After climbing probably the longest set of stairs in the world, Delilah finally reached the Death Weapon and Meister Academy. It was just before three, but she still had to wander throughout the halls, searching for the Death Room.
Three minutes before 3:
"Damn it, I swear I've passed through here already," Delilah mumbled to herself, seeing the assignment board on her left for the third time. Students and teachers alike glanced at her, growing silent when she passed. It was like Delilah was trapped in a bubble of silence, and everyone she passed was enveloped in the solemnness.
Someone walked up behind her and tapped Delilah on the shoulder, scaring the wits out of her. She yelped, then quickly turned on her heel, coming face to face with Maka, accompanied by Soul. The blonde smiled.
"Delilah! What brings you to the DWMA?" Maka said, her pigtails bobbing around as she hug-tackled Delilah. The taller girl (not by much) hugged her back, smiling sadly.
"I've been summoned by Lord Death, apparently," Delilah said, shrugging Maka off and brushing off the front of her clothes. "But I have no clue where I'm supposed to be going."
"You're so uncool, Taylor," Soul smirked from behind Maka, baring his overly pointy teeth. Delilah shuddered and turned back to Maka.
"I don't suppose you could show me where the Death Room is?" she said, starting to walk in one direction before Maka tugged on her elbow.
"Other way, silly!" Maka laughed, pointing towards a door.
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Lord Death is…..an interesting character, to say the least. No one really knows what he looks like without the mask and cloak, if there's really anything under there. But the goofy mask and huge gloves (were they gloves?) didn't scare away kids, so one could risk being a little ridiculous.
Maka and Soul lead Delilah underneath the hall of guillotines, Maka babbling on about something and Delilah shuddering at the fact that the blades could come down at any moment. At the end of the hallway, the trio stepped up onto a raised area, where a group of people stood huddled together, Lord Death's spikey head (or hood?) sticking out like a sore thumb.
Maka cleared her throat, alerting the group of their presence and sending them scattering. Lord Death made a goofy peace sign.
"Well hey-o kiddo, what's up? I'm kind of expecting someone, but she's not here yet," Lord Death said in his goofy voice. "So what's on your mind, mini-meister-Maka?"
Maka sighed, hating the nickname that Lord Death had started to give her. It's true, if she didn't hit a growth spurt soon, Soul would start teasing her again, or even worse, comparing her to Liz or Patty.
"We're only here to drop off your guest, Lord Death," Maka said, standing up straight. She could almost hear Soul whisper from behind her, "And maybe eavesdrop a bit."
"Oh? Well, Miss Taylor, please come on out! None of us will bite," Lord Death said, gesturing to the miscellaneous people standing beside him. Amongst a few random strangers, Maka could recognize Spirit (aka Death Scythe, aka her dad), Sid, Nigus, And Death the Kid.
Delilah, who had been shadowed partially by Soul, stepped out into the full view of Lord Death. Her shoulder length dark auburn hair hung in loose waves, and her light blue round collared hoodie nearly blended in with the walls of the Death Room. The hoodie went down to her thighs, and darker grey skintight leggings covered the rest of her slender legs, the bottoms hidden by calf high black boots. She waved partially, and gave a small smile to Lord Death. He was a goofball, just like Ick.
"H-hello there, everybody," Delilah said, stepping forward and towards the group. "What's going on?"
Lord Death made like he was going to speak, but Spirit cut him off.
"This is an intervention, Delilah. You may not know us, but we certainly know you," the red haired man said, lacking some tact.
"We've heard about your little endeavor to become as powerful as a Death Scythe without the help of the DWMA, and we'd like you to come here and continue," Sid said, taking over from Spirit.
"Without your former partner, bless his soul," Death the Kid said bluntly.
Delilah clenched her fists, but softened at the mention of Icarus. "No. I was a weapon with...Icarus...and only him." It took her a while to say his name.
A stranger shook her head sympathetically. "Hon, you don't really have a choice, now. You have to come to the DWMA." It was true. If Delilah didn't start going to school again, it would be against the law and police officers would come searching for her.
"I'll just...go to a different school, and pretend I never was a weapon," she stuttered, coming up with a plan right on the spot.
Lord Death chuckled. "You can't just forget how to be a weapon. It's in your blood."
"Well, sue me for trying!" Delilah shouted, stamping her feet. "I'll move away, right out into the middle of the desert, and no one will ever find me! There! That's my plan! Happy now?" She crossed her arms when she was done, tapping her foot.
Nigus leaned over to Sid and whispered a few things into the zombie's ear. "Do you think madness can be inherited?" Sid looked at her with large eyes. Nigus just nodded her head and sighed.
While Delilah, Spirit, and Lord Death were arguing, Maka and Soul walked over to Kid.
"What the HELL is going on?" Soul whispered somewhat loudly.
Maka punched him in the shoulder, glancing at her father as he crossed his arms at Delilah.
"The kid's gonna be coming to DWMA to find another meister, no big deal," Kid replies, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Once she's transferred and in classes, it'll be like her old meister never existed."
"Well, that's a little insensitive, don't you think?" Maka was a little angry at how tactless Kid was. "How would you like it if Liz or Patty died?"
This shut Kid up.
"Alright, alright," Lord Death half yelled across the room, drawing everyone's attention back to him. "Look, kiddo, could you just TRY to come to the DWMA? For your own sake?"
Delilah sighed and crossed her arms. "I guess," she said quietly, obviously admitting defeat.
Spirit let out a cheer, and walked over to his daughter. "My Maka can help you around, until you get aquatinted enough with the school," he said, wrapping his arm around his daughter's shoulders.
Maka shrugged him away, looking the other direction. "I'm not your Maka, and I already would have helped her," the blonde said coldly as her father turned into a blubbering mess. Delilah held her head in her hands, watching as Spirit started yelling.
"STEIIIIIN. MY DAUGHTER HAAATEES MEEEE," he wailed between sniffles.
Delilah froze. Stein. SHIT.
"Yes, everyone already knows that Maka won't accept your sleazy, cheating, Casanova ass. What else is new?" a strange voice said from the hallway leading to the Death Room. All eyes turned to look as Professor Franken Stein walked in, a cigarette halfway out of his mouth. Delilah's jaw dropped as she recognized him, the man she had been trying to escape.
"What else is new? Well, perhaps the fact that the little runaway weapon who got her meister KILLED is now going to be attending the DWMA. That's new," Kid said sarcastically, only to be met by a Maka chop to the head.
"Don't be so heartless," Maka said through clenched teeth.
Stein looked to Lord Death for confirmation. "Oh? Is that so?" he said, walking towards the only unfamiliar face in the room. Actually, now that he thought about it, he knew her from somewhere. But where?
"What's your name, kid?" Stein said gruffly as he continued his approach to Delilah.
"Delilah Taylor, unless you've remembered already," the girl said, courage peering through her voice. The grey haired man cocked his head at her, still walking slowly towards her. "Seriously? You don't remember? Hm. Guess you knock them up and leave. Good to know."
Stein stopped dead in his tracks.
"You... you're Nora's baby?" he said, his voice faltering. Delilah nodded curtly.
"So this is the accident."
