So, hey guys, this is the "updated" version of my other story. (Quotes because updated is NOT the word lol)
As you'll notice, It's fairly different already. Well, almost completely different, but whatever man.
I expect the chapters to be, on average, pretty short but that also means I'll be able to post more frequently.

I hope you guys enjoy this as much as you seemed to enjoy the last one!

Blair was the only person they knew in the city but she'd been around enough that Echo was comfortable asking such a favor of her. If Echo was going to move to a completely different place, they at least needed to be with someone that they'd be comfortable. Blair was the only person in Death City that they knew so it was a huge relief when she said that she'd be happy to have Echo spend some time with her.

Blair had known their mom for a number of years, coming and going as she pleased, but always knowing who to come back to.

Echo huffed and strained carrying boxes up the stairs into their new room. Looking around, they noticed that Blair had found herself some nice digs, a definite upgrade from her pumpkin house.
The old one was fine but, it stuck out like a sore thumb. The last thing Echo wanted was to be obviously there. They preferred to stay a neutral npc in the world when they could.
I mean, trouble finds a way to them anyway, sometimes after being sought after but, who else doesn't enjoy reeking a little havoc?

Echo's mother, Anka, had known Blair since high school. They used to be ruffians and do- badders, I guess you could say. Stirring up trouble and getting their hands dirty.
Nobody really cared for them where they lived or rested their heads but they preferred it that way. They only needed each other.
Blair couldn't really relate to anyone except for Anka. The most people would assume of Blair was that she was a witch and nothing more.
Now, that may not be true but, she sure did act like it. Plus, it didn't help that the only other person she would consistently be seen with was a witch.

Anka was a skilled witch, even at a young age. Her mother taught her well and was sure to instill in her what should and shouldn't be done as a witch. She made her know ad believe that you can happily live without being hunted as long as you didn't give a reason to be hunted.
Blair and Anka caused ruckus and all but nothing ever serious or permanent. Well, Anka made sure at least. Blair was more wreckless but was still mindful. She didn't have much to worry about but knew that she could get Anka in some serious shit if they weren't careful.

Echo had been around Blair for a good portion of their life but Blair liked to, well, be a nomad for lack of a better word. She had gone all over before deciding to take up permanent residence in Death City.

After deciding that they didn't like the opportunities that were available to them, Echo decided to move in with Blair. They'd heard a lot of stuff about Death City from books and stuff but Blairs telling of the city made it all the more enticing. She would go on and on about the amazing things that happened every day and all the incredible people she'd met over the time she'd been there. She even knew a bunch of students that went to the DWMA and that really peaked Echos interest.

Echo likes to learn. It's not a very common trait but it keeps them driven.
They read a lot and are always paying close attention. They're able to give complete attention to something and always work through it. It's something that they've been able to do since they were little but has been able to master it through hard work and guidance from their mother.

They don't really care much for joining the DWMA, they don't even know if they'd be accepted if they tried.
That isn't what interests them though. It's everything they can learn from the outside points of view. There is so much unknown to them about how the school works and the bonds between meisters and weapons. It's all so intricate and mysterious to them.

Echo fills their time with mostly studying the occult and weird.
Death himself runs this school and that alone is tantalizing enough for them to want to get close. An oopurtunity like this comes once in a life time so their sure to be careful and not cause ruckus while they were in the city.

The boxes dropped onto the bed with a thump and made the bed bounce a little, like a ripple.
They sat on the foot of the bed and just soaked the scene in. It was a nice size, well lit, a lot of dark colors, and pretty bare. Blair must've thought they'd want to customize it. They appreciate the gesture and might actually have fun decorating.

Echo took one last look around the room then decided that, since the rest of the boxes were too heavy for them to carry, they might as well start hanging clothes up. Mostly comfy shirts, tank tops, sweat pants, and things of that nature. In the way back of the closet you'd find, the formal wear. Not to be touched unless absolutely necessary.
Shoes neatly lined on the floor of the closet and everything that could fit in the closet put away, Echo moved all the boxes and bags off the bed and neatly stacked them to one side of the room out of the way.

They fell backward onto the bed and sighed deeply
"Well, I guess it all starts here"

Well, there you go! I know it's a little rough but gimmie a break man, it's been a while lol

Fun fact about me: I recently started going by they/them pronouns so I decided to write a character with the same preference. It's been pretty difficult to get used to the new pronouns, not only for myself but also the others around me, and I figure consistently writing about it will not only help me get used to it but also help make it a social norm for some people.

Let me know what you guys think!
Review and let me know what I'm doing wrong and could be doing better!
If you have any ideas for this or future stories, PM me. You never know what'll actually get written! I need as much as I can to get back into the swing of it ahah