Fandom DWMA ~Cafeteria~

[Rui]

Mina

Mina saw the opening, the fight seeming to slow down, her mind darting ahead:
He obviously wants me to take advantage. I've heard of the kid, he isn't an idiot, nor is he insufficient in combat. Does he want to die? Prove a point? Unlikely, must be a test or a trap. Well, I suppose the gauntlet has been thrown down, already, hasn't it?
Her eyes lit up, foreboding as her fist made contact, the blow tossing him up like a rag doll. Her expression, if he managed to look at her as he fell back down, was blissful in a macabre sort of way; terrifying to say the least. once he was almost to the ground, the girl's hand slowly took on pointed shape, fingers arched into an almost viper-like position, prepared to strike.
...and strike she did.
Her hand jabbed into his abdomen, easily knocking the wind out of him, probably causing him to be sick from the blunt force and direct hit to the stomach. She stood over him then, another fit of giggles taking her.
"You may be good at dancing, but my, you're just terrible at this!"
She continued to giggle as she laid her heel into his heaving chest, stomping down with little effort; which for her, was about sixty pounds of pressure. She then proceeded to step up onto her downed opponent, curtsying gracefully on his chest as he would struggle to breathe with her atop him.
"What's the matter, Taz? A little short of breath?" She laughed sharply, her unnerving smile directed solely at him, "You should try cardio, if you're heart's still beating when I'm done with you."
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[The Regal Rper]

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  That was it. That was, the last straw. Seeing his brother in a state he deserved but looking so pathetic in the process hadn't boded well with Freddy, nor had it for any of their friends. But hearing Conor mouth off like this--
  like he thought he had some kind of right to declare who was and wasn't a meister, frustrated Freddy far more than anything ever had before. If there was one thing that him and Winst had in common despite always bickering, it was that they hated and abhorred people like this. People like Conor. Guys who had it good, but somehow got this cocky feeling to mouth off in situations when they got pissy.
  
  Hey, Freddy was no saint. He knew that. His friends and Winst weren't either, and they all knew that. And yeah, he got that they probably could act as better Meisters and Weapons, but despite their attitudes and behaviors, DWMA's core principles were still held firmly in each and everyone of them. Even if they didn't act it out a lot in school, they certainly did in missions and that was the one thing they'd never change.
  
  Conor's words, had just spat on everything Freddy and his friends stood for. And he didn't give a damn if this kid was some powerhouse of Soul Force. It didn't matter to him if Conor was stronger, hell usually he'd back off and be one of the first to reprimand his friends and demand they apologize, but this kid--- this little runt was just-- "UGH!" an angered snarl responded to the direct hit that came in contact with Freddy's back, but his reaction time, if anything proved to be just as good.
  
  As soon as Conor's hit had made contact and he'd bounced off its force a good inch or three, the wheels below Freddy's feet immediately began spinning rapidly, picking up speed and the moment they'd made contact with the ground Freddy's distance and Conor's had increased greatly. And in the same instance a rise of smoke rose to block Conor's vision briefly before it too dissipated in the atmosphere.
  
  For some time, five seconds to be exact, Freddy stayed by his partner's side. His expression still neutral but his eyes still burning. Maybe Conor was right about their actions, but as far as he was concerned no one had the right to spew crap like they owned the place, especially if they weren't related to Lord Symmetry in anyway and he'd heard nothing about it.
  
  A tense jaw relaxed as Freddy's sprawled out position shifted with him using his knee as a brace for the ground and his other hand to provide support. His eyes remained fix on Conor's and that strong presence he was exuding.
  
  After the five seconds were up, both Freddy's eyes closed and his body seemed to relax at having been surprised by the sudden change in Conor's level. "Winst...this guy really ticks me off."
  
  "Now ya see why I wanted to teach him a lesson?"
  
  "Not gonna lie...kinda, yeah." A tired sigh. "I just wanted to watch Taz and Mina's fight not get into one. Tch, damn it. Alright, let's do this. I really doubt we can win, especially since the little twerp seems to have gotten his knots tied up but" Freddy began to glow, and as his body shifted into a dark blue energy and began changing form, the teen kept his eyes fixed on Conor as he began to transform, "I really want to land at least one good hit on him."
  
  Winston's smirk was all he gave in reply. "Then let's give him one good hit for the road." Dark blue hue shifted into a a physical form as Freddy became a dual bladed spear on both front and end of his form. While it wasn't easy to see given his current form and the shortness of its pole, Freddy's wheels hid themselves within the shaft just behind the grooves of each blade underneath small dark blue circular like boards that acted as a deck. Taking hold of his partner and spinning him in the air, Freddy's length extended by the third arc, going up to at least 5 feet in total.
  
  With the duo prepared, both stared Conor down with different expressions. One expressed hidden anger at his audacity, another expressed clear aggression at the opportunity to wail on him. Either case, both of them knew if they were going to start this, they'd better move quickly.
  
  And they did just that. Tossing the spear on the ground, Freddy shrunk back to his regular length and immediately hopping onto the decks that almost covered either blade Winston gave Conor one last insult before they pushed off in a whirl of speed-- he stuck out his tongue and gave him a nasty look. Then in an instant Freddy's wheels were hissing and the two were whirling around, surprisingly enough just out of his Soul Perception's reach.
  
  These two were done playing around and the sudden increase speed- while not on par with Conor's- showed they meant business as Winston lifted Freddy up enough mid-flight to allow the hissing blade of air to make contact with Conor.
  
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  Two things happened when Mina's fist came forward to make contact with Taz's abdomen. One, he tensed his body and flexed his abs only slightly with the aid of the rigidness. Two, he leaned forward into her punch and as he felt it make contact, slowly leaning back a bit to reduce and only barely shave off the tip of her force. Regardless, Taz felt that hit. And the sole fact that she had been able to make him acknowledge this for even one second, was one piece of evidence he needed to confirm that something--something was off.
  
  He'd felt strength like this before. Given the fact that meisters were generally trained to have resilient vigil bodies, and given his own added circumstances and traits plus his past training, getting hit was something he'd learned to get used to while under his mentor's tutelage. But this feeling, brought back memories. It was vague. So, very vague yet still so very familiar. In his past life he'd known someone with something like this...but he couldn't confirm it. Not yet. The differences in their strength went leaps, bounds beyond what he could remember from all those years ago. Especially if that person was still alive. But, that didn't matter, right now, he needed Mina to keep showing him what she had, and well...he couldn't really do that while he was basically getting distracted in the middle of the fight.
  
  The strike sent Taz back like multiple balloons had carried him into the air, then popped suddenly as his feet hit the ground. Slowly he maintained his breathing after her heavy hitter, but it wasn't over yet when Mina delivered another snake jab into his gut momentarily catching Taz by surprise. Not only is she strong, but she's not dumb either huh? He barely had time to fully block this hit, so instead he took the full force, and was knocked back again. This time, Taz hit the ground. And this time, he didn't bother to move. Not because Mina's strike had been so jarring he was left stunned and dazed, but because it had worked and he was recovering from the effects that hit him the most.
  
  Coughing and wheezing was expected, but one thing Mina probably hadn't expected-- one thing no one had expected was that as Mina stood over Taz, foot on chest, adding pressure to make it difficult for him to breathe, basically unaware that she was practically giving him this extremely cliche chance to almost see up her skirt, Taz did something that no one had expected. Not even her. And he did this, right after she said:
  
  

  "What's the matter, Taz? A little short of breath?" She laughed sharply, her unnerving smile directed solely at him, "You should try cardio, if you're heart's still beating when I'm done with you."
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  He smirked. Tazmuir was probably in some serious pain -as far as anyone else could tell- but here he was. Smirking right at Mina, still holding that conceited air, like he was dancing with her just a few minutes ago. It was as if he didn't understand their positions-- his situation. She was clobbering him, and what confused many of their audience and what made several students begin to murmur, was "...did he not get it?"
  
  "Did he snap?"
  
  "What is he doing?"
  
  Despite all the muttering and whispering he could hear, it all became background noise; trivialities he cared little for. Even if Mina had him now, he had her. She was doing what he wanted-- what he wished to see. And that...that was just perfect, because it meant that if she continued like this...well...who knows? All silent murmurs were interrupted with a cough. A loud cough that came directly from underneath Mina's foot but this time it wasn't out of pain, or discomfort it was to clear his throat, to throw away that chuckle that wanted to come out of his throat. In this state, this position, Taz was making no attempts to fight back. He was just...laying there. Smirking at her, watching her, like he'd given up and accepted defeat. But in the end, all Taz's attempts to resist that chuckle, died after her statement. He laughed. His chest moved slowly up and down, even with the small resistance, Mina could tell his chest was moving and even if he did seem to be in pain, all those signs he'd been showing before-- were almost entirely gone. His recovery, was something she may not have factored in, but as it was happening right before her eyes it would be something to take into notice.
  
  A finger came up and wiped a tear away as Taz's laughter died down and his side of the cafeteria was filled with silence. " Mmm hehe, oh Mina." he cooed softly, affectionately. " Ya know, if you keep teasing me like this I may just need to try and steal you away from Kasper" he said, his tone despite being jocular sounding 100% serious, even if it was just a harmless joke to him. One hand moved over and with some effort, grabbed Mina's ankle and with some more effort, Taz began to slowly rise Mina's applied foot off his chest. There was a slight tremble from the act due to her still trying to apply force and his right hand proving resistance, but in that instant Taz was making it clear, he wanted Mina to show him more. Even if he did seem -right now- to match her slightly in what little strength she was using. He was making it clear he wanted to bring out more of whatever it was she was hiding. And the instant he had her leg up high enough, with her foot a good couple inches or so away, he rolled out from underneath her, swerved mid-roll, then in an instant, leaped on all fours in her direction like a puma. Once again there were openings. Multiple, openings. In one strike she could go for his exposed cheek, in the other she could go for his stomach. Arms, use judo to flip him, dodge and grab his legs, or even go for a complete slug while he was still air bound.
  
  Taz wasn't going to hit Mina. Not yet. He needed one more hit. One more strike from her to him, before he decided. And depending on what she had, he'd give her back her just rewards just as soon as she took his bait.
  
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[Sir Les Paul]

Conor O'Neill​

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A smokescreen and a retreat. The weapon must have realized he was outmatched. Still, Conor felt his presence. His Soul Perception may have been blurry, but he realized that the two were at least there. Conor remained still in the smoke, then; if he couldn't see, neither could they. In his mind, there were only three options: the punks ran off scared, the two tried to attack again or they somehow managed to get the others to attack for another group. In any case, Conor was going to be the last one standing.

He stood his ground.

Conor felt their movements, but they remained outside of his perception. Faded blurs he couldn't see. It didn't matter. Once they entered his field of vision, they were in his zone. Victims to his strength. Eventually, they created this opening. Their blade of air cut through the smoke and gave Conor vision of them. Conor covered his forearm with Soul Force: Gauntlet and thrust himself through the blade of air that was launched at him, annihilating it while keeping core of his body defended. He did attain a few minor scratches in his jeans from it, but nothing that drew blood.

More importantly, Conor had a counter attack. One might think his target would be Winston. One would be wrong. Conor, using his Gauntlet, grabbed hold of the bladed edge of Freddy and immobilized him. Plain and simple, Conor was faster and stronger. When he grabbed the weapon, he intended to make him stop. There was more to it than that, though. Once the spearhead was caught and slowed down, Conor slid in beside it and grabbed the shaft of the blade with his free hand--right below the blade itself.

His blue eyes made contact with Winston's before made a single, sly remark, "Not good enough."

Then, Conor unleashed the full force of his Soul Force into Freddy. Like a spark of electricity, his wavelength merged with Freddy's and traveled down the length of the spear directly into Winston. These two were about to learn something. Conor, despite being weakened from his summer activities, still possessed a Strong Soul. And, now, it was pouring into both of them. The thing was... Conor couldn't use a weapon. This wasn't a struggle to use Freddy. This was meant purely for one thing: to subject all three of them to Rejection.

