Prolouge 1: A new term begins: A partnership made by a coin toss?
Tyler gradually woke up justas the sun hit hie eyes. It was rather annoying to be woken up in that manner, even more so by the fact that the sun semed to be laughing at him as he tried to turn around to block it.
Eventually, when his body would no longer allow him the bliss of sleep, he got up, walked over to a counter, and splashed himself awake, and stretched. "That's right... school today. My first year... at DWMA." He said, after looking at the giant note on his calender. He changed into a white tee, with black jeans annd black trench coat , When he was sastisified, he went out into the kitchen.
There was a stack of pancakes and syrup on the table, though no one was in sight. Tyler's eye caught a white note next to it, and he picked it up. It read: 'You really should wake up earlier. I have to go out on a mission, but I'll be back in a day or two. Take care and Good Luck at school. Can't Wait to hear about it- Mom'
Tyler nodded, chowing down on the pancakes, marvelling at their taste. He had once heard stories about his mothers cooking, and he couldnt believe it used to not taste as good as it is now. He finished it with a glass of apple juice.
Once he was finished, he cleaned his plate, grabbed his backpack, slinging it over one shoulder non-chanlantly, putting on his shoes, and walking out. He looked up at the sky and nodded, walking off in the direction of the DWMA.
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The building was rather creppy, shulls and pillars sticking out in all directions, with three circles somehow floating above it. This was the Death Weapon Meister Academy... Tyler's first impression: creepy.
There was a crowd forming outside the doors: new students just like him, waiting for the opening ceremony. He could hear plenty of talking going on. Lpts of introductions. Doubtless, they were already in the process of trying to find an opposite weapon/meister that would suit them. It was easy to tell who was who: meisters had a blue badge on their shoulders, weapons had red. That reminded Tyler to take the blue badge out of his pocket, and he put it on.
After a few minutes, as expected, eyes of the weapons turned to him, and a few of the girls began nervously walking up to him, requesting partnership. Tyler studied each one carefully, his eyes flashing blue as he saw deeper into their very souls, just like his mother taught him: Humans could lie, but their souls could not. He respectfully declined each one. They were each in it only to make a partner ship... he didn't want to partner up with someone just to partner up.
After about 15 more minutes, the door opened, and out stepped two men. The first one was easily reconizable: Tall, dressed in a black suit, with silver hair spiked up. There wasn't a person here that didn't know him: The Death Scythe Soul Eater Evans, he was famous around Death City as a helpful man, and a teacher at DWMA. He often went out with his Wife on Missions, but she went solo a lot of times now: she could defend herself well enough with her own weapon transforming abilities. He scanned the crows, until he spotted Tyler, and he nodded. Tyler nodded back with a small grin.
The man next to him was even more famous, if that was at all possible. A cool demeanor walked around him, a black and white tux, with the designs perfectly symmetrical. Cool black hair, though once having 3 lines on it, were gone now. This was Death the Kid, or as everyone called him, Lord Death. He looked at the crows, clapping his hands together. "Hello to you all, new weaponss and meisters, and welcome to- HEY YOU! Your jeans are in a weird patter and one leg sleve is higher than the other! FIX IT!- to DWMA. Doubtless, you have all been scouting partners, and we wish you well in your endevors.
As you all should know, your goal is simple: Meisters are to partner up with weapons in hopes of turning them into Deathscythes. To make a weapon into a deathscythe, you need 99 souls of those who ha e strayed from the path of good and have become egss of the demon god, and 1 soul of a witch. We encourage you to try your luck at the missions board... when you have more experiance. Currently, none of you will be allowed to take missions on your first week... now, come i come in!" He said, then walked back into the building.
Some of the people, most who had already found a partner, while Tyler and plenty of others remained. Soul stayed behind to watch over everyone. The first day was always like this: partner searching, then class rosters based oon the partners and other varying things.
