A/N: Hey, Guys! So, in case you couldn't guess, this one is set in... *Drumroll* Soul Eater! Voted by popular choice, and brought up by (semi)popular demand, The Timescape Adventures is back!

"Crap!" Maka yelled as she was thrown backwards by the oncoming attack. Dirt and bruises dotted her face and body. "The Kishin egg had done a good job of wrecking up the place." she said through exhausted pants. "Death City doesn't need this any more that we do."

"No kidding." The scythe in her hands said. The scythe was in fact her partner, Soul Eater. The two of them were students at the Death Weapon Meister Academy, or DWMA. They had been sent on a mission in order to collect the souls of those who had strayed the path of humanity, and developed into what they called Kishin eggs.

Maka Albarn, meister. Her skills are preceded by those only of her mothers. Her hair was pulled into two pigtails, now tattered and ruffled from the fight. Her clothes, a white shirt with a yellow vest, plaid skirt, Buckle-up boots, and black trench coat pulled over it all, were ripping and tearing at the seams all over. She let out a soft whine.

"Aawww man... this was my best coat, too..." she griped, as the Kishin egg came flailing at her. A horrid sight, Kishin eggs. Each soul contorted under the pressure of madness in different ways. This particular one had spikes sticking out all over his body, even his ponytail. Its large, grotesque mouth twisted into a pointed smile as it continuously brought down an onslaught upon the worn out meister. The only thing stopping Maka from being crushed was the scythe in her hands.

Soul Eater Evans, weapon. Quite a few people in this world are gifted with a special ability to transform themselves into a useable, most of the time lethal weapon. Soul Eater was a large steel scythe with a red-grey jagged pattern down the blade and an eye shaped pennant on the top hilt of the weapon.

"Watch it, Maka!" Soul yelled down at her fading meister. "Don't push yourself!"

"Right!" She huffed and jumped back in an attempt to dodge. "Hey, Soul. I think it's about time to..."

"End this?" Soul finished.

Maka smiled as she crouched down lower, ready to strike. "Exactly." She jumped up high into the air, let loose a piercing war cry, and brought the scythe down upon the Kishin eggs head. After a second or two, the Kishin egg feell in half, but didn't hit the ground. Rather, its body twirled up like a ball of tape, and twisted until a red spotted soul popped out.

" 'Bout time I had dinner." Soul yelled as he jumped out of Maka's hands, and back into human form. He was an average looking kid, if average had white hair, red jeans, a yellow sweatshirt, and a decorated headband. He reached out and grabbed the soul, and in one fell swoop, stuffed the soul into his mouth and chewed. He swallowed, and let of a hefty sigh of relief.

"You sure do enjoy souls, dont'cha?" Maka asked.

"Yeah... it's kinda like that feeling you get after you eat a really good meal." Soul described. He grew a mischievous glint in his eye. "Makes me wonder what human souls would taste like..."

At this, Maka brought her opened hand down hard on Soul's head. "You Know were not supposed to eat human souls, or else we'll end up just like the Kishin!"

"Relax, Maka. I was just joking." Soul rubbed the new bump on his head, when he looked up at the now setting sun, its mischievous and creepy face giving out a fading laughter. "It's getting late. Think we should head back?"

"Sounds good." Maka said. The two of them set off for home, when Maka stopped. "Soul, wait." Soul stopped in half a step, and perked up. "Feel that?" Maka asked.

"What is it?" Soul asked quietly.

"I don't know, but I just had a terrible feeling about it."

"What kind of 'terrible'?"

"Like something big is about to descend on Death City, someone big..."

Soul shrugged. "Whatever. Seems kinda uncool to worry about that kinda stuff. let's head out." Soul waved for her to catch up.

"Okay." Maka took one last look around, then ran up to catch up with Soul.

Nearby, in the shadows of a dark alleyway, a faint light slowly faded away to the sounds of metallic Vwoorping, and the sign barely illuminated by the light read, "Police Public Call Box".