The fight now came down to one thing: which of them was the weakest link. Which of them could not withstand the immensely painful Rejection of souls first. Which one bowed down to the agony of having their Souls grated together like broken bones. Many in the other classes passed out just at the touch of rejection, but Conor had felt it a dozen times if not more. He chose it for this reason. He chose to bring them down with this so that they would know... he could handle more than them. He could handle any burden they could and keep fighting.

But, more importantly, he wanted to show them that neither of them could carry the burden he does.

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Rodney & Zylon
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In the short few seconds Kensei had distracted Kasper for, Rodney had licked his way through half of a giant lollipop.

Once the pony-tailed teen turned back to him, Rodney was about to answer when his quarry's uninterest for the answer was stated. The Glutton shrugged and continued licking through the large treat until Kasper issued his demands, which made the goggle-eyed boy pause.

He looked up at him from his sweet for a moment, until his cheerful smile spread across his face once more. It seems the friendly fellow was excessively pleased at Kasper's agreeable circumstances, it made him overjoyed to hear Kasper say this. As if rainbows and sunshine were radiating from his very being, Rodney had to take a moment to wipe away the tears of happiness which had begun to form in his eyes. Momentarily sliding his goggles up just a bit to wipe them away with a grin before smiling in full force once more.

"I'm-I'm so happy you say that, buddy of mine! This'll be a great exercise in physical communications!" he said before giving a hearty laugh, as if he were having a bite with the gang instead of challenging a student to a brawl "I'll keep me mouth zipped up tight as can be!"

With that he tossed the rest of the lollipop in and swallowed it whole before smiling widely as he hefted Zylon once more. But despite his lips being sealed together tightly, the rising sound of childish giggles could still easily be heard.

"Dude, shoulda ordered him to stop making noise." Zylon sighed as her head formed from the barrel of her weapon-body and glanced back at her Meister "The thought of a closed mouth being enough to silence him is pretty laughable. Guess you ain't too familiar with a Monkey's Paw then? Whatever, don't really care either way."

The DJ glanced back at their quarry before her head disappeared once again and Rodney hefted her up with another series of happy giggles emanating from within his perfectly sealed mouth "Now throw whatever edgy stuff ya want at us so we can get this stupid assignment over with, somewhere there's a steak burger that's about to hit that critical point where the buns gets too soaked with the steak's fluids to stay consistent. Neither of us are the culinary Master my partner is, but even some goth kid like you should know that soggy buns, just ain't fun. So let's go."

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[Rui]

Mina

She watched with little exterior fascination, but a small amount of curiosity creasing her brow. She'd never met someone that was so...like her. Her father had been distant and, well dead for most of her life. Her mother...that was another story entirely. Not one she wanted to go into.
"You aren't impressed enough, I take it. Maybe I'll draw blood this time," she licked her lips, a low growl of pleasure seeping through her parted lips, "that's my favorite part."
Mina took the opening on his cheek with a hand, using blunt force and her nails to rip the flesh just above his right cheekbone wide open, a warm mist of blood collecting on her hand and her own cheek due to her proximity. She flashed him a carnivorous grin, and at that moment, kicked his left knee hard enough to shatter the knee cap like glass. As he fell, she followed him to the ground, pinning him to the floor with a knee pressed into his chest. She leaned down, her tongue ghosting over the slash in his pretty face, humming her approval at the taste. She then leaned down, watching him like a cat watched a wounded mouse.
"You'd better start fighting back," her voice became a breathy whisper, clearly excited, "Or..."

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"Ugh.. for the last time.. I'm not your buddy" protested Kasper, placing a palm to his face and shaking it slightly. Was the fat in his head putting too much pressure on his brain that he simply couldn't understand what Kasper was saying, or was he simply an idiot... either way, his continued positivity was reaching peak levels of annoying. Though throughout Rodney's farcical display, Kaspers chain was slowly edging its way towards its target; a large Dry Powdered Fire extinguisher which hung in the corner of the cafeteria; the dark chain slowly coiling around its cylindrical body.


A smirk appeared on the fringes of his mouth, barely visible to the naked eye. Only those that had been observing him intently would notice the miniscule bit of movement along his lips and only the talented few would pick up on the scent of malice that hid behind such an expression. "Well then..." replied Kasper, towards Zy's eagerness to begin."Take this!.. consider it a commemoration of our agreement!" shouted Kasper, suddenly lashing out with his hand as if he were whipping the air; only it was far more than a simple gesture. With the sudden force, the fire extinguisher was broken free from the wall and sent flying through the air, the dark chain still wrapped tightly around the canister and acting as guidance as the large powder filled extinguisher flew towards Rodney.Though as it neared its target, Kasper's smirk quickly turned into a grin as he plotted his next action; not content with such a dull form of attack. Instead of allowing it to hit Rodney and Zy, or give them an opportunity to shoot it down; Kasper instead yanked back on the outstretched chain, causing it to bind tighter around its current captive with such force that the canister exploded in mid air the high pressure previously contained inside causing the white power to quickly fill the room in a cloud of white smoke, creating a smokescreen.


Without wasting time, Kasper fluidly transitioned into a an anticlockwise twirl, causing the retreating chain to swing around in a perfect circumference before once again flying directly towards the opposing pair, only this time the chain was covered in a layer of white powder making it almost impossible to see from distance whilst the cloud of white smoke remained. Kasper had no concerns about missing his target, after all dodging in such a situation would prove to be difficult for one as large as Rodney. The crowd of onlookers had effectively created a small ring for them to fight in, their bodies acting as the walls that prevented and hindered any of their movement. Their current situation was no different than two fighters duking it out in a wrestling ring. Though not knowing Rodney and Zy's capabilities; Kasper continued to strategize, coming up with the next move should the attack land or miss. However if they were to catch it... Kasper even had a plan for that. ​

Meanwhile, the sensation within Kasper continued to grow; his soul yearning for the taste of madness that it sensed. Whilst Kasper was entertaining the duo of Rodney and Zy, he was missing out on an event he had longed to see and the repercussions of missing out could end up proving to be quite severe.



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[The Regal Rper]

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  Maya watched everything, in complete and utter silence. Not because she was a quiet type of person or was generally closed off, but because the full impact of Conor's soul had assaulted her senses far greater than even Kasper's had managed to almost entirely bitter her sense of taste. The sheer display, the sheer vibrancy of his soul, even if it had been repressed and hidden, was now bare and naked. In many ways, it explained a lot. It explained so much that she became oblivious to everything else that was around her-- everything else she should've been keeping an eye out for between the other fights going on, but instead her thoughts reeled and overwhelmed her. It all made sense now, why he acted the way he did back in class, but also explained why he seemed to have no huge problem with facing off against so many alone. And what's more, it even explained why he didn't have a weapon...with a soul like that, who would?
  
  "It all makes sense", she couldn't help but whisper to herself. A nearby student only glancing in her general direction more out of confusion by her statement then less by her actual attitude.
  
  It was...almost incredible. Watching Conor fight like this. It made her reflect. It made her think back to their fight and that's when she realized if he could've fought like this the entire time...then...does that mean I would've never had a real chance?. The question she asked herself, even though having a feeling that she already knew the answer to it somewhat upset a part of her. A part of her, that she didn't even realize was the reason she'd been so down before, and why she kept drifting between awareness and being unmindful.
  
  For a moment, Maya wasn't sure how to feel. A part of her was conflicted, angry, and upset at having being treated like her own skills weren't adequate enough for him to use abilities like this, another part was unsure how to accept these feelings and let alone even how to deal with them.
  
  And that's when her question from before popped up again when she came across this confliction, "Am I broken?" she found herself pondering. But before any deeper thought could be put on the question, movement in Conor's fight caught her eye and immediately the samurai was drawing her blade ready to jump in. Except, before she could Conor was already making a counter.
  
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  This was it. The perfect chance and the perfect opportunity. Freddy could see it, he could sense it. The moment Conor grabbed him, with Winston still on top the two of them had an unheard connection where they both knew what was about to come but both had a feeling that this was the best chance they'd ever get.
  
  So instead of trying something, they accepted fate, and let things flow naturally. But instead of their hopes working, Winston and Freddy's dreams were crushed as Conor's wavelegnth proved far more than the meister could handle. One full minute of Conor's torture, was one minute too much for Winston. The punk was too stunned to move in landing a blow but not stunned enough to fall off in a complete daze and heap of sweat and shivers.
  
  Freddy could barely pay his fallen Meister mind as he attempted to fight through Conor's the multi-Rejection blast the three- now two, were receiving. This guy's fucking insane?! Who the heck puts someone through something like this, that was it. This game was over, Freddy shifting out of Conor's grasp easily and escaping over to Winston's side back into his human form, meant one thing. He was calling it quits.
  
  Shivering beside his fallen meister, sweat covering his brow and his hair hiding his glare, Freddy looked at Winston, then glanced back at his friends. Ryan sat on a bench in the distance, two tissues shoved up both noses, his head tilted back and a hand making a sign to just "forget it."
  
  A defeated sigh, and slunk shoulders. "Fine." His voice spoke clearly. Slowly, he rose, stumbling only a little as he made his way to Conor, both hands up in surrender. "You win." He said.
  
  But as soon as he said that, a fist came in, quickly right after. Quick enough to catch Conor off guard, despite the effects of Rejection still working on all of them, but inaccurate enough that it missed his mark and hit his shoulder with a tap, barely strong enough to call even a 'punch'. "That's for my bro...and for making me look like a dick. Guys...let's get--"
  
  The Rejection was too much. Freddy collapsed, and Winston passed out. Neither one had the energy to move back to their friends, but their buddies waiting in the distance were hesitant even if they wanted to approach. Right now, they were waiting to see what Conor would do.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  For one second, when Mina slapped the Snapple out of Taz, Taz had to reflect on his life decisions there for one measly second. And after recovering a second later mid-air from the gigantic slap he had received, his only response was to grin internally as his body hit the ground and slid only an inch or so on the polished floors. When Mina came into view, Taz's only response was to just barely let a twitch appear on the corner of his lips right before she made a movement that suggested a strike was going to happen somewhere; both his eyes quickly moved down and saw her foot coming towards his knee. Seeing as how he couldn't block it, Taz slightly curled his leg in and followed her foot movement just barely enough to let the strike still make its mark, but still shave off once again a bit of her force.
  
  When that strike did make contact, Taz couldn't help but lay there and blink for several seconds as the mediocrity of the pain slowly traveled through his leg, then died away as Mina began to come in closer. The only thing he said in response to it, was a barely audible, almost feigned, " Ow." But before he could go on to make a crude joke about that hit, Mina leaned in and Taz braced himself out of reflex.
  
  Her next action, almost surprised him more than Rodney's strange ability to call upon food. But her following words brought him out of that momentary surprise instantly.
  
  "You'd better start fighting back," her voice became a breathy whisper, clearly excited, "Or...I'll Kill You."
  
  Four seconds of silence was Mina's only response. Four. Long, seconds. Taz didn't make a word or a peep in that time. He hadn't yelled when his leg had been hit, but he'd certainly winced to a meager extent. Now that she'd said what she wanted, his body had more or less grown lax. He wasn't responding, but from the feeling of his breath tickling her neck amidst their closeness and the way his chest continued to show resistance despite her obvious weight, he was certainly still aware of everything she was doing.
  
  " Alright..." Taz answered, when five seconds had passed. " If you want me", a hand came into view, gentle fingers guiding Mina's eyes to Taz's, " to get serious, you've earned it." he whispered back, mimicking her breathy whisper. Another hand cupped Mina's cheek and then moved over to fiddle with her hair nonchalantly.
  
  Even after his statement, he was still making her seem like she wasn't worth much of his time. In truth, it was quite the contrary.
  
  " But..." Taz hummed his change of tone present, the hand that had gently been holding her chin now moving to fiddle with the left side of her hair. " Don't regret anything, when things get serious."
  
  No more words were said. Two hands quickly barred down on Mina's shoulder's less than a second later, smacking down like vices and suddenly strength that Taz had briefly displayed before returned as he literally, shoved the girl completely off of him, using his own body to aid the process and shunting her back to the floor where he'd just been resting. But if Mina thought Taz was going to end there, she was wrong. She wanted him to fight back, and if that's what she wanted than he was all but too willing to comply.
  
