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    Lyse Vedere || Sixteen || Meister

    Lyse snickered at the girl's reaction, "You totally are. Your feet can't even touch the ground." the blue-eyed teen pointed out with a grin. Eyes gleaming with amusement as he noticed the small signs of frustration and embarrassment, almost adorable honestly. almost.


    Eryizo Fosters || Sixteen || Katana

    Eryizo could feel a set of eyes on him, it was an odd feeling of being watched, an unnerving feeling that likes to slither up your spine. It seemed like that feeling wouldn't go away, so he turned to see who was watching. It was that ditzy brunette he glanced at only moments ago. She looked like she was zoning out, "...Did you need something?" It was soft, sort of hesitant, but loud enough to hopefully get the brunettes attention.

    It took way too long for the girl to notice the very boy she was staring at was talking to her. When she finally took notice, she blinked, tilted her head, and then gasped.

    "Oh!" She immediately smiled wide. "Hi there! I wanted to meet you! You look pretty nice!" She was practically bouncing on her toes, eager to finally speak to someone. Though it did look like every so often her eyes would flash elsewhere.

    despite the many implications in his personality that says otherwise, minato was organised. So when he reached into the depths of his backpack, the items he sought were effortlessly scooped out. The notebook and pencilcase unceremoniously chucked onto the table. Mind you he was probably going to end up sleeping with his face mushed against the book rather than diligently scrawling notes.


    Taking the good luck amulet from the depths of his coat pocket, he absently gazed at the teal pouch, running his thumb over the silk fabric.


    He paid no mind to the person sliding into the seat next to him, thoughts stuck in far more important topics- Such as how long until lunchbreak.


    But at the utterance of his name, he tilted his head to gaze at the brunuette. Her voice struck a chord in him, nudging a long forgotten memory. Looking at her , taking in her long brunette hair and freckled face, further emboldened the the image forming in his mind. He knew this girl. His usually impassive expression twisted into confusion then surprise. "Milo?" He tested out the name, then growing confident that this was truly her, he gave a lopsided smile."i havent seen you in years, " This sudden turn of events left him dumbfounded, incapable of saying anything useful such as a simple how have you been. The omamori had truly outdone itself.

    ah! I'm so sprey, I was out camping in Iowa, where I don't get data.


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

    John merely waved to Sumika at the mention of his name. "Hello friend, I' John Mjolnir, son of Dr. Stein and Marie Mjolnir."


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

    Razor just shrugged, and waited surprisingly patiently, feet still up on the desk.

    Milo turned to face him, chuckled softly, waving shortly before she pat him gently.
    "Yeah, been a while!" She responded quickly, almost thrilled at the discovery of her old friend. She was certain it was him, the same smile he would give to her even as kids. 'He hasn't changed a bit' she thought briefly before immediately wanting to ask questions. It'd been so long, they'd have plenty to catch up on.
    "Whats new?" The girl asked with a sweet and friendly smile she only gave to those who she was close to. This coming from a total introvert who only really opened up once in a blue moon.

    (Alright, guys! Class is gonna start. Note that I haven't watched/read Soul Eater in a really long time, so please bear with me/help out here, please!)


    Wells Languille - Weapon

    Wells was surprised that someone had answered her. She turned to look at Cain, meeting his red eyes with her own scarlet gaze. She thought it was quite odd that the boy was wearing aviator shades in class, but it wasn't as if her clerical tendencies were especially normal, either. The weapon smiled politely at Cain. "Alright. I won't worry about it, then." She said simply, before turning back to her book.


    Cal Germanicus - Death-Scythe Meister/Instructor

    A silver-haired, tattooed young man dressed in a white tank and military fatigues burst through the classroom doors. The tall, hulking twenty-eight year-old of a meister had bagel in his mouth, a coffee in one hand, and a suitcase in the other as he frantically raced to his instructor's desk in the center of the room. He then slammed his suitcase full of papers onto the desk, swallowed down his entire steaming cup of coffee, and devoured his half-eaten bagel without casting a single glance at the students of room 104 as he turned and feverishly wrote his name on the chalkboard.


    When the instructor was done with the chalkboard, he turned and faced the class. His pale-lavender eyes scanned each fresh, young face, and he grinned, holding his muscled arms out in greeting as he did so. The dogtag around his neck jingled with every swift, powerful movement of his. "Welcome to the Death-Weapon Meister Academy!" Cal boomed, excitedly. The tan man then pointed to the chalkboard, where he had scribbled down his name and position at the academy. "My name is Cal Germanicus. You can call me Mr. Germanicus," he declared. He then adjusted his black, military-style hat. "As a death-scythe meister of this academy, I will be your introductory class instructor." Cal knew he needed to keep his usually extravagant introduction short---after all, he had been well over fifteen minutes late to his own class. "By the way. I apologize for being late. Just to be clear, class will always start at the usual time of 7:30." He sheepishly added, attempting to hide his embarrassment. Cal had taught for many years, and he was indeed ashamed of the fact that he had been late for the first time in his entire teaching career. It was simply unacceptable.