Tyler relaxed on a wall, looking around, watching the people meet each other, until Soul came and relaxed on the wall next to him. "I told you, didn't I? This place is crazy on the first day... not cool at all."
"You weren't kidding." Tyler said with a nod. "So, we go through a week of absolute basics before we go on missions?"
Soul nodded. "Because letting you off on your own is suicide... but I think you'll do fine."
"Ya, you and Mom taught me enough for me to hold my own, i would think. Between the excersizes from you and Mom tossing books my way, I have a decent headstart."
"See anyone you like so far?" Soul asked, and Tyler shook his head, looking at the crowd with glowing ice blue eyes.
"You're lucky you got Maka's eyes... those'll be a big advantage to you later."
"I hope so.. I'll take every advantage I can get."
Soul nodded, then perked his head up, looking around. "Sounds like something's going down... arguments happen like this on the first day."
Tyler turned his head, where two men were fighting over a weapon, a young woman with blue and black hair, flowing down, a weapon badge on her light blue shirt and White slacks. Shouts were going on such as "I saw her first!" To be hoest, it was kind of cliche.
Just as it was about to come to blows, Tyler interceeded. "Honestly, we could do without you idiots making a scene."
"What was that?" They both asked, and Tyler held his hands up, walking up to the woman.
" Anwser me this." He asked, "Do you want to be partners with either of these two?" He asked
The woman, socked by the sudden fights, took a minute to find her voice. "No. No I don't."
"There you have it. " Tyler said, looking at the two. "Now get lost."
"Please, you just want her for herself." The first one said, and the second one wasn't backing down either.
"I don't even know her name." Tyler said, then nodded, "My name Is Tyler. Let's be friends." He said with a slight smile, and she nodded. "Iris. Iris Star."
"A pleasure... what, you two are still here?" Tyler asked in annoyance. "What's it going to take for you two to realize?"
He paused for a moment, then his eyes lit up, and he bit his tounge "Alright, I have a way to settle this fairly." He said, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a coin. "We flip for her. Heads, I get to be her partner. Tails, you two continue to argue. Sound fair?" Iris looked absolutly appaled, and downright pissed.
The two men nodded, "Alright then. Flip it."
Tyler nodded, flipping the coin high in the air... then punched the first man straight in the face the second he looked up. He punched the second one as soon as he looked down, and as he stumbled back, he grabbed his shirt, flinging them towards the firs man, pressing forward, tripping them. "As if i would stoop so low." Tyler said, reaching up two catch his coin,
He turned to Iris. " Sorry. I felt it was the best way to quiet them... I never intended on forcing you to do anything... at any right... these two will leave you alone now." Tylr said, and turned, waving goodbye.
"Wait!" Iris said, stopping Tyler in his tracks. "Umm... I like your sense of honor, and you were very brave... would you... like to partner up with me?"
Tyler turned around, his eyes glowing, "A peaceful soul... quiet, yet flled with determination... yeah, I dont think I would mind partnering up with you."
There was the sound of a laugh coming from Soul's direction: The Deathscythe cracking up. "That's my boy! You never cease to surprise me with your methods... wait until Black Star hears who his daughter partnered up with! AHAHAHAHA" He said, walking over and patting Tyler's shoulder, and Tyler turned his head, scratching the back of his head.
"Did he just call Tyler his boy?" Came one whisper, witch Tyler chose to adress. "That's right. My name is Tyler Albarn Evans, im his son." He declared, and the whispers increased.
Tyler turned to offer Iris his hand and she accepted, transforming with a light as she did, until Tyler held a t kusari-gama, two mini scythes fastened by chains. " How does it feel? I can't discharge my wavelength, but I can alter it to match better."
"No, it's fine." Iris said with a nod, "I can accuratly feel your soul... its very unique."
"Thank you." Tyler said, and Iris returned to human form. " I can also transform into a Shriuken, a ninja-to, and a smoke bomb.
"Variety, that's nice... well, let's get inside and register, shall we? "