  The second her rump hit the ground, Taz's form was instantly on her again. Both hands moved in like a clamp, cupping her cheeks and her head. Fingers away from her mouth but hands applying almost no painful pressure. Any resistance however, would prove futile as Taz closed the extremely narrow gap between them as he came in.
  
  Forehead met titanium, Taz's forehead, slammed into Mina's with a force that made the audience literally cringe from the impact. He, was only slightly dazed from the hit, but in a second or three he'd recover instantly. When his headbutt was delivered, Taz again, shoved Mina backwards into the ground all signs of gentleness, all signs of affection he'd shown, gone. Nonexistent, as he deliberately made sure the back of her head met the ground with just enough force to ensure she was just as buzzed as a regular person would be from an accidental trip, if his headbutt had miraculously not been enough. Immediately after that, he rose with one hop backwards, increasing the distance between them. More so to allow Mina to recover, and give her space to breath, as well as to watch her reactions than anything else.
  
  If she wanted him to get serious, her hits had shown him she was worth getting serious over. And now, there was no point in playing this game anymore. It was time he did what he came here to do.
  
  Kick ass.
  
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Rodney & Zylon

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"Yeah yeah, whatever." Zylon muttered while Rodney continued savoring the taste off lollipop on his tongue, happily enjoying it when the sound of something being torn from a wall drew his attention to the incoming extinguisher.

Rodney tilted his head to the side as he was suddenly surrounded by puffy, fluffy whiteness, turning just in time to spot Kasper again before they were surrounded by it. The powder was cool to the touch and had an all around nice texture to it. Oh that Kaspie, even Rod hadn't thought about the potential overheating they may undergo while fighting. What forethought!

Zylon meanwhile merely released a sigh as she watched Rodney glance around them in joyful awe while sniffing at the air, she was about to tell him to start blasting away when she noticed a growing sound.

She deliberated whether or not she should warn the big lug about whatever that metal thing was coming towards them. It would take less than a second and probably get them some kind of edge but... like... that would be an entire second she could've used to do nothing. It would be a critical loss to her as a person.

Rodney however tilted his head once more as he smelt some change in the air around them, different from the white powder yet the same. He couldn't quite tell what it was really, what with the white stuff everywhere. White as a pleasant snowy breeze! And a quick glance down at Zylon proved that his weapon was taking one of her infamous 'Mid-Battle breaks', and he wouldn't want to interrupt that by asking her what it was, so he decided to just roll the dice and focus on closing the distance between him and his new buddy. Oh how fun this'll be for everyone!

Angling Zylon's barrel behind him, Rodney crouched before breaking into a charge towards where he remembered Kasper to be. But once his feet were off the ground he pulled the trigger. A grenade impacted with the ground right behind him and the resulting explosion blasted the large boy several yards into the air. A muted squeal of enjoyment coming from him as he was sent head over heels towards where he remembered Kasper to be.

Zylon kept a relaxed air about her even as she and her meister were sent flying, though her eye did appear on the side of her weapon-form as she noticed that faint metal sound passing under them. Whatever... the big guy could handle himself for the time being.

As the faint sound of snoring began emanating from his partner, Rodney took aim in Kasper's initial general direction before firing two grenades then pausing with a confused look before glancing to see a grenade jammed in her loading mechanism. Taking a split second to pout at this, Rodney shrugged, regrew his happy-go-lucky smile, gripped Zylon in both hands and raised her above his head before swinging her down blade-first as he sailed to the ground. Hopefully if he caused enough explosions the audience wouldn't mind the current deafened visibility, they did come all this way to 'see' a healthy battle after all. Gotta keep the adrenaline flowin for 'em!

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The resulting blast had for the briefest of moments blown the cloud of powder away, revealing the large figure soaring above him; his chain missing Rodney's feet by mere inches as it stopped just short of hitting another student spectating a few feet behind. "Tch" he muttered, yanking back the chain as he instinctively looked skyward to where the flying fatso was; Kasper's eyes catching a glimpse of Rodney attempting to fire off more rounds as he took aim.

Concentrating on his free hand, Kasper quickly transformed the lower half into the blade of his sword; the elbow all the way to the fingers taking on a sharp black edge. The length of the blade was much longer than his forearm as was the width. which was almost six times the width of his limb. With quick thinking, he coiled the black chain around his right arm; essentially making it a forearm gauntlet before catching the first shot with his right hand and parrying the second with his newly transformed sword arm. The second flechette landed a few meters away from where Kasper stood; landing amidst a group of spectators.

Using his lightweight to his advantage as well as the resulting blast from the second flechette he had parried; Kasper took a page out of Rodney's book and dodged his following blade swing; riding the explosion as he jumped in mid air and transitioned into several back-flips before finally landing several yards away, his right hand still clasped around the first flechette; only now it had lost its glow and diminished in size; the wavelength infused within the projectile no longer there. A dark black aura emanated from the chain wrapped around his hand; Kasper's eyes glowing a crimson red as he stood there unfazed. "Delicious" he snickered, a bit of drool dripping from his lips. Kasper had siphoned the energy within the shot' diminishing its power and replenishing his own at the same time.

Several students had gotten caught up in the blast' many of which where able to endure the shockwave due to their training though that only helped some of them. Amidst the group that had taken the brunt of the explosion were a couple of new students whose lack of training and experience resulted in leaving them fully defenseless against the second flechette's blast. Like ragdolls they were flung backwards; their bodies smashing into the walls behind and knocking the pair of them out. "Oi, Rodney!" shouted Kasper, his tone rather jovial. "Didn't anyone teach you not to shoot in doors?" he continued to tease as he completely ignored the fact that it was due to his own actions that they were 'attacked'. You couldn't really punish someone for acting in self defense.

"Anyway's... forget about them for now.. lets focus on our little game... haha.. try and make it a bit more fun eh?.. I can't have my sweet little Mina having all the fun now... It just wouldn't be fair if I was forced into a dull charade... while she got to go all out" As he said this, his face slowly transitioned from his normal soft fair complexion to a hardened black exterior resembling the black skull often found on his weapon form. Like the sword and chain, it was far more durable then your standard materials. With a tilt of the head, Kaspers once jovial tone became far deeper and more serious; an underlying feeling of rage tinged with blood lust could be felt as his voice reverberating powerfully through the room with such ferocity that several spectators had cowered backwards in natural prey like instincts.

'Come now.. Show me everything.. Show me the depths of your strength.. forget about the bystanders and focus solely on this fight... your flashy display has garnered an iota of my interest.. do not disappoint me now.. for the punishment of doing so will be severe... " he taunted, his voice resembling something almost demonic.
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It worked. He could feel the painful jolt surging through him. It was as if electricity set fire to every nerve in his body; particularly those in his hand. He flooded his arm with his Wavelength to try to combat the rejection--something he had tried in the past by recommendation of an instructor--only to make his arm last longer. His entire body tensed up as did theirs. The difference, however, is that Conor had felt this pain dozens of times before. He couldn't recall the number of weapons--even elites--that the Staff tried to pair him with. Thirty? Forty? Fifty? None of them worked. Even those that claimed to match anyone. No wavelength thus far could match his.

He felt the pain of it. He had almost become numb to it. Like an assassin that drank his own poison, he developed a resistance to it. Those two? They were in some of the most excruciating pain of their lives.

Winston fell first. Go figure. Freddy lasted longer before he shifted out of his weapon form. No surprise--he was the considerably tougher of the two. Conor felt his muscles stiffened still by the residual effects of the Rejection. This is where he had less advantage. It didn't matter how accustomed he was to the pain; his resistance, if any, to the damage done to his body due to the wavelength Rejection was only minor. What he saw, however, is strength. Freddy had the strength to overcome this paralyzing pain enough to hit him.

That much Conor could respect.

Conor looked down at Freddy, but with a different attitude. "Get up. Get up right now," Conor said. His tone was aggressive, but considerably different. He shifted from his predatory tone to something more akin to a coach. The type of coach that tore into you to bring out your inner strength. That last little bit of reserve. "Get up and hit me again. Not on the shoulder. Not in the arm. Get up and hit me in the goddamn face--like a man." Conor explained.

It made sense now. Conor offered some respect to Freddy. The others were too scared to do anything. Conor was offering him a chance at redemption. Maybe with a better partner, this could have been avoided. Maybe they could have won. Hell, if not for Winston instigating this mess, Ryan would have never been bloodied up and Freddy would have never intervened. Conor was offering Freddy that particular chance. A chance to get in one last hit. A chance without Winston. A chance without Conor absolutely overpowering him.

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Mina

The Pinkette took the blows he had to offer, her face blank of all emotion except for the smallest hint of a smile.
Her body hit the floor, and her face shattered into the biggest shit eating grin, eyes wide and alert despite the head trauma. The other students, the lunchroom, everything faded away. Her most primal instincts had taken control...
The black blood had command.

"How exciting!"
Her body shook, convulsing with laughter that rang out loudly, unnatural and sharp in the nearly silent cafeteria.
"Now we can really have fun..."
She stood shakily, although her tremors were not from weakness. Her eyes, oh her eyes...all but the blood red irises were black as pitch, directed solely at Taz in a way that could make Death's skin crawl.
She walked towards him slowly, eerily, closing the gap between them, her head seemingly swaying as her hair did, to some unheard melody.
ashes. ashes, we all fall...
She disappeared; she had been perhaps a yard away from Taz, and in a mere second she was gone, her breath against the back of his neck the only give away to her presence, which was of course intended. Her lips brushed his ear as she whispered,
"...Down."
The kick came hard and fast, the small of his back at the mercy of her powerful legs as she planted her heel near the base of his spine, sending him spiraling forwards and down to the floor. Another blow came out of nowhere, a sharp kick to the ribs, a stomp on the now bruised small of his back, another to the other side of his rib cage. She showed no mercy, showering kicks on him in rapid succession without pause. It was as if she intended to stomp him the death.
meanwhile, the crowd looked on in horror as her foot made contact with his jaw, a sharp crack following. But, with this latest attack, she'd left him an opening; her ankle. She'd left his arms and hands unmarred for a reason. As he had tested her, she was testing him. After that kick though, would he be aware enough to follow her breadcrumbs?
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  Five seconds went by without a single word. Six seconds and there was still silence. Nine... Twelve. Freddy finally found the energy within, to do one thing that came close to Conor's efforts of encouragement-- he sighed. It was a tired sigh. A drawn out one. One that showed, he really didn't have the energy in him to move a muscle. And more importantly, why should he try? With the way he felt right now, he doubted heavily he could get the strength to even do better than the small tap he'd given Conor earlier and even then that was just his best guess if he could muster the strength to even stand. There's literally no point in this, guy. Freddy just told himself through Conor's goads of encouragement.
  
  I'm tired-- a hand twitched.
  
  Winston's out of it-- a foot twitched.
  
  And frankly you just kicked our asses in front of a bunch of people. Winston's hand slowly edges towards an object.
  
  "Honestly..." a weakened Freddy says from below, "I don't see a-- ka?--" a stray grape finds itself bouncing off of Freddy's forehead and rolling over to a steady stop at the toe of Conor's shoe.
  
  Freddy, remained silent. Anything he had initially planned on saying left his mind immediately. In fact, he didn't even bother to continue what he had intended to say to Conor. Instead he remained still and waited for something else to happen. Something, he was expecting.
  
  Another stray grape bounces of Freddy's forehead moments later, and the dark blonde, now looks a little bit redder. "Winst--"
  
  "Shut it." The meister retorts, completely aware of how much of a pain he was being in this crucial moment. A stray grape barely manages to hit Conor's shoe, and then another goes back and rolls off Freddy's back. "Ki-- urp... Punch him."
  
  There was silence. Freddy had barely had the strength to move before but somehow Winston's antagonism seemed to be the pick-me-up he so sorely needed. Managing with some effort to work his arms in a way that tilted his position so he could face his horribly irritating partner, the complete look of disinterest and animosity said it all before Freddy even needed to say it. But say it, he did. "Excuse me?"
  
