It was not often that there was a joining class so small at the DWMA, but Death supposed the school had been declining for quite some time now. It wasn't that there was a decrease in Kishin eggs or witches to fight - it simply appeared that there were fewer Meisters and Weapons who wanted to help out. That, or there were fewer Meisters and Weapons being born, which made sense. But either way, the fact of the matter was that the school was not as busy as it used to be, and that there was certainly more evil running rampant in the world because of it.
The Shinigami sighed as he watched through his mirror, watching the teenagers as they headed through the doors and into the school for the first time; Meister and Weapon tags adorned their chests. There were a few that really stood out to him, with stronger souls or an obvious desire to be there. Of course, Death knew them all by name, as he'd seen their pictures in their forms.
One soul in particular was bringing a smile to the face behind the mask. A bright, exuberant green that bounced around in excitement as the person who possessed it entered the room of waiting students. From the flightiness of the soul, there would be no question as to why she was late in joining the others. It was likely that the young girl had gotten distracted by something outside and forgotten about the fact that she should be finding a partner that day. Typically, most Weapons and Meisters alike were quite punctual at the DWMA, but there was always the odd tardy one.
Which, this year, apparently was Mirielle Noor.
She'd be a fun one to watch; her soul was enthusiastic as she bounced around the room, person to person. It would be interesting to see what type of person could match with such a bright soul, but he was almost positive that there would be a partner for her. Just like he was positive that there would be a partner for each and every single Weapon and Meister present. It was the whole point of putting an equal number of them in a room - so that they would hit it off and connect and work together to rid the world of evil.
Or, that was the plan, anyway.
As the darkness encroached around the bubble that Death's soul had made around Death City, the shinigami could only hope that the small group were capable.
This was not a class who would have a normal DWMA experience of becoming Death Scythes and collecting souls.
This was a class who would determine the fate of the world.
An - It has been a while since I've been on here! I've been going through a heckuva lot lately, but now that I'm free from college (for the time being) and feeling more relaxed, I want to delve back into fanfiction a bit! And, since I am currently on a Soul Eater kick, I have decided to go ahead and write up a little something to help occupy my free time.
The rules are simple...
PM me your characters.
Put detail in your forms.
One character per person.
No relations to canon characters whatsoever.
Review when possible!
Have tons of fun!
The form will be on my profile, as short and sweet as I can possibly make it. I want this to be fun, not a chore!
Oh, and it needs to be said - Lord Death is basically the only canon character present in this story.
Love,
Snowy