Hi everyone and thanks so much for reading. I know i may have promised this to be out on saturday or sunday to some of you but I just couldn't swing it. So do whatever you have to do, shoot me, string me up by my toes but i hope you still enjoy that story. Reviews on any and all aspects of the story are greatly appreciated. I do not own the Soul Eater franchise. Last note, I am still accepting OC's for later use in this story. Hero's, villains, miesters, weapons, whatever. My standard form for submitting an OC can be found here. Soul Eater OC . FYI italics are thoughts not spoken aloud in case anyone was unfamiliar with that.
The sun laughed heartily in the sky as it beamed brightly down upon the Death Weapon Miester Academe
"Haahaahaahaahaahaahaahaa…"
A large crowd shifted in the bright sun rays that showered down on the main courtyard. It was orientation day. A chance for those weapons and miesters who had not yet paired up to do so, or be assigned a partner if need be. Small circles formed within the crowd around those who had agreed to fight to establish compatibility, or in some cases to determine pecking order and size others up, as often was the case. The teachers and faculty members oversaw the fights as usual.
Orientation day was always hectic.
A dark figure stood on a balcony high above the courtyard. The white mask covering his faced gleamed in the afternoon sun. A suited man with long red hair approached.
"Salutations, Lord Death" Spirit spoke cordially. Lord Death nodded slightly but continued to stare out across the academe and surrounding city. "Nice day for orientation? Not like a years ago when it rained." Lord Death nodded again. Spirit pursed his lips tight, "You're talkative today."
Lord Death did not nod.
The crowd shifted, circled and contorted as people moved away from those who had begun to spar. There was a small flash from a weapon who had just used their ability during a fight.
Two figures stood on opposite sides of a large column, hidden from the sun and barely visible from the courtyard. They stood there motionless and silent as they had since orientation had started 45 minutes ago.
The crisp sound of hard steel bottom shoes on stone echoed loudly down the hall behind the two and a small red ember smoldered softly.
"Shouldn't you two be out there?" a gruff voice asked. They both turned to see him. The cigarette tip hardly illuminated his circular glasses and facial scars.
"Yeah yeah yeah" said a female voice.
"You'll need to get out there if you want to get a new partner and stay in the DWMA."
"You know both of us can see their souls from here."
"Soul size isn't all there is to a partner. There's martial skill, determination, personality, compatibility." Stein stated harshly.
"Maybe, but it doesn't hurt either" the girl retorted snidely. She paused for a moment and then looked back at the professor. "Fine" She said exasperatedly. "I'll go 'mingle'" she air quoted as she walked off. "I'm sure he's seen enough to start making a decision, why don't you get on his case?" she said over her shoulder as she walked into the light of the courtyard. The two figures still in the shadows exchanged lookes and the taller of the two leaned off the wall with a sigh and walked in the same direction as the girl.
The heat from the desert sun beat down hard on him as he entered the courtyard. He strode along wearing a black leather jacket with two blue stripes on the bicep just below the shoulder and a dark blue undershirt, with two black belts X'ing his chest. He also wore black jeans and military boots and a deep blue military cap with sunglasses resting on the brim. He could see the girl from before further into the crowd already, she was in blue cutoff short shorts and a baggy AE pink sweatshirt and white canvas top vans. Her curly dark brown hair was worn down to her mid back and almost covered the left side of her face. Considerably more murmuring and chatter had started among the future students closer to the two.
"That's Landen 'The Carnage' Soul" said one boy among a small group.
"She's Era 'The Crimson Slaughter' Maxwell" one girl said to another.
They both wore a silver pin, Landen's a 'W' and Era's an 'M' and under each three silver stars. Era wore hers on her shorts and Landen's on his hat.
"So that's a three star miester?" a boy said a little louder than he meant and Era turned to silently glare at him.
"I heard she has some amazing unique soul wavelength technique" another student whispered to his new partner behind Era's back.
"Care to find out?" she asked in a threatening tone that froze the two whispering in place.
As Landen walked he handed out the occasional blank blue pieces of paper. When he reached the other side of the crowd he shouted above all the noise. "If I handed you a blue card, I invite you to come spar with me." He spoke in a commanding voice and people around him had moved back to allow a large sparring area. Era had continued bustling through the crowd and paid him no mind.
A tall blonde boy stepped forward into the circular area. A few students around the circle watched with excitement. He held up a blue piece of paper. "Jamison's the name, kicking ass is the game." He sneered. "Well come on, let's do it and get this fight over with. I got a date in victory circle in a few minutes"
Landen took a solid stance but said nothing. Jamison smiled and brought his fists up, threw a few jabs at the air then shook it off and brought his fists up again. Jamison charged forward and threw a powerful right hook but Landen had already dropped to one knee and threw his left elbow hard into Jamison's gut, just below his solar plexus. He fell with a thud behind Landen, out cold. Not enough martial skill Landen thought to himself.
"Next" Landen proclaimed loudly.
A redheaded girl stepped forward next, blue card held between two fingers. Landen nodded to her. She made an exposition in moving her arms and body in a flowing Tia Chi style before coming to battle ready position. "Why can't I see your soul?" she asked.
"A special technique I developed here at the DWMA" She nodded. He advanced forward and began throwing slow speed strikes and watched as she worked to block and counter them. Then he began to speed up, but as he did she began to distance herself. As his movements got faster she retreated faster and faster until he stepped forward trapping her foot under his and shouldering her and knocking her solidly on her ass. Hold your ground. Landen frowned and turned away.
More fighters approached, presenting their cards. Each failed to satisfy as a partner.
A medium height girl with short black hair and a traditional Japanese school outfit stepped up next. "Mokeko." she said, rather fiercely bringing her hands together and bowing.