  Another grape hits both their enemy and Freddy. "I said--...P-Punch him, harder than that." Winst repeated. Despite his voice barely being easy to hear, thanks to the silence the cafeteria now was in on both sides, minus the occasional explosions, Winston's aggressive tone sounded like it was slowly finding its way back into his voice.
  
  "Shut it" He cut in before Freddy could speak up. "Look... we both know, you can do it. So quit stalling and do it. You and I both know, Ryan still isn't gonna take this down well, even after I started all this...so quit stalling and punch him so we can get back what we came here for."
  
  "..." It was hard to tell since Freddy had started to slowly begin picking himself up off the ground. But Winston's remark had added just the smallest pinches of a grin to the corners of his lips. Both hands pushed off using the tiled floor for support as both Freddy's legs wavered and almost buckled from the sudden sway of motion and dizziness the world suddenly seemed to be in. But despite his jarred state, Freddy could still see Conor still in that position, waiting for his strike. And by Jove he'd give him what they'd all been wanting.
  
  No more than a foot away, Freddy's pace quickened as best as a dizzy person's gait could get. "Your apologies need work you know?" He said in his Meister's direction. Eyes still fixed on Conor and left hook up for a jabbing. The only response they could all hear was a grumble. Within a second or two the Weapon had closed the distance. Leg muscles aching and twitching, begging for relief from their burden-- Freddy managed to get close enough to Conor that just as he tripped on his own shoes, he was able to lean in and give Conor a right hook, just below the jaw before he hit the ground and rolled a few inches away.
  
  With his hit delivered and all energy sapped, Freddy was done as his friends came rushing in to drag both him and his partner out. But if anything Freddy had to admit... as he and Conor locked eyes through their side's retreat, the Weapon was sure of it; he'd have hated to be the one to face Conor the day he'd have to get serious enough to go all out.
  
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  The look in Mina's eyes caused several students who could see her the clearest, to suddenly shiver from the sudden change in her attitude. From doughnut loving sweet heart, to a manic possessed by who knows what. It was bound to make anyone frazzled. But if anything, Tazmuir remained still as he watched her from the distance. The girl was bizarre, no doubts about that. Her transgression from her facade to her neglected self, however was what Taz wanted to see the most. And now that he finally was starting to see its shimmers, one thing became increasingly clear to Taz as Mina's laughter echoed through the cafeteria walls: he was beginning to understand why she didn't let this side of her out as often as she easily could. Not that it would go against DWMA rules or anything like that, but simply because of how others would perceive it and associate it to those rules. But if anything came even close to surprising Taz during Mina's little episode, it was that for one brief nanosecond he actually thought to himself, she sorta looked good in this new light. At the very least she wasn't lying to herself. Nor did she look that bad either.
  
  That one thought, had caused Taz to momentarily lose track of his sense of surrounding to reflect on why he was even thinking this now. Anymore reflection ceased instantly, when he felt the tension change and heard light imposing steps approaching him from behind. And whether it was confidence that this strike wouldn't be as powerful as her last or whether it was his own ego getting in the way of taking a chance, Taz knew the moment Mina's heel met his back, that he should have dodged.
  
  Force pushed forward, motion forward was stopped with a sharp kick to the side. As Taz saw the incoming kick, he turned his back only slightly to face Mina's foot, just barely allowing his back to absorb some of the damage from the first kick to his rib cage. The stronger sense of pain that made it to him this time, was more palpable than the baby pokes he'd been getting before. This one stung and he freaking hated it. He hated every single second of it. Yet even then, even despite that hate, he still loved it.
  
  Unintentionally, Taz found himself preparing a taunt in Mina's direction, but whether she'd done it out of dumb luck or had seen his lips part, the blow to the jaw caused a crack that literally sent several people cringing out of sight. That one strike, that one hit to the jaw, didn't do anything but just seriously irritate his neck. The true damaged lied in the fact that Mina had made Taz, bite right into his tongue.
  
  Fingers slowly clenched, as Taz forced away the feeling of pain in his mouth and forced away the pangs of anger that flicked on like a match. A stomp on his back, a kick to his right, didn't help in settling his own anger at having made such a foolish mistake in the process. Pursed lips puckered as he spat a bit of blood out onto the tiled floors beneath, in between Mina's hop over to kick him yet again. At this point his body had grown adjusted to it, but the damn dull stings she was now leaving behind were only adding on to his already lit aggravation. And that's when it literally hit him as he shaved off the force of Mina's latest kick by rolling onto his other side.
  
  Your'e testing me...aren't you? His light blue eyes meeting Mina's own ecstatic pinkish red. The next kick that came, came harder than the others, as if in response. And if that was the case, Taz was going to use this bubbling annoyance to comply to her request. One strong kick came towards his rib cage yet again. But instead of allowing himself to take the blow as he had before, Taz's hand wrapped itself around her intentional exposure, firmly grabbing her ankle, than using her own motion and a kick off with his right leg to propel himself in a roll, the upperclassmen used both Mina's momentum and his dodge to pull her -left leg first- into his proximity. Every second he reeled her in, he slowly adjusted her footing above any chance of a possible recovery with his hand still wrapped around her ankle. And as he reeled her into the fall, Taz's grip on Mina's ankle only tightened as he suddenly pulled the floor away from both her feet, making sure she went down if not face first then certainly ensuring that she hit the floor hard for equal measure of playing so roughly.
  
  " If you wanted to play games Mina", the pressure on Mina's left ankle lightened as his left foot applied a sudden new weight on her right inner thigh, " then you should've just asked nicely." One quick spit mixed with a little blood, and the pressure on Mina's right thigh disappeared as her opponent suddenly curled himself around her entire left leg and than doing a spin to reduce impact as he hit the ground, held her left ankle in a submission lock inches just out of her reach. If Mina even tried to move, the pressure on her ankle went from intense to crushing. If she attempted to kick one of Taz's legs off to dislodge the lock, he would kick her locked leg, by stomping down on her inner thigh. "You wanted a test?" he stated. " You wanted worthiness?" he asked rhetorically as the pressure on her ankle increased. "You've got it. Now", a casual glance back with a cocky grin on his face was response to whatever reaction she was having now, "take charge and get out of of this. You have a minute" Without a second to waste, Taz's attention went straight back to the ankle lock as he bear hugged her leg. And every second that went by, was only a second doubled in pain.
  
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Rodney landed with a hop in his step, the tip of Zylon's blade tapping against the heavily reinforced floor, muted giggling following him the entire way. He was momentarily distracted by several injured spectators, but glanced back to Kasper with the same smile on his face before raising Zylon.

But then Kaspie started having one of his 'moments' as Rodney was now coining it. Realizing he had the time, the larger boy sat Zylon on the ground as his new buddy began giving his speech. He pulled a paper and pen from his pockets and made sure to write down the names of the students who'd been injured so far so he could invite them to a get-well jamboree later, occasionally glancing up and smiling to show he was still paying attention to his newest bestie while still keeping others in mind. He wondered what kind of sweets they liked? Eh, he'll just ask 'em later when he had free time.

He stuffed his pad away, noting that Kasper seemed halfway done with that spiel of his. Having already undergone some kind of transformation thing, it seems he was somewhat more interested now. Good for him!

Since he couldn't vocalize how happy he was, Rodney gave another muted giggle before applauding him whilst hopping up and down enthusiastically. The force of his massive form hitting the ground repeatedly made his weapon clatter on the ground beside him until the DJ's eye open on her side with a groan of annoyance.

"Oi, oi Rod!" she called out

The larger boy paused in his congratulatory movements to glance down at his weapon, with a movement of his foot he flipped her into the air in front of him where he could easily grab hold of her and turn her unamused eye towards him.

"Hey there big guy, do me a solid will ya?" she asked as he tilted his head "Kinda sleepin' here, quakes ain't good for that kinda thing. So quit with the quakes, eh?"

Rodney shrugged while giving her an apologetic smile, then gripped her properly once more.

Zylon sighed at the non-committal response, about to explain the importance of her mid-battle breaks as she scanned the area. Her eye glanced about for a moment, pausing once she caught sight of Kasper for a moment. She looked over his transformations for a moment before suppressing a snicker and glancing back at Rodney "Hey Blubber-Boy, tell me that's not Tails over there in the cosplay."

Her partner nodded happily, still enjoying himself far more than he logically should, but gosh darn it was playing with his friends fun!

When Zylon looked back again she had to suppress even more snickers before sighing in a humored manner "Yeah, yeah okay big guy." She spoke through her own restrained laughter "Just-just get back in there damn it, it's too early for this kind o' crap."

With that her eyes closed once more and Rodney nodded happily before giving a big, joyous thumbs up to Kasper and crouching low.

Pushing forward with his rear leg, Rodney took off into a jolly run which...actually seemed to cover ground far quicker than one would assume from his size. He happily twirled Zylon in one of his thick hands as he approached, it almost looked as if he was prancing through a green meadow of butterflies and flowers instead of charging towards an opponent during a duel.

He let his weapon's blade scratch along the ground as he ran, humming a merry tune of his as he went. Halfway there he switched her to his other hand, brightened his smile and begun swinging the large weapon rapidly at him in a flurry of blade slashes. Oddly enough it seemed as though he was actively aiming for Kasper's more durable, armored parts, the force behind each blow being enough to push back but not being anywhere near enough to pierce that shell.

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Cpnor watched as Freddy fought with his own body. His Soul Perception was slowly returning as the effects of Rejection wore off his body, but he didn't need any extrasensory abilities to see the struggle Freddy went through. He had the will. Maybe not the pride. His ego was likely more bruised than his body. But, this weapon had a stronger will than most.

Seconds passed and it seemed like he had given up. In all reality, a full minute of Rejection would likely leave these students with some long-lasting effects. If it was anything like the first few times Conor withstood it for long-periods of time, their hands would be burning and tingling in their extremities, particularly points of contact, for the next few days. Fatigue. Vertigo, maybe. Maybe it was too much for the weapon. Then Winston started antagonizing Freddy and that seemed to be enough.

It wasn't some magical rejuvenation. Conor could see that plainly. Freddy didn't find some energy deep down inside of him; he just found the strength to use what little he had left. A part of Conor was glad to see Freddy stand. Another part of Conor found it pathetic that he needed encouragement from someone like Winston to do it.

Then came the moment of truth. A cruel thought ran through the mind of Conor. Maybe it was because he was fourteen and in some ways, he felt the world still revolved around his adolescent mind and catered to his individual desires. Maybe it was because he was disappointed that it took Freddy so long. Maybe, just maybe, seeing that Freddy needed encouragement from Winston just to stand just too petty.

Conor considered it. He could dodge, easily. His body, while sluggish, was definitely the faster of the two. He could knock Freddy back on his ass with ease. He could have taunted the weapon just to slam him back down. Conor could drive this nail home with ease. It would be cruel... to just shatter Freddy like that after all he wanted was to defend Ryan. Conor considered cruelty.

But, he offered mercy. He took the punch square on the jaw, even swayed into it, only to flow with the punch to minimize its impact. Freddy fell to the ground after, Conor stood like a statue with his upper body and neck turned in the direction of the punch.

A second passed.

Conor straightened up, then looked all around. His eyes had their lock with Freddy for a moment, but his moment had passed. Now he took a moment to allow his eyes to individually fall on each person in the room--even Ryan--before ultimately Winston.

"Let us all talk a stroll down memory lane. I was given an assignment by one of our instructors not to interfere with Kasper or Mina," Conor explained in a dry, abrasive voice, "and, you all found it cowardly that I would listen to such instructions. You picked this fight with me. You took took the first swings. You thought because I would follow instructions that I would not or could not fight you. The reality is that not a single one of you could fight me."

Conor then began to walk casually over to Winston. While their bodies were still weakened and nigh-paralyzed from the effects of Rejection, Conor was already walking without hindrance. One might compare it to Jason from Friday the 13th. Was it really possible? Could he just stroll on over after that? ...yes. Yes he could.

