▲SoulEater-DWMA▼- RP

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    Sumika sat down, nervously glancing at the people beside her. She could feel the small glare from Rias on her back, and thus breathed silently before shyly speaking. "H-Hi.." Her voice was muffled, as the woven scarf around her neck, covered the lower half of her face.

    -Rias is open for conversation-

    [she's saying Hi to Milo and Hideyoshi btw]

    (Okay, now then, ASTRA . , I'm dragging you into this, since you haven't tracked or nothin. Also, can we get some action going? I have half a mind to let Reybecca loose, and see what sort of damage the wraith could do, just for excitement.)

    ((I'm all for some action! Let Reybecca loose, man c: Also, I don't believe we have a faculty member/teacher created yet for this RP?? Correct me if I'm wrong!))


    Wells narrowed her eyes as she watched Razor do absolutely nothing about her untied shoes. Razor's death glare may have done little to ruffle the weapon, but the sight of what Wells assumed to be the other girl's carelessness made something in Wells snap.


    "Very well, then!" Wells hissed at Razor, slamming her book down onto the desk. "I will not stand having my breath being wasted and falling upon deaf ears. Hold still!" The blonde quickly lurched forward and started to tie Razor's shoe, her deft fingers moving frenetically as she sought to correct what she perceived to be unacceptable behavior.

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    'Little' John Bo Mjolnir - Weapon: Quarterstaff - Partner: Sumika Tsukimori

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    'Razor' Reybecca Sophia Zoroa - Meister - Partner: Wells Languille

    Razor's eyes widened as they saw Wells reach for her shoes. Quick as lightning, her shoes were whipped away from Wells' reaching fingers. "There you go again! You think I can't tye my own shoes, huh?" She yelled angrily, bending over and tying her shoes in defiance. "There, happy?" She huffed, crossing her arms and lifting her feet back up to their original position.

    Meister Minato Nakajima ||


    Class 104. 1.0.4. Once again Minato was cursed with being in this class for a year. He was definitely going to beg the teacher to let him change classrooms later.

    Why couldn't it have been 107? Seven was a lucky number. He stared at the engraved four on the sign. Unlucky. Apprehension bubbled in his guts.

    He slipped a hand into the pocket of his winter coat, clenching the Omamori tucked inside like his life depended on it. Hopefully the protection charm was strong enough to deflect the impending bad luck that the number four would curse him with. It wasn't too late to simply bunk the first day.. but was he really prepared to climb down the long flight of stairs after only just ascending them? He already knew prior that this would be his class, hence why he came prepared with a omamori, but he was getting a severe case of cold feet.


    His stomach grumbled. And here was another reason to stay. This was the only place he could get lunch. The shoddy apartment he rented was barren of food. Unless tea- which tasted more like boiling water than leafy herbs- counted as a meal, then the last time he ate was yesterday morning . He didn't have enough money left to purchase anything from any of the nearby shops. Ah the joys of cutting ties with family members.


    While the silver haired fellow was deep within his internal conflict of whether he should avoid entering or hightailing out of it, he stared, frozen to the spot, at the classroom's entrance with as much emotion as a corpse. His amber eye were glazed over, and he once again appeared zoned out. Eventually, he tore his gaze away from the offending number and dragged himself inside.He needed to be here. Internally he was screeching 'no', outwardly he projected a completely serene expression. Paying no mind to where he was sitting, he sat down at an unoccupied seat. Immediately his knuckles knocked twice on the wooden table. Just twice- no more, no less. It should help fend off any bad luck from sticking onto him.

    Hideyoshi Fuschida

    "Don't underestimate us."

    Male/Age 17/Swordsman-Meister/Partner: Milo Martinez

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    Glancing over to the girl beside them, Hideyoshi was the first to speak up. "You should move that scarf away from your mouth. I can't hear you very well." realizing how rude he had just come off, he turned to directly face her. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be mean. I'm Hideyoshi, and this is my partner, Milo. You are?" his pale eyes were intent on writing his wrong. A man, especially not a man of his honor, was to never disrespect a woman. What would he do if she..if she started crying? Or slapped him in the face? He would be left feeling terrible about himself.

    Sumika flushed slightly in embarrassment. She didn't count the fact that some might not be able to understand her through the fabric around her neck and face. She raised a dainty hand, gently pulling it down. Her cherry lips curled into a timid smile. "I-It's fine...I-I'm Sumika Tsukimori." She introduced herself, before glancing over at John. "T-That's my friend John...It's nice to meet you both."

    Milo Smiled gently at Hideyoshi, nodding slightly as a girl came over. Once she was introduced by her meister she gave another friendly smile yet it was a bit distant and awkward. Milo didn't speak but she faced the two of them, being there for the conversation.

    Ketsuki Glanced over to a by who was sketching in his notebook. She leaned in ever so slightly and watched, incited by his handy work. The pale girl sat regularly and invited herself to watch.
    "I like your drawing" She spoke softly, trying not to interrupt him or mess him up. She wanted him to continue but also converse with her.

    Hideyoshi Fuschida

    "Don't underestimate us."

