is short, sssoooorrryyy


And yes, I think so))
 
Chris and Ash had just entered their new homeroom class "Wow were finally here hey chris do you think we get to dorm together?


"I'm sure we will ash just stay clost to me I don't want you getting hurt okay?'


"But were safe here it's just school"


"Still people are monsters here and some are weapons like you let's go find the teacher"


They walked around the classroom looking for their teacher"
 
"Mush!" A girl with long black hair and red eyes said to a male with black hair and grey eyes. "Faster! I think we're late.." She laughs. The male groans loudly. "Haruhi! You're..." He huffs and puffs. "You're heavy! Tell me why I'm carrying you again?" Haruhi giggles. "Because You love me!~" She said in a singsong voice. He rolls his eyes. "Oh sure I do..." "Shizu-Chan, You love me and you knows it!" She giggles. They make it to homeroom and sighs. Haruhi jumps off the male's back and smiles. "Here we are Shizuo... this is it..." She smirks. Shizuo shakes his head. "You better not do anything to make us get kicked out of here... Understood?" Haruhi sighs and nods. "Yes Sir!"
 
(( Short posts are ok if there really isn't much going on. xD ))


"Is something troubling you?"


The question won Zachary's attention, but only received a quick reply, "No, nothing. Rien."


His attention returned to the podium, where Barran sat back with his arms crossed, letting Soot lead a monologue about things such as schedules, books, equipment, training rules. Things Zachary couldn't care less about, things that were obvious to him.


He heard that there was going to be an assembly shortly after this class, then everyone would receive keys to their dormitories.


"All Weapons and Meisters that are partners will share rooms."


This bit caught him off guard. He didn't know that he'd have to share a room with Aria. Not that it bothered him, but he was rather startled. It seems that the DWMA is trying really had to build up Weapon-Meister partnership.


Zachary did not want to feel as if he was trespassing into her personal space.


And on top of that, he tended to experience insomnia when sleeping in a room with other people. It was a paranoia-centered reflex, one that he could barely control.


If she was going to be in the same room as him, he would have to trust her before falling asleep. 
(( Ronkaime and Soul, your homeroom is with Soot. Same as Zachary and Aria, since it's getting a bit too annoying to keep track of all of the teachers during homeroom introductions.


You guys can just go ahead and barge in. xD ))
 
((Aria's gonna have to stop by the store and grab some sleeping pills, mwahahah))


"Ah, okay then."


Whatever was bothering him must be important, the quickness of his reply confirmed that.


But during the long, seemingly endless speech consisting of generally useless information, Aria's mind went to a place of pondering.


She was on specific terms to maintain a certain attitude and activity. She was under constant watch, constant guard, constant surveillance....even if it did not appear as so.


The girl was a criminal, after all.


Yet even with the great many conditions provided by the leaders of the school, Aria was well-aware of the many loopholes which allowed her some......"creative" freedom. Even so, she was on a lock-down of sort. The headmaster had gone even as far as to assign her what he called a "mentor" for private control training and specific guidance, as he called it. She could only provide an educated guess as to who this would be, and though her suspicions were high, there was no way to be sure.


The school wished to corner her. A person as powerful as herself with such almost uncontrollable abilities was an instant threat. This is why she was offered the deal of enrollment. Being that they assumed that keeping her at the school was less likely to end in the eminent destruction of Death City then if she remained in prison, those very reasons were only a partial fraction of the entire picture regarding her newfound place at the Academy.


Thankfully, she would still find her ways around the regulations.


Why? Because frankly, in all modesty, she was just that good. Though Aria was fully aware that she must tread carefully and with caution. Underestimation of the DWMA’s abilities would only end in her annihilation.


Then the information that she would be sharing a room with this partner of hers also changed everything. Aria’s ears perked up to this knowledge. It genuinely was not smart to keep her in a confined space with another person.


Especially not a person who would look so nice while they were burning.


It must be because it was believed that having another being in her living quarters would keep her in check.


Ha, oh how wrong they were…..so….so very wrong.


It will be wonderful to have another personal human lab rat once more. Her work would begin immediately.


This was indeed lovely news.


((Spade better watch out as well.))
 
(( Aria is terrifying, in an incredibly smart way. Zachary, run. RUN.


Spade's one of those untouchable douchebags. Just try. I dare you to try. Go ahead. xD


I'm going to wait for them other peoples to post before continuing. ))
 
(( No Zach, don't run, embrace the science!!!!!!!


Are you kidding? There's no way she'll/I'll back away from that challenge. Just you watch, he'll wake up missing a kidney after his first night there. :big grin:


Good idea))
 
"I guess you're stuck with me Shizu-Chan~" Haruhi said with a smirk. Shizuo rolls his eyes. "Yea... whatever..." He crossed his arms and looks away. 'I get to share a room with her... that's good... I really don't feel like getting to know new people...' He thought to himself. Haruhi turns away and smiles happily. 'Yay!! I get to share a room with my Shizu-Chan!! Wait.. "My Shizu-Chan"? He's not mine... well atleast I don't think he is. I don't think he likes me like that... does he?' Haruhi got lost in her thoughts.
 

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