Conor looked down at Winston. His eyes full of judgement and prejudice at this point. This was the disgusting figure that resulted in these people getting hurt--and that was an opinion you could see in the icy eyes of the solo Meister. "What if I Monster? A rogue Witch? What if I high-level Kishin Egg? What if you thought five of you could fight someone you couldn't--foes we are being trained to fight--and you put your entire team in danger due to it? The way it looks now, you, Ryan and Freddy would all be dead and two of you would be running back to the DWMA to report it. You, Winston, don't deserve to call yourself a Meister--like I am. I had to prove myself over and over to be called a One-Star Elite and you get what title?" Conor allowed his final assault to be verbal. The reality was sinking in. Ranks, titles, partnerships... it didn't necessarily matter. Decisions, both good and bad, mattered. Winston made a shitty one.

Conor allowed a moment of silence before he added just one more thing, "You will get yourself and others that follow your dumbass killed with your attitude. Understand that. I don't expect your friends or partners to stop following you around, but I want you to know... someday their blood may be on your hands," Conor explained to him in a tone that could be equated to a hailstorm. Each little word battering those below. "People like you are why I decide I'm best off alone," Conor added before stepping back from Winston and walking in the general direction he recalled Maya last.

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Kasper stood in his spot, his right eyebrow twitching slightly in annoyance as he watched Rodney and Zy converse, blissfully ignoring him in the process of their little argument; though rather then lashing out in frustration or taking an opportunity to strike, Kasper instead observed the pair; noting how quickly Rodney had switched from ranged combat to close quarters. Ironically despite being a Sword himself, Kasper wasn't well trained in effectively using his left hand in close quarters combat, given his dominant hand was his right and the mobility of having his left hand changed into a large blade was quite minimal. If Rodney was to turn this into a close quarter melee than things would have to change. Taking a deep breath, the transformation to his left hand was ceased; the obsidian blade vanishing in a cloud of black smoke. Instead, Kasper looked over to his right hand which was currently encapsulated by the chain in a form resembling a black gauntlet and focused more on the chain itself, a faint glow emanating from it as it came to life once more, the tip of the chain shaking slightly as it began to slither up his forearm, proceeding across his back and finally down the length of his left arm, coiling around his hand in a similar fashion to how it currently was on his right, effectively creating a replicate gauntlet. The portion of the chain that connected the two gauntlets remained behind him; hanging limp just below his waist line. Utilizing his chain at full length, gave him enough slack on either arm to still allow him greater freedom of movement as well as greater mobility in his left hand which was no longer being hampered by the length of the blade. Flexing his fingers, Kasper looked up in satisfaction just in time to see Rodney charge at him; the guys speed not matching his size. Barely able to react in time, Kasper raised both hand upwards, mimicking the pose of boxers as he covered his face and used the durability of the chain to absorb the brunt of the force.

"More!... More!.. Come at me with everything!" he jeered. All the while going along with Rodney's charge.

Unsurprisingly, Kasper was being pushed backwards; the crowd of spectators behind him quickly making a parting in the crowd to allow the dueling combatants enough space to fight in, though no matter how much space was given there was always a limit. Sensing that the wall was fast approaching, Kasper decided to end their little game; the smirk partially hidden underneath the black mask he wore signalling the change in his mien. Kasper had toyed with Rodney long enough, the opposing meister showing a level of speed and technique that was uncharacteristic for a man his girth, yet even his speed and strength paled in comparison to what he desired and the momentary blemish of interest he had was now beginning to falter.

Without hesitating, Kasper lowered his guard at the final moment and slumped his arms down giving Rodney the perfect opportunity to strike him; though this was all a facade to lure him in close. Without even flinching or attempting to dodge, Kasper took the hit directly to his head; the obsidian skull taking the impact and protecting Kasper, though a few trickles of blood began to meander down either side of his face. Not even wasting a single moment, Kasper raised both arms upwards and grabbed either side of the central portion of Zy. Grasping her firmly on the red and black circular patterning near the center of her body. His nails dug into her side in an attempt to grip her in place and any opposing force would leave several large scratches against her. Satisfied that he had a strong grip, Kasper proceeded to the next part of his counter attack; an opening appearing in the chains at the base of both palms revealing a dark ominous aura which illuminated the small darkness between his palm and Zylon. "Your partner seem's half asleep... perhaps the music of my soul will wrestle her out of her slumber" he laughed , sticking his tongue out as he finished. Portions of his wavelength were being forcefully transfered into Zylon at alternating intervals and varying degrees of potency. In musical terms, it would have been like a symphony gone completely wrong.

Give the nature of Kasper's soul and the sheer intensity of his emotions, the experience Zylon would be feeling certainly would not be pleasant. The dark and turmulous emotions that swarmed within Kasper weere now being forced into Zylon; as if a sinister nightmare was being played out in front of her; an almost carbon copy of his own mask appearing before her eyes.

"Sink into depravity"





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  Amidst the spreading chaos that was currently occurring on the floor below, a lone student sat towards the far corner of the second floor; isolated from the few other students that had clambered up the stairs to get a better look at the fights currently taking place. Unlike the majority of the students currently clustered into the cafeteria, Darius showed little actual interest in the fights themselves. After all he didn't come to the cafeteria to be entertained, no, he was here for a whole other reason. With a sigh, Darius straightened his posture, pulling himself upright on the sofa almost to the point that he was sitting at a perfect right angle, his right leg crossed over the left and his right hand currently clasped around a rather ornate tea cup; his left hand idly tapping away on the tabletop as his eyes focused in on the monitors in front of him. Displayed on the screens were the two fights that he had been assigned to overlook as part of his mission assigned to him via Dr Macson. Though given how quickly things tended to go south, it came as no surprise that a third scuffle had occurred; the unscheduled fracas being transmitted directly to him via his familiar. Out of the three fights; the latter was the one he put the least importance in; seeing as it was out of the missions current scope; yet given his nature he couldn’t completely ignore it. There was also the fact that on a personal level, he did tend to side more with Connor, than he did the ruffians given his distaste for unruly behaviour and false bravado.. Even one as reserved as he could not deny that he may have lashed out in a manner similar to what Connor had done; though probably on a smaller and less sadistic scale. Deciding to let Connor toy with them more, Darius returned his focus onto the duo currently attracting the most attention: Mina Saito; the potentially unstable Black blood carrier and Tazmuir V. Klovic; the almost literal personification of confidence and arrogance; though he at least could back it up through action; unlike Connor’s current victims.
  
  The faint sound of clicking heels, gently touched the ground. With each step they grew louder, and before the vigilant student even realized, waves of incense tickled his nose. “Busy as ever I see.” A phlegmatic voice intoned. And without even waiting for an invitation, the woman had placed herself in a seat just right of Darius’ as she too turned her attention towards the fight.
  
  Every now and then, Darius might’ve felt something. Had this sense that this woman, this professor, was more focused on him than she was the fight. As if the fighters weren’t her main concern at all. As if she, were here to study him. After several seconds of this strange tension filling the air, her calm voice broke the awkwardness, “Well? What are your thoughts?”
  
  And no sooner had she said this, did Mina’s strike land on Taz’s cheek. Several pained hisses could be heard as the view of both fighters were blocked, by the shuffling of hyped students, and in this moment, the woman’s question continued to hang high in the air.
  
  "Unfortunately" he sighed, before raising the cup to his mouth and taking a sip; his eyes momentarily closed as he did so. There was no reason not to enjoy a good cup of tea whilst 'on the clock'; though his real intention was to get one last good whiff of the aroma before his senses were overtaken by the potent scent of incense. Lowering the cup back down onto the table, Darius scooted over slightly unfazed by Ruby imposing herself onto this booth. It wasn't a gentleman's duty to push away a lady, much less one who had gone through all the trouble to find him. Without dabbling on needless pleasantries, Darius proceeded to answer her question; his tone rather direct.
  
  "The ruffians currently engaged with Connor are unfit for actual fieldwork.. Connor however is very promising" replied Darius, grabbing a spoon and stirring the tea slightly. "Though.. he isn't the one I was assigned to watch over..." he added tapping the spoon slightly on the rim of the cup and placing it back down. "Not much has really happened aside from a rather risque dance between Mina and Tazmuir.. Kasper doesn't seem particularly eager or interested in sparring with Rodney and his..." Darius stopped suddenly as the events going on in the first monitor caught his attention; the fight between Mina and Tazmuir finally getting underway. "Aside from this assignment.. are there any counter measures in place for the girl?" he inquired, glancing towards the instructor.
  
  A hand gently came to cushion Ruby’s chin as she tilted her head to the side in feigned confusion. “Counter measures?” she repeated. “Explain”, she encouraged. The confusion still hinted in her voice.
  
  “I have heard rumors that she is a carrier of the black blood... given its unpredictability, this spar could quickly escalate into something more” he replied, now looking at Ruby directly. “I understand my assignment and that I am here to prevent such an occurrence from happening in the first place… yet with so many students in the immediate vicinity, wouldn’t it be unwise to not have a counter measure?”
  
  No response was made. He was right, no doubt about that. Mina Saito, was a tough one. And that was exactly what made her so dangerous. Her time on DWMA’s property and years since her rescue weren’t something any teacher that was still present and had been a part of that mission from that time could forget. Then again, a lot had changed. Twelve years may seem long to these students now, but to Ruby it’d been a simple prolonged vacation till something new would eventually spring forward for them to take care of.
  
  -Tink-
  
  “Your order, Miss Ruby.” A student said with a gentle smile gracing her lips. Ruby’s confused look, shifted into one of thoughtfulness as she took up her own cup of tea.
  
  “Thank you, you may go Rebecca.” And with that she took a sip, completely ignoring Darius’ question entirely. Like it either didn’t matter or the answer was obvious. Either way, Ruby acted as though the question wasn’t worth her time. It was only after she set her Chamomile tea down, that she offered him a response; and even then that still didn’t answer his question.
  
  “Tell me, Darius, what do you think of DWMA’s training regime?”
  
  “Huh?!” replied a rather dumb struck Darius, shooting up onto both feet and looking down at Ruby in perplexity. He was completely taken aback by how she easily dismissed the potential threat as if it were nothing. However after a few moments of consideration, Darius opted not to pursue it any further realizing that her status entitled her to more information regarding the students; most of which was probably designated on a ‘need to know’ basis. Now that he understood and began to regain his composure, Darius quickly returned to sitting, his back pressed against the back of the chair and his head tilted upwards slightly as he pondered her sudden question. He hadn’t really put much thought into it to be honest, his focus since enrolling here primarily being centered around his own personal progress more than anything. A few silent minutes went by as he thought about how to answer the question before he finally found the right words.
  
  “Absurd and inefficient. The current Regime does little to correct the student’s flaws and instead seems to encourage it.” he finally answered, once again looking Ruby in the eye. “These thugs…” he pointed towards the group of students currently getting their asses whooped by Connor, “... I honestly don’t see how they would ever benefit our organization… even as punching bags, they would only help breed overconfidence which would lead to more problems internally”. He shifted his finger towards the second monitor; the fight between Kasper, Rodney and Zy. “Rodney and Zy’s quirks aside, they would probably become a highly dependable Meister and Weapon partnership; though I can’t say the same for Kasper; the guy is clearly a sociopath who shows no restraint when it comes to harming or intimidating his own classmates, even Connor’s brutal display was an act of self defence. Kasper however is no better than a criminal. Honestly, it is hard to believe that he was even allowed to step foot into the DWMA” A bit of anger as well as inner turmoil was beginning to swell inside of Darius as he watched Kasper, the boy was almost his exact antithesis; showing little care for his position as well as how he acted. Though aside from maybe a faint glimmer in his eyes, Darius showed little outward reaction towards his current feelings on the matter; simply sighing and expanding the screen on the Monitor to focus back on Mina and Taz. “Black blood aside, Mina would definitely pass as a Meister as would Taz. Both are currently putting on a decent display of what they can do in a fight, even if they haven’t revealed their full arsenal of tricks. If I did however have to point out one issue; it is that they don’t seem to be giving it all they have got… I get the feeling that both individuals here have yet to get truly serious”
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  Ruby set down her cup of tea. Several seconds of silence went by before she made a response to anything that had been said. In the end she replied: “You’re right.” she responded, almost sounding amused.
  