    Male/Age 17/Swordsman-Meister/Partner: Milo Martinez

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    Hideyoshi gestured a quick wave to John, and then turned completely around to address both of them. "Well, there's no need to be nervous. Feel free to sit with us." His bored expression didn't change, but he really did mean it. New friends were essential to growth, and they made a person stronger. Friendship always formed a mutual relationship that benefited both sides.

    Cress was still lost in his drawing, so it took a moment for him to notice the girl in front of him. She had a quiet aura around her too, so the ravenette felt it was okay to speak to her. "Oh uh... thank you.." Cress had been drawing some flowers he had seen outside but that had been it.

    (DONT MIND ME, JUST BREAKING DOWN THE DOOR.)

    Amongst the loudness was a cheerful tune, one soft and melodic. This was the tune sang by a free-wheeling Jitsuko Ono as she hopped up the stairs without a care in the world. "Tra la la, tra la la, tra la la la la~"

    The tune was almost as inconsistent as she was, as it changed pitches and tempos every five seconds.


    She was incredibly excited to be surrounded with such promising weapons and meisters. Ever since she was a kid she wanted to go to DWMA. Now that she was here she was determined to pass.


    She observed those near her, scanning them with interest. She wondered if they were weapons. Were they nice? Were they mean? Maybe they would like to train with her. She'd like to see what they were capable of. Of course that was only if they felt like they could take it.


    She stood there, staring off into the void with an off-putting smile as she rambled in her head.

    Ketsuki Smiled softly, she glanced back down at the drawing then met his eyes.
    "I'm sorry if I interrupted or distracted you... i know how annoying that can get." She tried making conversation, even if the small talk was short she might still enjoy it, the boy seemed pretty alright so far.
    "May i ask your name?" she cooed, softly.

    Milo twittled her thumbs softly, being a little bored. She wanted something to do but what? Sighing, she turned to her desk and laid her head on her arms, relaxing until class started.

    Mikael climbed quickly up the steps of the school her heels making clicking soudns on the stone. She made no effort to talk with some oen when she went into the crowd of weapons and meisters and she had no intention to either so she planted herself off to the side and stood there... no joke. She just stood there and stared with a blank face arms crossed behind her back she would glance at others every once and a while ,btu she did not speak a word. 'Lots or people'. Was her first thought as she analzied people and groups.

    She seemed to feel as if it was her fault, and Cress didn't want that, so he gave a nervous smile and shook his hands. "No, no, it's okay." He didn't want a person he just met to feel bad. Oh goodness that would be horrible. He stopped moving his hands and opened his eyes behind their wide frames. "Oh, my name?" His head tilted, like a dog's. The ravenette intended to stay in the shadows these years, but having one person know his name wouldn't be bad. "Its Cress Rafr. What's your name?"

    Cain Fosters || Seventeen || Katana

    Cain and his brother were probably late, although he didn't mind it much and he was pretty sure Eryizo didn't mind it either. Striding up the stairs in time with the beat of a song he got stuck in his head, Cain reached the top of the stairs with Eryizo reaching the top only moments after. "Geez, why are there so many steps..haah?" he breathed, glancing to his younger brother who seemed totally okay. "Why are you out of shape?" the younger of the two retorted with a snort, he was probably rolling his eyes behind the dark shades. "Rude."


    Finally gathering himself, he and Eryizo continued onto their classroom. The two slipped into the room without notice and found a pair of empty seats that they took without a problem. Cain heaved a sigh in relief, actually surprised that nothing too interesting was going on, just a bunch of teens chatting or doing their own thing. It was actually sort of nice, no pressure or anything. Well aside from the fact that he and his brother needed a meister.



    Lyse Vedere || Sixteen || Meister

    He would normally be extremely jittery about finally being able to leave home and go to the famous DWMA but now that the day is in his face, he feels like it's just any other day and would honestly would rather be absorbed in his own thoughts. Lyse hummed in thought as he made his way up the set of stairs, smile? check. joy buzzer? check. weapon? nope. Eh, he'll get one later. It shouldn't be that hard, there should be plenty of people to choose from. "Oh..I reached the top already? huh, that wasn't as long as I expected. Oh well." He shrugged.


    Lyse entered the classroom he was assigned and found himself grinning, there were so many people and they looked interesting to some extent. He wondered who were weapons and who were meisters. Though that could all be answered later, first he needs to find a seat to occupy.

    (I'm not subbed to this thread FeralFront why wont you workkkk)


    Jitsuko skipped along and took a seat in her classroom, legs kicking against her chair melodically. She examined her class with interest, staring at some people for a bit too long..she adjusted her glasses and wondered aloud. "I wonder who my weapon's gonna be, I hope they're cool." She murmured, playing with a tag on her outfit. She seemed very..all over the place.

    Mikaela noticed peopel going into classes so she looked down at her schedule then went into her class she saw a boy with dark hair and glasses she walked past him and got into a seat that was currently isolated. 'Oh come on!'. She thought angrily but she had a straight face her feet didn't touch the groudn when she sat down because of how short she was. Choosing to ingore this she stared at the wall on the other side of the room.