"Landen Soul" he replied in a calmer regard and mimed her gesture. She swayed back and struck a battle ready pose. Then without waiting, initiated the fight with fast strikes and kicks.
Landen sparred with her in very metered way. Analyzing and noting every movement.
He allowed a spinning back hand close by his face and felt a familiar faint electric tingle. She's trying to hit me with her soul wavelength. As she continued to spin he gave a hard open handed shove to her back, pushing her a good distance away.
She glared at him and lightly shook it off, then charged head on. She lunged at him, throwing a fake high superman punch. Landen saw this facade but brought his hands up to guard anyways. The punch bounced off lightly, while a more powerful and wavelength filled shot landed squarely in his abdomen. A perfect hit.
But it seemed to have absolutely no effect. Mokeko looked up at him, visibly shattered "How?" she managed to squeak out, her fist still resting on his stomach.
"When I pushed you. It was enough full contact to read your soul wavelength and control my own to copy it. Your wavelength passed through me unharmed cause it was the exact same as yours. That's also why I needn't worry about matching soul wavelengths with any of these potential partners."
Mokeko sunk down to her knees and hung her head in what appeared to be disgust. Then, after a moment she rose to her feet and quietly disappeared into the crowd.
Landen sighed, No commitment.
More and more blue card fighters approached but each seemed to hold some crucial flaw for Landen.
"Were there anymore?" he asked aloud. The people in the area around him were silent.
Then a girl stepped forward. A tall golden blonde with wavy hair to he shoulder blades, fair skin and pink full lips. She was slim but lean with an ample bosom. She wore a skin tight purple tank top and black jeans that hugged her legs tight as well. Black shoes with purple laces and black boxers tape on her left hand and purple tape on her right.
"Me, Delmira Blasa."
"I don't remember giving you a card"
"You didn't" she replied smugly and smiled at him. Landen looked off to the side and seemed to be mulling it over. He spoke up.
"What does your name mean?"
She looked back, a little stunned. Of all the things to ask someone who just pushed their way uninvited to your little testing deal. How odd. "Blasa is German for firebrand. Firebrand means a passionate person or someone of radical action."
"Hmmmmmm, well then," he smiled "let's see if it's true." Before he prepared to spar he took a closer look at her soul. It was bigger than he expected and larger than most in the crowd.
She brought her fists up close to her face and approached him. Within 5 feet she held out her right fist and he bumped it with his own. Hmmmm boxing style Landen though. After dancing around a bit she let loose a wild round house kick. Landen easily ducked under it. She's clever, feigning one fighting style then attacking with a dramatically different one to throw the opponent off balance. Attacking rather poorly, but still clever. Landen continued to duck and weave around her under skilled strikes. He dodged another lazy punch, rolling his eyes back as he did.
"Getting bored?" Delmira asked in an annoyed tone while still throwing a fury of punches and kicks.
"Expecting more" he said as his hand shot out to grab her ankle as another high and wide kick came in, stopping her momentum.
She panted lightly "Maybe I'm just holding back like you are."
"Hopefully" he said with a sneer and locking his dark blue eyes with her deep purple ones.
"There's more to fighting than just kicking and punching" she sneered back, breaking away from his hold and regaining her footing.
"I agree" he lunged towards her, testing her response to aggression. She quickly ran at him, throwing her hands forward and trying to gain a grappling position. A sudden hand deflection from Landen and a kick to the calf turn her momentum against her. She landed hard at the other end of the circle. Delmira got up and dusted herself off. Then leaped at him again, but met with the same results. And again. And again.
Down on one knee, her leg muscles tensed ready to leap again. Landen held his palm up to her. "You can't touch me, you can't trick me, you can't over power me, and even if you could, you can't grab me. So what's your plan?"
She glared up at him, still breathing heavy, frenzy in her eyes, then sprang off her feet and at him once again, fist cocked back and ready to strike. "I don't know." She cried out.
A quick side step avoided her attack and an elbow thrown back in instinct makes contact with the back of her head and caused her to fall flat on the ground. Hmmm, I wonder if that was too rough for her. Landen looked down at her motionless body. But why should I be concerned for this random miester?
"You'll pay for that" She mumbled, her face still in the ground. Her hands spread out and push herself up. She manages to come up to a very shaky standing position, fists held just below her chin.
A smirk finally replaces the disappointed scowl that had occupied is face all day. He approached her, as he did she tensed up, but he slowly reached out and grabbed her fist. Softer than I expected he thought although not much about this miester had been what I expected. He took her fist and held it high above her head. The surrounding crowd clapped and even a few 1 and 2 star teams who had come to observe from the balconies voiced their approval. Landen clasped her hand in his and brought it down in an arm wrestle style handshake and looked into her eyes.
"Partners?" he asked with a grin.
"Partners" she replied firmly. They pulled each other closer and touched at the forehead. Both smiled, their eyes gleaming.
Delmira brought her head back then suddenly thrust it forward into Landen's. A soft thud as their skulls collided. The crowd went into a stunned silence and Landen reeled back in pain. Then managed to shake it off and look back at her again.
"Told you I'd get you back for that" she sneered.
Landen looked shocked for a moment and then began to smile. "So much for revenge being served cold"
"Haha nope, best served boiling hot and in large quantities" she smiled back. They both began to laugh uncontrollably. The surrounding crowd seemed to nervously laugh it off then dissipate sensing that the excitement was now over.
Well there's the first chapter for ya. I really hope you enjoyed it and really look forward to any reviews. There will be a follow up chapter to this one and then more OC's of my own and those submitted by others will start getting introduced. And i know you'll really enjoy the next chapter. I sure did. So stick around. I plan on finishing and releasing it July 23rd or 24th. So get to reviewing and sending those OC's in. Till next time. :)
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