Hello all, I do not own Soul Eater world and it belongs to its respective owner.
"Jared! Wake up!" the teacher shouts, "class is over."
"Oh, thanks for waking me up again, Mr. Aillard," Jared replies, rubbing his dark blue eyes.
"I know you do well on your tests, but this has got to stop, you can't just coast on book knowledge here in the EAT class," Mr. Aillard chastises, "and that is why I am forcing you to pair up with a weapon."
Jared stands up and begins walking toward the exit, "that's fine, are they here? Or do I have to meet them somewhere else?"
"He'll be waiting at the park," Mr. Aillard answers, shuffling some papers and finishing up his preparations to leave. His lengthy dull blonde hair bobbing as he does so.
"Aight, have a good day ," Jared calls out as he leaves.
Mr. Aillard sighs,"that boy could tell you any weaknesses at a glance, but getting him to actually fight is like pulling teeth, hopefully he will be able to be one of the first to be able to wield Ophion." Fixing his pitch black suit and blood red tie; he wipes off his dress pants and makes his way out of the class room. While walking down one of the hallways he overhears a pair of screaming female voices.
After walking through the hallways, Jared makes his way outside.
He takes in the fresh desert air; a small gust of air blows his unzipped jacket behind him. The white pigment in his jacket and shorts reflect some of the intense sunlight. Although, the dark blue undershirt does not move because it can't; the undershirt clings so tightly to his scrawny upper body that there isn't a wrinkle on any part of the shirt. The gust quickly dies down, forcing Jared to run his hand through the front of his chocolate brown hair and over to the left to fix it. Jared slowly makes his way to the park; he hopes he can get there early to watch clouds go by.
Shortly, he makes it to the park, and nobody appears to be there to meet up with him, so he finds a nice bench with a wide view of the sky and plops down onto it for the time being.
"You slut! I thought I could trust you!" a girl screams at another.
"I swear, I didn't know," the other replies, trying to calm her once friend down.
This is Just the handiwork of Ophion, who as always, was sitting in the background taking in the full impact of his actions with a slight smirk on his face. The argument didn't last long, much to his dismay, as Mr. Aillard broke it up before it reached a boiling point. He made one of them leave to so that he could talk to the other.
After briefly speaking with her, he looks over to Ophion before calling him over. He drops his smirk, and puts on his "mask," holding onto his black fedora to avoid it falling off of his head, he works his way over to Mr. Aillard.
"What is wrong Mr. Aillard? Any way I can help- oh my, Alyssa, why are you crying?" Ophion sincerely asks, at this point in his craft, when he lies and when he is sincere is indistinguishable.
"Oh, Ophion it's horrible, I found out my best friend and my weapons partner were going out behind my back," she explains between sobs.
She moves in to hug him, and he begrudgingly responds back.
"That's horrible, don't worry, it will be all right," he consolidates while embracing her.
Alyssa cries it out into Ophion's bright yellow suit, much to his dismay.
Meanwhile, Mr. Aillard reaches in to whisper in to his ear, "Your new partner is waiting for you at the park after you finish here."
He nods in response.
After he finished there, he hurried out before he ended up spending more time than he wanted.
"I think that was worth it, myself."
He hurries over to the park to meet his partner, his last two both refused to use him after just two transformations, citing his unnerving soul wavelength as the reason. Another gust of wind blows, forcing him to hold onto his fedora, which is the exact color of Ophion's jacket. His forest green dress pants, vest, and undershirt remain unmoved by the wind.
"Hopefully this one is stronger willed than the last."
After a bit of walking he finally meets his partner, who may have been watching clouds earlier, but had now begun to lie down on the park bench and begin to take a nap. Just before he lays his head down to rest, he notices Ophion heading his way and stands up to greet him in response. Jared's cyan tennis shoes match the toe of Ophion's dress shoes, but while Jared's are completely Cyan with orange tennis shoes, Ophion's dress shoes are brown in the remaining areas.
"Nice to meet you, my name is Ophion Nyoka, and I'll be your new weapon partner," Ophion begins, with his near-permanent smile on his face, he bows.
"You can cut the crap Ophion, I know who you really are on the inside," Jared answers.
"Whatever do you mean?" Ophion questions, not even coming close to breaking his façade.
"Don't think I haven't seen you laughing your ass off as people fight and argue, shortly after they have had contact with you… I'm actually quite surprised people haven't figured it out yet," Jared explains.
"Fine, you got me, are you going to blab to everyone?" Ophion wonders.
"As much as I hate seeing you screw up so many lives, I already know you'll find a way to make me the bad guy, so I'll stay out of it."
Ophion cracks a large smile, "good, now grab onto my arm."
Jared complies, and Ophion quickly transforms into his weapon form.
A black chain wraps around Jared's right arm, before extending out from the beginning and the end of the wrap. The beginning quickly stops after reaching out a foot more, while the back circles around Jared's body 3 times loosely. A neon green streak runs from the head, across the body, and ending at the tail to complete the transformation.
"A whip? Its going to be interesting to learn how to fight with you, I must say," Jared expresses with a bit of nervousness.
"Idiot, look at my design again, pay close attention to my two ends," Ophion exasperatedly retorts.
Jared follows the extension from the beginning of the wrap on his arm to see a clamp in the shape of a snake's head, complete with fangs. Following the other end, he sees that the chains end in a pointed tip.
"So, you're some sort of displacement and stabbing utensil?" Jared questions.
"Yes, my clamps do not let go," Ophion remarks ominously.
Quickly, Ophion asks, "Do you feel a chill?"
"No, why?" Jared responds.
"Whelp, I guess I'm stuck with you then," Ophion affirms, punctuating with a sigh.