Literally Batman
World's Greatest Detective
Sophia "Soph" Minerva Green
A Few Years Ago...
Death City Airport was quite crowded that morning. Young adults from all-around the world stepped off of the airplanes into the large pavement lot in Death City, many of them holding suitcases, luggage bags, and other travelling necessities in their hands as they glanced about to survey their new life. One of these people was a young British girl, with dark blonde hair and blue-green eyes, holding a small tan suitcase in her hands. She couldn't have been more than 12 or 13, definitely too young to be traveling alone, at least for a normal girl. But this wasn't just some normal girl. She was special- one of the many new students arriving at the DWMA to join their class of demon-fighting students.
The young girl took several deep breaths. It was time to face her greatest demons. Her brothers were certainly able partners, but some of the people here were top-of-the-line meisters and weapons. Especially those in the EAT Class, she had heard, where her dad had formerly studied in. These were the best of the best, the world's greatest champions of justice. Oh, she would- she COULD- kill to be one of them.
After passing through the security gates, Soph moved down the sidewalks of the beautiful Nevada city, until she saw it- the great DWMA, towering above the city. Approaching it in awe like a peasant nearing a great cathedral, Soph's eyes glimmered in excitement. It was time.
She planted her foot on the first step. Dad, I promise...
I won't let you down.
Back to the present...
September 16th
Death City, Nevada
Joint Moore-Green Apartment
"I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning, I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own..."
Soph grumbled halfheartedly. "Viva la Vida" was a sign that her sleeping time was soon over; that the bliss the classes-free weekend had brought. Alas, that time was now gone. It was the bane of every man and women's existence- Monday.
"I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field..."
Soph rolled out of bed. She was wearing a teal nightrobe, whose fluffiness reached down to just above her knees. Her hair was quite messy, falling in a knotty mess onto her shoulders and back. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes. She cracked her neck, and stretched her arms and legs quickly, trying to get into something that at least resembled wakefulness.
"For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never, never a honest word
And that was when I ruled the worl-"
Soph slapped the OFF button on the alarm clock, before proceeding into the kitchen. It was empty- after all, there was no way she had woken after Viv, who had a tendency to sleep like a hibernating bear. The kitchen was quite neat and tidy, thanks to Soph's impeccable organization (at least, that's what she would say about it)- the pots and pans all were hung up neatly on the rack above the counter, the fridge was clean of any moldy or otherwise undesirable food, and the table in the corner was cleaned off and shiny. Soph grabbed a circular pan and placed it on the stovetop, turning up the heat on the knob. She might as well make breakfast for the two of them.
Soph opened the doors to the refrigerator, grabbing two eggs out of the square carton that held them, and cracked them against the side of the pan, before dropping them in with a delightful sizzle. The gentle scent of eggs in the morning wafted through the apartment.
Little did Soph know, she would need every ounce of energy should could get out of those eggs that September monday morning.
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