    "So, unless anyone has any questions about anything, I will be taking attendance now. Afterwards, we will begin to discuss weapon-partner assignments." Cal loudly announced. His voice was deep and dark, and it reached every corner of the large classroom. He then walked back to the desk, his combat boots thundering with every step. Cal certainly wasn't fat. He was simply very muscular and had a penchant for... eating. Without gaining too much weight at all, miraculously.

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

    John smiled at the entrance of the teacher. He took his seat next to Sumika, examining Mr. Germanicus. He was sure he had met the teacher sometime, although he didn't remember the militarily teacher being quite so... fat.


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

    "I'm here," Razor said, unafraid to interrupt the teacher. "Now who's my partner? I want to get started on making a death scythe right away."

    ((oopsie, Cal isn't fat x3 he's just super buff/heavy and eats a lot---i should probably edit that in lmao))


    Cal Germanicus - Death-Scythe Meister/Instructor

    Cal opened his mouth to call out the first name on his unalphabetized student roster, but the instructor immediately frowned as soon as Razor interrupted him. He gave Razor a stern look and waved his clipboard at her. He forced himself to take a deep breath. Like most instructors, Cal absolutely despised it when students interrupted him without permission. He was also quite the control freak. "Attention! Obviously, I know you are here," He growled at Razor. "You're Reybecca Zoroa, aren't you? I read each one of my students' profiles before they step a foot in this classroom. If you don't control your impatience soon, you'll get your partner last, after everyone else." He huffed. Cal would not tolerate disruptions to his already tight schedule.

    Jitsuko raised her hand and waved it around eagerly, wanting to speak. "I'm here, I'm here," she mumbled under her breath. Her eyes had practical stars in them from how excited she was.


    A real official in her sight! She never thought she'd see the day. She felt like she was going to burst.

    Hideyoshi Fuschida

    "Don't underestimate us."

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

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    Turning his head to examine the girl that had just called out, who had just been identified as Reybecca Zoroa, Hideyoshi slightly frowned. She seemed like the ambitious type. He wasn't too fond of ambition. He didn't realize that he was staring. He supposed it wasn't bad to be excited, however, so he decided to leave it alone. He still subconsciously looked for some reason, though. "Good thing we don't have to worry about partnerships, right, Milo?" he murmured quietly to his partner, hoping that he wouldn't get called out for talking.

    Sumika had flinched when the teacher stormed in. Feeling her nerves rise again, she hid her face in her woolen scarf. Was she excited to finally get her partner, yes. Was she a little scared, definitely. Was she fidgeting out of her wits from nervousness? Absolutely. She felt a pat on her back, and glanced behind her, seeing Rias. The blonde weapon smirked at the timid girl, before leaning back. She listened to Hideyoshi whisper to Milo, her head tilting to the side innocently at the two. She would have to ask later, how they were already partners.

    Rias leaned back in her seat. She was going to have to talk to the guy next to her later, as she wasn't insane enough to interrupt the instructor. She rolled her eyes at Razor, hoping she wouldn't get the uncouth girl as a miester.

    (oh, no, I mean, think; John would've visited the school at least once, and probably met all the teachers and Lord Death sometime, right? Well, he'd probably remember Mr. G as a buff, younger, more militaristic man, and thus the expectation Mets reality, and he finds that Mr. G is not the spring chicken he had made out in his head.)


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

    John looked up at Razor, shrugging as he patiently waited for Mr. G to call his name. He knew the teacher hated being interrupted. It was especially a joke of Stein's to interject right when the Sergeant-like teacher was in the middle of something, then watching his co-worker struggle to keep his composure. John smiled softly at the thought


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

    The teen inhaled sharply and raised her eyes defiantly, meeting the teacher's glare. She then turned her head to the right, at Wells, although she closed her eyes in defiance. "Razor. Not Reybecca. Razor," Razor huffed, crossing her arms. And she thought the teacher would be cool.

    Cain Fosters || Seventeen || Katana

    Cain couldn't help but frown briefly when the girl didn't bother speaking any more, she was polite at least, but eventually he turned back to the front when the teacher emerged loudly. He could feel Eryizo jolt at the teacher's loud entry and sighed, he wondered how hard it would be to enter the room without causing such a scene. With a little prodding, he got Eryizo to relax just enough.