  “But, at the same time you’ve made some lapses that need correcting. I won’t disagree with anything you’ve said, because in truth, nothing you’ve said is really far off. In the eyes of others, like you and the other students, Kasper is without a doubt a bully. Those students you mentioned before also have their own quirks, but I assure you both he and they all understand how DWMA punishes students who cross a line and step over boundaries they were never meant to.”
  
  Another dainty sip, and Ruby’s ever shifting oceanic green eyes moved towards the screen displaying Conor’s little throw down. The professor’s eyes shifted from Conor’s match back to her tea cup and after a second of silence she continued to speak. “Conor is probably one of DWMA’s most staunch students. Like you, he holds the rules highly, especially when he has no reason to break them without a purpose or cause, but at the same time those “ruffians”, you refer to. Also hold DWMA’s laws in their own way. The school just simply allows them to expressive it differently.”
  
  “...Tell me, Darius, in your history class have you covered the number of orphans the DWMA had to take in by the end of the Rebel War? A simple yes or no will suffice.”
  
  “No exact number was given, but I believe it was quite a substantial amount..” he replied, pushing his glasses back up so there were firmly held on his face.
  
  “Kasper was one of them.” She bluntly informed, and she did it so casually too.. “Perhaps it’s not much of a major concern as all over the world orphans exist everywhere, for different cases outside of the war but Kasper’s particular case is probably-- is primarily one of the reasons he acts the way he does. Since the Rebel War ended a lot of things have changed. But--” the flower ornate tea cup met its coaster and in turn a delicate finger traced its rim, “but if it’s as bad as you’ve vocalized what would’ve happened to people like Kasper if we allowed him to stay till he was old enough to leave? Would he or they have found a decent home given what they’ve faced? Would he even want to leave after spending all that time in Death City? You make interesting points Darius, and I agree with you on many of them. But since I’ve asked you so many questions so far, I’ll add one more that I’d like you to guess at.
  
  “If he’s this bad now, do you think he would’ve become a Mock Kishin that you would have to hunt later?” A gentle sip took to the air, as Ruby replaced her cup of tea on its coaster. “And would you have been able to do it if you knew what he went through before receding to a target on the Shinigami List?”
  
  Darius brooded over what Ruby had just said, unsure how to answer her question. It was true that he didn’t know anything about Kasper’s past as well as Winston and his gang’s, however it did little to sway his opinion about the Regime. “While I perhaps overstepped on my judgement, doesn’t this just expose how lack lustre the regime currently is?.. I am not saying we should only ‘rescue’ chosen individuals.. But if the DWMA is taking in these orphan’s is it then not their responsibility to stir them down the right path?” he questioned. “I cannot begin to guess how Kasper or anyone else would turn out under different circumstances, I can only speak based on what I see. Connor’s circumstances aside, an effective combination relies on a minimum of two individuals who trust each other explicitly… given Kasper’s current personality, who would even consider partnering with him?.. Who would trust someone with his character to support them in a fight? I understand that he cannot be completely blamed for the circumstances of his past.. But to invest time and effort in someone who would not prove to be an effective weapon to a meister is unfathomable to me” he finished, taking another sip from his cup of tea.
  
  A tinted smile touched Ruby’s lips. “I understand your reasoning, but I can say from experience, DWMA is renown for finding a way to fix or bring about something good from even the bleakest of people or situations. And in regards to the person who is partnered with Kasper, she’s fighting Taz right now. And from the looks of it, things have finally gotten interesting.”
  
  The monitor’s screen went back into focus as the once loud cafeteria had grown increasingly quiet. Mina Saito’s assault on Taz had just begun, and from the looks of each kick and strike she dealt, all her tactfulness had shifted into nothing more than animalistic assault.
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  A small rainbow formed as Darius spat out the contents from his mouth; “D.. did you say, Mina?... Mina and Kasper…” he muttered, momentarily imagining the two of them partnering together. Whilst Mina when she was not under the influence of the Black blood was no problem at all, the thought of both of them going full out crazy in a fight was something that sent a small shiver down his spine. ”Professor Ruby! Isn’t that Dangerous?!” , his right hand quickly reaching into one of his pockets to grab a handkerchief which he then proceeded to use to wipe down his face as well as the mess he had made. With the carnal intensity of Mina’s current assault, it was clear that her demeanor had changed for the worse; the look of pure blood lust in her eyes as she smiled down at Taz was all the indication that Darius needed to see to know that the Black blood was having its effect. Satisfied that he had cleaned his mess, Darius stood up once more, his now free hand reaching out to grasp the rapier he had earlier placed on the table. “It’s about time.. Wouldn’t you say?” he queried, folding back his handkerchief and returning it to the sanctum of his pocket.
  
  “On the contrary” Ruby smugly replied, as the camera zoomed on Mina to get a better angle at her change in tactics. “I’d say things are just getting started.” Leaning back on her side of the cushioned seat, the professor proceeded to cross a jeaned leg over the other, and soon enough folded her arms on the table as she got comfortable in her seat.
  
  Ruby’s body language alone meant she wasn’t getting up, but her demeanor itself spoke volumes. If anything, it said one thing; “I’m not going anywhere”, and from the way she had just decided to barely glance in Darius’ direction as Mina’s assault began on Taz, that fake smile she just offered, unlike Dr. Macson’s held no warmth. It was a clear way of her saying “neither are you.”
  
  Several seconds of silence ticked by, several seconds of Mina beating furiously on Taz went on. Each stomp, each kick, seemed to give the girl some morbid sense of satisfaction. Each slam, each hit, seemed to put the grounded Taz in an even tighter spot as he did the best he could to block or shave off the worst of his opponent’s force. This went on for almost half a minute as Taz continued to put up with Mina’s merciless beating. And the entire time this was going on, Ruby had remained seated, unphased and completely uncaring. Her eyes remained shifting between all three monitors as each action got a reaction from each opponent.
  
  The only one that was currently grounded right now, was Taz. And he seemed to take each kick Mina dished out in strides, whether that made Darius feel any better on seeing such brutality and even more seeing a teacher not make any moves to act on it, was up for discussion.
  
  “Hm?” Ruby’s voice seemed to rise, after Mina’s foot slammed into Taz’s back. “I’d have thought he’d done something by now...strange.” Her eyes clearly moved over to study Conor and the duo’s fight next. “Oh well, guess we’ll have to wait and see.” She said, flatly.
  
  “Tch” clicked Darius’s tongue, as he took note of Ruby’s current position. The only way out was to literally clamber over her and even then getting out would pose several issues. For a few moments, Darius’s eyes lingered upon her cleavage, his face flushing a soft shade of red as he hurriedly averted his gaze. One miss step and things could definitely take a turn for the worse. “I don’t know how highly you rate the current crop of students, but surely this is taking it a bit too far?.. If I don’t intervene, someone could end up in the infirmary” his attention falling upon the screen showing Connor, perhaps subconsciously influenced by Ruby’s own interest in that fight.
  
  A light chuckle was Ruby’s only response. “This isn’t about ratings, Darius. This is about, making sure everyone gets some new form of experience while also evaluating their individual skills and weaknesses.” Ruby’s eyes focused on Freddy and Winst and their struggle against Connor. “DWMA has lost its substantiality, I’ll admit that, but one thing this academy hasn’t lost is its ability to throw completely different people together and force them to interact with individuals who could become their own obstacles.” A head gesture to the screen focused on Connor, “Those two, they are fighting someone out of their league. Winston, is the primary cause they're even fighting in the first place, but now that he sees they’re losing and he’s seeing how his actions have affected his ‘team’. What kind of decisions do you think he’ll make in the future?”
  
  “Rodney and Zylon, both of them have an influence on one another to a certain extent. Rodney is always willing to do anything that will help someone out, be they friend or foe. Zylon more or less goes along for the ride because she’s either dragged into it or feigns disinterest. Kasper is both someone who doesn’t engage in anything unless it piques him, and he generally has an aversion towards positivity in any form that doesn’t suit his needs. Put these three together and what happens?”
  
  Then Ruby’s eyes moved over to Darius and directed him with a nod to focus on Mina’s beatings. “Then there’s Mina Saito. A girl who has Black Blood, but is unrelated to the SBS society. She can be emotionally unstable, capricious, and highly possessive if driven. Her opponent; Tazmuir, is someone who aims to bring out the best, and tosses you aside if you don’t meet the standards he’s set. He’s like you said; arrogant, prideful, and stubborn. But at the same time, not all his actions could be considered in that light.
  
  “When you have opposites face off or have people with barely harmonious traits join sides, there’s bound to be a conflict. But in the world we live in, you’ll need to suck it up and get over that conflict if you ever want to move forward. Tazmuir and that beating he’s taking”, Ruby said while slightly lifting a hand up to point at the screen, “is punishment for his hubris. Freddy and Winston, are getting what they asked for, and those three are facing off against each other in their own ways.
  
  “That’s the one thing, DWMA never seems to lose. And one way or another, everyone’s bound to learn something, about someone and themselves.” And just as she said this, a voice from on screen made a cheerful shout. Taz, had broken free of the assault and now it looked like he had Mina on the rebound.
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  For the third time since Ruby had first arrived, Darius was forced back down into his seat unable to counter her argument again. Clearly the real purpose for these sets of duel’s had not been met yet, regardless of the obvious ‘brutality’ clearly shown in most of the fights. As a point of irony; the fight that looked like being the most troublesome was currently the more controlled and subdued of the lot. Despite Kasper’s foul nature, the fight he was having with Rodney and Zy was still the cleanest of the three, though just as Darius pondered over this; one of Rodney’s projectiles had managed to hit several of the students spectating. For the most part, the students had gotten away unharmed, that was to say the more experienced students had managed to avoid being hurt. Two students had fallen unconscious as a result of the explosion and now lay motionless on the floor. “Rewind”.. Muttered Darius, the screen in question slowly jumping back several seconds before the incident, “Stop… Play..” he uttered once more, watching intently. He couldn’t believe that Rodney would intentionally get spectator’s involved and within seconds his suspicions were proven true; the cause for the casualties being Kasper’s attempt at parrying the blow. “Oz… please attend to those two..” he commanded, looking upwards at the blue familiar. Without question, the small orb fluttered away from its resting spot and headed towards the two fallen students and upon arrival releasing two small translucent orbs which began to encapsulate the two victims. Like oil on the surface of water, a faint multicolored glow began to pulsate over the two bodies, Darius’s wavelength beginning to work its magic on them. Unfazed by the drain he was now feeling, Darius angled his face towards Ruby though refused to make eye contact with her.
  
  “Fair enough.. It is not my place as a student to argue against the school’s policies and techniques regarding how it raises their students” he answered rather seriously. He remained silent for a few moments, gathering his thoughts on the matter, knowing full well that Ruby would prod him further for an answer. “..Though I am sure you would still like to hear my views” he sighed. “I agree to an extent that being able to work with anyone despite their personalities is an integral part to our success yet not every combination will work” he gestured towards the screen ”Sure, pitting Tazmuir against Mina may help him see the flaws in his arrogance and stop him from being overconfident during a fight…after all it would only be a matter of time before that hubris of his led him into a scuffle he could not handle and perhaps Mina and her black blood were the best choice in regard to getting him to realize this. But how exactly, does his pairing against, Mina aid her?” he asked, before pointing towards Kasper’s fight. Now with a faint idea of what the purposes were for these two fight's, Darius was now able to view each with a different point of view and grasp a better understanding. “If I am not mistaken, the goal of this fight is to try get Kasper to integrate more with the other students?.. Well.. While there is nothing wrong with that… perhaps Rodney is not the best candidate to do so… the guy is a bit.. Over the top. Sometimes pushing too much can be more ineffective then effective and I get the sense that that might be the case for Kasper.." Looking at it from another perspective, Kasper didn't look like the type of character who would willingly open up to another person, much less one as incessantly persistent as Rodney. If anything he was someone who would require a bit of time to break down and in a manner more befitting of subtlety, yet Darius was no expert on these kind of matters.
  
