It was a warm night, the kind of night where the air is so thick with humidity that it seemed to require physical effort to push through it. Maka could feel the heat getting to her, though she had lived her for all her life she had somehow never become fully accustomed to the full force of the Nevada dessert. Spirit had somehow managed to forgot his wallet, but not realize it until after he had racked up a huge bill at the Chupa Cabra. She had spent a couple minutes debating with herself about whether or not to help him out or let him rot in that little pervy hole he had carved out for himself. But the look that Soul had shot her when she had tried to simply sneak back to her room and forget that she had been spawned by such an idiot was enough to make her settle on taking a really big book with her.
She could feel the weight of it inside her trench coat, and she smiled dangerously to herself, the other pedestrians quickly turning away from the crazy girl grinning to herself as she walked down the street. The sleeves on the coat somehow managed to feel both sticky and slick at the same time as sweat made the material cling to skin. But she didn't like going places without it. Her mom had given it to her, and Maka liked the idea of facing her father with her mother on her side. Just the thought of what he was doing, and who he was doing it with….
Maka's hand instinctively jerked out and connected with the brick wall next to her. There was a loud whoomph as her fist met brickwork, and the people on the street had to once again avert their gaze from another crazy shibusen student. The action had relieved a the pressure a little, but the slight throb in her hand seemed to have the opposite effect, each twinge of pain again reminding her of why she had to be out on a night like this. She could feel her body start to heat up as her thoughts started to cycle through everything her father had ever done to make her angry. A small, slightly saner part of Maka wondered if she would pass out if it got any hotter, which was why she entered that alley so late at night. She wasn't particularly asking for trouble, though later Soul's words of not straying or staying out too late would ring through her head (my god did that boy worry), however for whatever reason trouble found Maka that night.
Out of the shadows stumbled an exceptionally drunk young man who attempted to make his way towards Maka. He teetered as he leaned towards her, alcohol was strong on his breath, and lust blatant in his eyes, but Maka was far too preoccupied with fueling her rage to care what one drunkard was trying to say to her. "Hey pretty lady! You look like someone who could learn to be with a real man!"
Maka looked up at the inebriated man, finally registering his presence as a potential threat. "what?" she barked. Maka had long ago lost her patience, now that part of her mind was being taken up by white hot anger.
The man ran a hand through one of her pigtails, "Can I feast on you tonight baby?" He smiled, "want me to be your daddy for the night?" he pulled his fingers out of her hair, and poked her on the nose.
Maka promptly broke these fingers. "Oh what a nice mouth you have, if you want to keep it that way then please never speak again."
Maka moved to step past the figure only to be cut off by a small…. Being wielding a cane.
"Aha, I see you have defeated the drunkard. You meister, you seem to be somewhat capable, how would you like to be wielder of the most amazing weapon ever to exist?" Maka cringed in surprise and then disgust as the little monster waved his cane in her face, "but of course you must first complete the 1000 tasks to prove yourself, let us start with the most important, the five hour story telling. It all star-"
"shut up you little…thing!" Maka tried to push past it but was soon stopped by a cane to the gut.
"fool! you know not what you do, I am Excalibur, the greatest weapon ever to exist! It all star-"
"I said shut up! No one wants to hear any stories about you or your stupid pas-"
"Fool! No one ever said they had to be about me!"