    He glanced to where the girl, Razor as she apparently liked to be called, spoke. He really couldn't help but whistle at Cal's response, threatening Razor with that she may get her partner last if she doesn't control her impatience. "Harsh." he murmured, but couldn't help the amused smile that tugged at his lips. Maybe this class wouldn't be all that boring.


    Lyse Vedere || Sixteen || Meister

    Lyse's blue eyes widened upon Cal's, er Mr. Germanicus', entrance, a soft 'oooh' leaving him as his eyes light up with some sort of childish interest. Death-Scythe meister, how fun. Lyse probably had at least twenty questions already bouncing around in his head that would never get answered. Before he was able to float off to imagine all the possible answers, another voice pulled him back down. Finding that another girl, Reybecca or Razor, was impatient and hurried the teacher. just by Mr. Germanicus' rather intimidating appearance, it was obvious that you probably shouldn't rush him.

    9It took a lot for Mikeala not get mad ,but she held it in and put ona straight face her redness dying down as she foucsed on soemthign other then the annoying boy behind her. When she saw Mr. Germanicus' she watched him curious. "Please don’t remind me of my small stature." She asked him in flat tone her eariler not appering when in reality it was just festering and growing till she exploded.

    been busy lately will wrote longer ones soon))

    Ooc- soz wifi reception is terrible.


    "im living in an apartment with my-"minato paused, reminding himself that his previous weapon had moved out after they ended their partnership. At that sullen reminder he immediately closed off, an almost bored look replacing his welcoming smile." I moved out from my parents but thats about it" he shrugged, the grip on the omamori tightening. "And you? Hows life?"


    He looked away, fixing his amber eyes on the forbodding presence introducing himself as the teacher. Not one to get on the bad side of a man who could probably squish him like a can of soda with one hand, he promply shut up; however he turned his head slightly to look at milo to see of she would give an answer.

    "Not much really." Milo started, talking quiet now as even her hard ass friend was shut up from the looks of the instructor.
    "I moved back into the city after I left a few years back, I live with my cat and my meister. Him and I are friends but not very open with each other, like you and I." She glanced up at him, feeling bad that she left his side to chat with an old friend but quickly got over the guilt as she continued.
    "I soon discovered a new form of weapon but I've yet to use it in battle, our wavelengths match but not strong enough for me to be able to hold the transformation for very long. 30 seconds at longest sadly." She gave a side glance back at the instructor then gave Minato a half assed smile, saying she was making progress but not much.

    Still waiting to see if the Teacher would call his name from the role, he listened to milo, giving a nod to show that he had been listening. In an equally hushed tone he responded - because lets be honest who would be able to keep quiet when they had met a good friend after being parted for so long? - ."...I hope its not a black cat." Out of all that Milo had said of course his thoughts would circulate this one thing. Leave it to him to obliviously ruin a perfect opportunity to ask if he could watch her practise and witness her new weapon form. But this was Minato. He wasn't considered odd by other people for nothing. This wasn't to say that he didn't care about his friends accomplishments. In fact his comment was born of his worry for her wellbeing. a black cat was considered bad luck; if one walked past you it was seen as an omen.

    Cress had reached out his hand to hers a shook. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you, Suki." The name felt unfamiliar, yet smooth at the same time. While smiling, Cress only had just come to notice the teacher that had arrived. He looked odd and gave the ravenette mixed feelings. Well, he would just have to deal with it. The Meister preferred not to speak, but would speak only when the teacher called him. This was going to be one heck of a year, and he was already worrying about who would be his partner.

    Milo shook her head at his superstition.
    "Same as always, no hes not black, hes a white cat in fact. He's kinda like a princess, always whining but I still love em' He keeps me company." She smiled, thinking of her cat. She remembered when She and Minato would partner for fun and to scare the neighborhood kids. She almost chuckled at the thought.
    "You should come over tonight after class and we can catch up more!" She was pretty happy to see an old friend and wanted time with them, it was just what she needed.

    Ketsuki could tell the boy was respect full and she enjoyed that trait in someone. In fact she would probably grow to be his friend. She normally didn't have responsible meisters or ones she could 100% respect. because of their actions. She couldn't feel the mix of feelings come off of the boy, instead she was just hoping only for positive things to happen between the two of them.
    The instructor was a bit intimidating when she glanced up to look at him. She knew she should be quiet, whether he was intimidating or not but she really wanted to continue talking to Cress. It was very rare she wanted to disobey or even be disruptive but this time she was very intrigued with the boy.