Sam's POV
Sam stood at the bottom of the steps looking up at the DWMA apprehensively. Sure she was a weapon, and sure she was tired of living off the streets. However, no matter how many times you'v done it, going to a new school is scary.
Suddenly, Sam was violently shoved from behind as someone ran up the steps with reckless abandon. She got the impression of green hair and a black jacket before hand-springing up the steps to avoid she looked up she was alone.
When Sam reached the top of the steps she saw two students waiting by the girl was obviously a mister. She had blond pigtails and intelligent green eyes. The boy standing beside her was most likely her weapon. He had white hair, red eyes, and abnormally pointy they saw Sam walking towards them the girl waved and they walked over.
"You're Samantha Rallen right?" The girl asked. Sam gave her a calculating look and nodded.
"Nice to meet you. My name's Maka, and this is my partner Soul." Maka said.
"Are you going to take me to Lord Death?" Sam asked.
"No, not right now. Lord Death is speaking to another student right now. We're here to show you around first." Maka replied.
"That's ok." Sam said. "Can we go to the infirmary first though? There is something I need to tell the resident doctor if Lord Death is unavailable."
"Why?" Soul asked, looking concerned.
"I have a ... Condition." Sam said. "It could start acting up and you should know what's happening if it does."
"Ok." Maka said a little impatiently. "Then we'll go see Nigus first and show you around afterward."
Maka turned and began walking toward the school with Soul at her shoulder. Sam started to follow but suddenly stopped up short clutching her head. Why now? She thought as her breath shortened and a pounding filled her head. She tried to fight it but the pain won and blackness began clouding her vision.
Sensing that Sam was no longer following, Maka turned around to see Sam clutching her head in pain.
"Hey." Maka said taking a step toward her. "Are you alright?"
"I didn't want this to happen today of all days." Muttered Sam under her breath. She gasped as a new wave of pain hit then her knees went out from under her and she was consumed by darkness.
Quicksilver's POV
Quicksilver was been speaking to Lord Death about coming to the DWMA when a green-eyed girl with pigtails burst into the room and said that the new student had callused. Since Quicksilver was clearly still conscious, it had to be someone else.
"Did you tell Stein? Asked Lord Death.
"Yes, but he was in the middle of a dissection and didn't want to stop so he said to tell you." The girl replied.
"Did you at least take her to the nurse?" Lord Death asked.
"Well, no." The girl admitted. "I can't pick her up and when Soul tried he almost dropped her."
"Aaa well." Said Lord Death. "Maybe Quicksilver here can help you. He seems quite strong." Quicksilver smiled and flexed his biceps.
"Sure I'll help the damsel in distress." He said. The girl gave him a disgusted look and walked out, expecting him to follow.
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When they reached the front of the school Quicksilver saw a white-haired boy kneeling beside a girl who was passed out against a pillar. The girl was tall and slim with a long black braid that fell over one shoulder. She was wearing a blue and silver halter top and black skirt with black leggings. As he drew closer, Quicksilver noticed a strange black design which curled around her right eye.
Quicksilver knelt down and with the help of the white haired boy got the unconscious girl on his back. The green-eyed girl, who had introduced herself as Maka and the boy as Soul, quickly led them to the nurses office. Once there, a woman warped in bandages helped him put the girl on a bed. He stood up and turned around to see Maka and Soul standing by the door.
"Will you stay with her to make sure she's all right?" Maka asked.
"Why me?" Quicksilver asked.
"We need to get to class and someone has to stay with her." Maka replied.
"Fine." Quicksilver said and sighed. Looks like he'd be on sleeping beauty duty for a wile.