  “Out of the three fights, the only one which so far has garnered any positive results is the unscheduled bout between Connor and Winston. I am pretty sure Winston and his gang have to varying degrees learnt their lesson and perhaps even developed a sense of rivalry among themselves as well as with Connor. Being humiliated and forced to confront their weaknesses face to face may be the best thing that happens to them in the DWMA. I can only hope that by seeing their group get so easily beaten would have lit a fire within them and if by any chance they can’t handle the results and choose to sulk, then they were not meant for this line of work in the first place… a win/win in my eyes” he added.
  
  “True on both parts, and perfectly simple questions to answer. If you will recall--” a sip of water before a clear of throat, “Mina originally showed no signs whatsoever of this more, excitable side of her? Correct?”
  
  Darius nodded.
  
  “When Taz began instigating her, was when her shell began to crack. Mina, isn’t a fool. She understands well the ramifications that come with her ‘other side’, as it’s been called, but at the same time with the way she hides it. You’d have to wonder if she is ashamed of it? Or does she generally prefer others not know. Taz, is the type of person who will force you to give him everything you’ve got no matter who you are, it could be argued he does it moreso for his own sake or for others, but whatever his reason for doing it is whomever he faces he always ensures that person gives him something that will increase his own level of experience. And from the number of complaints we’ve received in the two years he’s been here, he has ended a lot more partnerships in a month than anyone in DWMA has had in a year
  
  The very fact he’s pushing Mina so much, must mean she’s done something that warrants his attention. Now as for Rodney, Zylon and Kasper...well they’re more of a unique case.
  
  I wouldn’t call it so much as a lesson, but more of a forced procedure to start action. You said Rodney’s role is a bit overtop, but that’s exactly the kind of stuff Kasper needs to get him motivated at all. Zylon herself, being Rodney’s partner will have no choice to join in the fight as well, and Rodney’s general behavior is the motor that will keep those two going. So long as those two push, Kasper will push back, and the more he pushes back the more aware Zylon will eventually have to be.”
  
  “So,” the professor said with a light sigh, “shall we continue watching?” She asked as if she didn’t already know the answer.
  
  Darius simply returned his attention back to the screens, his actions answering Ruby though he knew it was probably rhetorical in question. His mind however had begun to wane ever so slightly, taking in all the new information that had just been revealed to him as well as being shown just a portion of the thought process behind setting up these fights. All of what he had just been told had left Darius questioning his own role in all of this. If he was simply to look at his mission straightforwardly, than it would come to reason that he should have intervened in the fights much earlier, before allowing them to escalate to their current states.. yet being denied his responsibility repetitively by another instructor could only lead him to one question. 'Why was he apart of this?. Was he assigned to this mission because he was lacking in something also?.. Surely if the the instructors were aware of how the fights would turn out than other more experienced Meisters would have been given the task of stopping the fights.
  
  Caught between his own thoughts as well as watching the screens, Darius leaned forward and rested his chin against both hands, his elbows spread out on either side to support the weight.
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Rodney had kept humming that tune of his throughout the beginning of his assault, essentially providing a very poorly matching soundtrack to this entire encounter. He made sure to keep slicing at those armored portions, but also made sure to move quickly. He didn't want his new pal gettin' bored too quickly, where's the fun in that? He sure would've liked Zy-Zy to be more active, but he'd never fault his dear partner for things she can't control. It wasn't her fault she had to sleep all the time, she'd told him specifically that it was a life or death scenario so many times that at this point he was sure that it was.

Then that opportunity presented itself, and Rodney took a split second to have an internal dialogue with himself. He'd already found that Kasper's armor metal thingies would hold under the force of both his strength and Zylon's blade, but what about his poor head?!? Rodney didn't want his schoolmate getting too beat up, this was supposed to be a friendly battle! Then again, Kasper had been constantly asking him to not hold back, but Rodney had enough experience with others to know that most don't understand the scope of what could happen when a pal of theirs stops holding back. So many friendships ended due to limits not being set. But on the other hand, Kaspie seemed reeeeeaaaaaaaallllllllllllllyyyy into the no holds barred thing.

Rodney decided to put faith in Kasper's armor and take the bait, swinging Zylon onto his armored head and giving an internal fist pump when he saw it hold under the attack. That fist-pump feeling all but died when he saw the blood on Kasper's head, and Rodney immediately tried opening his mouth before remembering Kasper's request. He wanted to offer him some napkins for that blood, it was delicious in certain meals but good lord if it wasn't a hassle to clean from hair and clothes. The Meister didn't know whether Kasper had the same aversion to the stuff as others did, but golly he wanted to at least ask if he needed some help with it.

Then his new buddy grabbed hold of his best buddy, and Rodney gave an experimental tug of Zylon to find that the grip was pretty absolute. He didn't want to hurt her too much or anything.

Then when Kasper stated his intention to wake her, Rodney had immediately shaken his head and prepared to mention the whole life and death thing she'd constantly told him... then remembered that he couldn't. And so he launched into another internal debate on whether or not he could inform Kasper of this little tidbit when Zylon's eye slowly opened as a response from whatever dark thingie was happening.

"This...what?" Zylon's voice came in its usual tired tone "The hell are you two-"

The DJ paused as her eye narrowed, "Ugh, the hell is this?" she asked in a disgusted tone "Its like eating rotting kitchenware."

Rodney tilted his head to the side, how does kitchenware rot ...and how would she know?

"Like taking a bus with some kid who's got dog crap all over his shoe, gets it everywhere, then ya gotta sit on the bus with the smell and the smears 'till its over." Her eye tilted down to Kasper "Dude, your wavelength is just as disgusting as your sense of fashion, and what's this edgy stuff floating everywhere?"

Rodney glanced about, finally unable to hold back his curiosity "What stuff?"

At that Zylon's eye widened, the disgust brought up from Kasper's aura momentarily forgotten "Yo, this stuff is part of your wavelength?" she paused to gag a bit on the putrid emotions before beginning to laugh "Dear god he's literally made of edge!"

Her Meister seemed confused, his weapon was most certainly not enjoying whatever Kaspie was doing, but then why did it seem so funny to her? Should he.... be trying to help her or... is she not in trouble or..?

Rodney was about to get into his third internal debate when Zylon's laughing petered out, then her eye glanced towards her wielder as her regular semi-bored, semi-disgusted tone returned "Nah but seriously Rod, could ya get this guy off me this... trash is bad for my stomach."

"I tried Zy!" Rod explained before tugging again, merely succeeding in scratching her some more.

Zylon groaned, both at the ineptitude of her partner and the continuous stream of abysmal boredoms she was experiencing, "Two arms, big guy." was all she said before gagging again.

The friendly fellow blinked at that for a moment, taking a second to look over the position they were in before his childish grin appeared once more. One of his hands detached from his partner while the other gripped down hard on her. In an instant, Rodney's meaty fist was sent hurtling towards Kasper's unprotected stomach like a battering ram.
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"Gihi" snickered Kasper as he took the punch without flinching. It would be ridiculous to say that he didn't feel anything from the impact, ofcourse he would, however the level of 'pain' was disproportionate to the power exerted through the punch. The force however did raise his body off the ground; yet even then Kasper did not fly backwards as expected, the grip he had on Zy's weapon form preventing him from leaving the immediate vicinity though as a result, Kasper's grip did slide slightly, potentially leaving a few scratch marks on Zylon. Having no intention on being wrestled off, Kasper resolved himself to a battle of attrition.

With renewed vigour, Kasper focused more into his current attack on Zy increasing the intensity of his Wavelength to the point where she would most likely be experiencing the worst headache of her life as well as a gradual numbness to her overall body. Imagine a toxin slowly spreading around her body; the feeling of pins and needles encompassing every inch of her frame; the slow and gradual pressure on her flesh like a Constrictor attempting to snuff the life our of its prey almost as if was smothering.

Kasper was never one for the out right 'power shot', no he preferred the slower method; the one that toyed and tormented his captured prey. With every punch that edged away at his High tolerance for Pain, Kasper would respond in kind, pumping more of his immoral soul directly into Zy.

"A game of Endurance Rodney... do you fancy her chances?" he goaded, his tongue lapping at a bit of the blood that had found its way to the side of his lip.

"Why don't you forfeit our little game Rodney... Do it for your little friend... there isn't anything to gain from continuing this nonsense" he added,







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Mina

Mina grinned, her wide smile controting her face into shapr angles as she released a small giggle.
"Ohhh, Razzy-Tazzy, you caught me!" she cheered, licking her lips at the sight of the blood dripping from the corner of her mouth.
"wEEEEeLl!" she growled, "You've got me pinned, Tazzy-kins, what can I do, other than surrender?" She seemed to freeze for a moment, taking in the pain in her ankle as the pressure increased. Then, her smile was back, and wider. The girl closed her eyes and moaned aloud, her back arching off the tile floor with a cry of ecstasy.
"Well, well, well," she chirped, fixing Taz with a pleased, albeit unhinged, gaze. "Surrender, surrender, just a word, not an action for me, not anymore. No, no, NoOooO...I think I'll keep you," Her gaze darkened, shadows darkening her face, "Tazimir."
She pounced forwards, her ankle still in his grasp, the sick crack following signifying its break in his hand. She had done this on purpose, her lips latched onto his in a kiss, savoring the sweet bloody flavor due to the pain she'd inflicted. It was...
heavenly.
It was like she couldn't feel the pain at all. The black blood blocked her senses, her reason, her sanity, her fear...
She was pure madness.
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Winter over looked the fights from the second floor where the noise wasnt so loud and no more then a dull ring in her ears as she watched them she looked over at black star and kensei a small whine esacping her throat as kensei made his presence know to the fighters Rage Black Jade

 

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Kensei looked around at the curtain situations which were going on, the multiple fights that going on. His desire for combat was growing and growing, he wanted to fight! He needed to fight but...he remembered that he didn't want to take in the 'assignment' The massive teenage honored his words and the way he left meant he wasn't gonna get involved....unless he got hit.

He wanted to take a seat at one of the benches but most of the students were in his way, he felt a vein appear on his forehead before he roared in anger. "HEY! Out of my way unless you want to fight as well, i'm not to happy right now!" The crowd around him looked nervously at Kensei but they didn't move, he wasn't in the mood whatsoever. He walked over to one of the stupider looking students and picked him up before he threw into the crowd, hitting alot of them as he was thrown with inhuman force behind him. As everyone was 'moved' out of his way, he walked over to a bench before he hopped up onto it and sat down as he kept his gaze onto the battle.

Kensei went into his pocket before he pulled out a massive all black head bang which he then proceeded to wrap onto his head. He kept his gaze onto the fights but he only then noticed that he saw someone....a teacher? No....Miss Ruby, a Professor. 'What is she doing here?...She watching us....No....Taz and Maya......or maybe just Maya.....interesting...' He thought about as he kept his eye on her before he turned it away as the fighting begun to get really good.

Noticing Winter approach, he motioned for her to sit beside him but he also saw DarkStar having her eyes on the battle so he also motioned for her to come over to get a better look as he watched Maya and Taz continue to fight. He kept a serious face until.....they kissed...He had a blank face for a couple seconds before a explosion of laughter came from him. Kensei started to die of laughter as he watch the two kiss, he knew that Kasper wouldn't be happy about that which made it all the more funny.

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Winter went and sat beside him and watched as everything went down and saw where kensei was looking "who is that kensei she looks like on of the teachers?" She asked looking at him then the teacher once more tilting her head to the side in wonder Rage

 

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  Ambivalence in its purest form, sprouted like weeds within her mind. If she had been a spectator and this had been a tournament, Maya may have said nothing much on Conor's display of skill. After all, it was expected Meisters and Weapons be skilled in whatever field of combat they focused in anyway, but the reality was, this wasn't a tournament and Conor wasn't some random contestant. Conor had been holding back that much was clear, and she'd failed to notice any of this till finally being given a taste of just how potent a Strong Soul could be. Sure she had been also and yes, you could argue that given their 'fight', it had been a simple match set up by an instructor-- nothing serious meant to bring about real damage on one or the other, but that still didn't change the fact of just how much he'd held back against her. Especially now that she'd gotten a small taste of his real soul.
  
  In retrospect, Maya was appreciative that her throat hadn't been hammered to a point where she'd be unable to speak and only gag-- gasping for air and blinking away tears of pain, on another hand a part of her felt a tug when that wavelength hit her taste buds and realization came swooping up from below. That tug turned to a strong yank upon witnessing Conor's recovery from the effects of Rejection. He moved on and walked as it were nothing, when she herself had witnessed partners completely incapable of moving an inch when first trying to match their wavelengths. It was almost hypnotic, watching not just him but all of them. Freddy and Winston may have clearly got what they deserved but it was also quite clear that if they learned from this, they to could become better students of DWMA. Better, Meisters and Weapons. But at the same time, if they could improve, how much more could he?
  
  Maya's eyes maintained a haze, a calm gloss over both as she seemed to stare into the distance- somewhere within Conor's general direction. As if she were back in her own world, out of touch with everything else again now that everything had been settled on their end and they could get back to their main objective but in truth as Conor walked over, her attention remained fixed on him. Despite the differences in their age, he seemed to be ahead of her. Not just in close quarters efficiency, but now in her most valued skill; agility. It was as if the more she saw, the more she witnessed the difference in her skills and the others. Sure, perhaps no one could best her with a sword, but without one how good was she? From what she could vaguely recall in Dark☆Star's fight, the girl probably out did her in terms of speed. Kensei's swings were clearly something she'd have to avoid if it ever came to them trading blows, and the others...well she'd have to look into their fights more.
  
  The symphony of Rodney and Zylon's assaults coming to a halt followed by the growing cheer of a distant crowd were nothing more than background echoes in the samurai's mind. She felt a shift underneath her cloak and a slight tremble to her right, just around the waist. When Maya's eyes moved down in their casual manner to inspect what it was that was trying to get her attention, she was met with surprise as she realized it was her own hand tightly gripping the sheath of her sealed blade, trembling in agitation to which she had no idea why.
  
  Brows knitting together in her own growing frustration at all these feelings piling together, the samurai turned her back to Conor wordlessly only after he was close enough for them to continue moving forward. To Conor the act may have come off as slightly cold perhaps even a bit rude, but the few glances Maya would send his way as they moved forward hinted at possible relief that everything had gone smoothly.
  
  As the two moved forward, students primarily One Star Beta rushed by, one even managing to bump shoulders with Conor before sprinting past without so much as an apology. The farther samurai and soloist moved in, the more intense the atmosphere seemed to be. Every now and then, an unknown hand would pat Conor on the back in congratulations, every now and then Maya's conflicts seemed to deepen. One or two minutes went by and the two were now entrenched in the center of the first floor cafeteria with the greatest volume of students ranging from Beta to Omega. Whispers flew by left and right and then all of a sudden the crowd shifted, as something happened up front.
  
  For several seconds, for ten long seconds, that intense atmosphere had turned cold. The first floor felt like it was dead, no one said a word, very few people seemed to remember to breathe, and several different students were covering their mouth, eyes, and ears in a mixture of embarrassment, shock, and horror respectively.
  
  Finally one word hit Conor's ears that were practically impossible to misinterpret even with how stunned the student seemed. That one word, drew Maya out of her own thoughts and gained her enough curiosity to look over the shoulder of one person out of the three girls sitting on the table benches in front of them. What met her eyes, caused them to widen, then that in turn caused her ears and cheeks to redden. Immediately, the girl moved away, retreating to the back so she could regain her senses.
  
  "....Kiss", an incredulous voice said, a student wearing dog tags pined in utter bemusement at the sight before his eyes. Somewhere within those halls a clank echoed, "t-they kissed?"
  
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  Experience, is the life blood of knowledge. To get better at something, you have to put in the effort, practice, and time. You can't boast for shit, if you don't have the skills to even boast about, more so if you can't even prove it. Tazmuir win't tell you when or how, but he's always taken some kind of draw from that sort of philosophy. To gain new experiences, to undergo trials, is to better understand yourself and your limits. To study your opponent to learn their patterns, you have to entertain them, you have to play with them. You have to act like you can't, just to show them in the end that you can.
  
  Everything from start up to now had gone smoothly. Mina, was perfect- the perfect sparring partner and the perfect person to test whether those rumors were true.
  
  That's why he wanted to face Mina alone. That's why he wanted to see what she was hiding. And that's why a multitude of emotions were swirling within him right now.
  
  From the moment he'd had her to the moment the submission began, anything Mina had said was heard, but completely tuned out. Words, were unimportant in a fight, in truth they were just accessories to get someone's point across. But platitudes and talk, don't always get you places and her cutesy nicknames weren't doing that now.
  
  What did do it, was the lack of opposition she seemed to put forward. And what finally broke through it, was the moment he heard that ...moan? For one brief second, Taz's grip loosened upon hearing that breathy exasperation. For five more Taz remained un-moving, his already weak submission losing hold only to slightly regain its firmness once again as sense returned to him gradually. For all it was worth, Taz knew as he slowly began to arch his back forward to look at Mina, what this was. He knew it was a trap, he knew she meant to lure him. He'd been lured before, and here it was happening again now. It wasn't the shock that made him do it, it was the suddenness of her single reaction to the pain-- her masochism had thrown him so far off guard that his guard had noped out of there for a brief lunch break. And with that lunch break, he left an opening he never intended to leave, an opening to strike.
  
  He'd expected a punch, a possible kick to the pelvis just above his lower regions, maybe even another shot at his jaw, but out of everything that happened he never once expected this.
  
  Contact was made. Contact, Taz had never once thought about in all his young-late adolescent life. The softness of those lips, and the bitter taste of that blood-- in that one moment, when those hands cupped his cheeks he acted by twisting her foot in a means to cause a sprain but as she leaned in closer Taz slowly began to realize she was intent on doing something-- something he hadn't even considered a possibility. Especially since she hadn't even bought him lunch yet. That beckoning pull, the look in those eyes that no longer looked like hers, the gentle yet eager touch, it all happened so fast yet it all happened so quickly. For four seconds that felt like four minutes, Taz's mind and ego went numb. His bright blue eyes widened. And just like the crowd, he too was nonplussed.
  
  He didn't know what to do. For the first time in a long time, he didn't know how to counter. For the first time, since his mentor threw that punch out of nowhere on the first day of training all those bloody years ago, Taz had no idea what his next course of action was. When those four seconds were over and his body began to unhinge from its rigidness, Taz blinked. He blinked, and then he tried to move but his body wouldn't listen. Like he, it was frozen.
  
  In that one moment where his body trembled in refusal to budge, emotions flared. The first to rise was humor. Humor appreciated this trick, this jab, this strike. Just as Taz had been teasing her, Mina or whoever this was, was now crossing a line they shouldn't and was teasing him. Humor reveled in this, while Curiosity and Doubt sought answers. Why was this happening? Why now? What's her aim? What's her goal? Where's the trick? Where's the lie? And out of all those emotions that rose to the top, the most powerful of them all... was anger.
  
  Anger sat upon its throne, Arrogance by its left, Confidence on its right, and it stared down at the chaos this stranger had released upon its domain; a look of displeasure upon its face. Experience, to get better, to get stronger, is what I desire. It is what I need. And with such a conviction one trembling hand rose, forcing steadiness as it took hold Mina's left shoulder, another her right. With failing strength, Taz found it took willpower itself before a separation came to the abnormality that transpired right then and there. Lips parted, and silence continued to fill the air as every student focused their attention on what would happen next.
  
  Taz's expression when it came into view had grown stern. If you looked back at the footage you'd have seen his expression shift in between right before contact to the moment it began- shifting from caution, then confusion to shock, then finally settling on something between anger and curiosity. His eyes looked on to Mina's lopsided grin then quickly scanned her for anything else that may come off as odd, and after a second, both his eyes closed and he roughly shoved the stranger off his lap back onto the floor below.
  
  Slowly, Taz rose and touches his lower lip to stare at the small speck of her blood that managed to make it prior to contact and as he fixed one foot on the ground and shot himself up using a hand on knee to help brace back into a standing position, he stumbled. That trip up was fixed with his right foot slamming firmly into the ground, making him veer back slightly to the left. Arms dangled as if he'd just come back from a marathon. Despite his slight unsteadiness, Taz's eyes looked down at Mina. They looked her up and down as if searching for something before closing and averting their gaze skyward towards the ceiling Anger only seeming to inflame.
  
  One frustrated sigh later and the upperclassmen had completely distanced himself from the girl in order to think, Taz looked down at this person and all his unsteadiness, all those unintentional openings began to fade as he took a step back and fixed his slouching posture. "I don't know who you are," Taz said in clearly dry and miffed amusement, a tone so low that only the two of them could hear. "But this isn't what I need" he informed -a thumb coming up and wiping away at his lips. "Why don't we stop the games and get a bit more serious, eh? Here" dryness shifting to forced placidity, "I'll start us off." Using the fall of his posture to guide him ahead, Taz landed in a crouch and like a runner preparing for take off, he took off in Mina's direction.
  
  "You better get up quickly" he instructed, all mirth and joviality void. "Because this time, we're through kidding around. You and I are gunning for the big leagues." A few seconds before impact, Taz's left foot slams into the ground and in a quick arc he pivots on it with a roundhouse from his right. One roundhouse came hurtling towards Mina's head with the back of Taz's foot acting as the hammer and from the look on his face, he wasn't playing anymore. It was time to give this stranger that push.
  
  
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Mina

The girl swiftly ducked beneath his leg, her hand reaching up at the last second to firmly wrap around his calf with a bruising grip. She stopped his leg dead in the air.
"Fall to your knees for me." She purred, then sharply yanked on his leg, sending him sprawling to the ground. She was on him in a second, her vice-like grasp now crushing his throat.
"Do you give up? Do you surrender to me, Tazmuir?" she watched him with an expression of feline interest.
"I don't want to end you, not now. You've proved to be an interesting playmate," she leaned in closely, "I'd like to do this again some time, so give up. Live." She released her hold unexpectedly, and stood. Leaving him nonchalantly.
"We're done. I won't kill you now."
she crossed her arms, walking away as her features slowly normalized.
"Tch."
This was merely a facade however. What this really meant was "I can't kill you".
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Darius watched intently, his focus now primarily centered around the two fights he was assigned to spectate. Conor's unscheduled fight had been a spectacle to watch, the reason largely attributed to the unique circumstances around the young Meister but also because of the underlying lesson he had been teaching towards his sparring partners. For a weapon such as Darius, where physical strength was not his forte; gathering information was all the more important and getting as much information about his potential comrades was something he wouldn't dare pass up; more so in the cases where the person he was observing deviated from the general norm. This isn't to say that Darius only took on this assignment for the perk's of spectating close up. Call him old fashioned, like a loyal knight; Darius wouldn't dare go against the orders given to him. Getting to spectate up close was just an added incentive to the mission.

For the most part, Darius remained in silence the only noise escaping him coming from his soft exhaling. The two fights had gone beyond what Darius had thought was permissible, yet even now he was being prevented from interfering. With the two fights escalating, Darius turned his attention to the second monitor; the fight revolving around the trio or to be more specific, he focused in on the audience; a small space having been left in one area where the two students were currently encased in a bubble like substance and being attended to by Darius's 'golem'. "Oz... status report" commanded Darius, raising his right hand towards his ear as if he were interacting with a speaker and headset. A few lingering seconds went by, before a faint smile of relief spread across his face.

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"Alright Oz.. Thank you" replied Darius, through the mental link he shared with his familiar. "Continue with the treatment until the nurse arrives and notify me of any spikes in Kasper's wavelength. He has already gotten two students involved.. lets keep it at that" he issued, before returning his hands to the table; his left hand clasping at the tea and his right reaching for the tea spoon. By now his beverage had gone cold and no longer carried the sensual aromatic allure it once had. Merely, he now used the tea cup as a way of fidgeting, his right hand stirring at the cold tea as he watched the remaining two fights.

"The two students caught in the crossfire are currently under the effects of my wavelength, though using it via my familiar Oz limits the effect it has, the two students should not experience any discomfort while they wait for the nurse to arrive" he stated, not even glancing towards the professor.






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