First actual chapter guys, I'm excited. Though remember, the whole group isn't going to pop up together, Roy needs to gather them up, so sorry if your OC doesn't appear as soon.
Disclaimer: All OCs belong to their respected owners.
Roy sighed happily as he saw someone in the distance of the desert sand dunes. He sprinted through the sands in hopes that this person had water on them. Maybe leaving Death City without any transportation was a bad idea. But he didn't care, this person either was as absent minded as him or tough to walk to the city.
"Hey there! Do you have water!?" He gasped for breath as he stopped right in front of the person. Roy looked up to see and young woman with black hair held in a messy bun, a few tendrils framing her face, her bangs sweeping over and barely above her right eye.
"Yes I do, but tell me why I should give you some?" She had a stoic serious look on her face as she crossed her arms.
"Um, I'm trying to survive this desert..." He noticed her intense stare at him.
"Are you from the DWMA?" The black haired boy gave a cold look.
"No, I'm not, I'm starting up my own group that's going to rival the academy." He smirked, feeling proud of his idea. The woman had a faint glint in her eyes hearing about his plans.
"Tell me more about this group?"
"Well, so far it's only me, but the way I see it, we'll just save lives any way we can. Just our own rules to live by, answering to no one, that way we all get stronger at our own pace and not the academy's pace." Roy explained, his light coffee eyes shining a bit.
"I want in, my name is Nicolette, but call me Nico." Her tone always remained with serious poison, it unnerved the boy.
"Roy... are you a weapon or meister?"
"Meister, you?" She turned around, facing the opposite direction she was going before.
"I'm a weapon, a gun blade." Nico tilted her head to look at him, the permanent glare in her eyes scaring him.
"That's incredibly different, let me see you transform, now." She commanded. Roy nodded and flashed a crimson red. Forming into an orb before flashing into a gun blade. The blade being straight forward out, being a bit short, but still long. The trigger rested between the blade and handle, above it was a six chamber cylinder. The handle itself was aligned with the blade, being more of a machete. "Amazing, and you can actually fire soul bullets?" The boy's reflection appeared in the blade.
"Yeah, but they don't go far. So hope you're good with short distance fighting." Nico smiled as she rested the blunt edge of the blade on her shoulder and back.
"No complaints here." keeping him rested on her shoulder, Nico began walking back the way she came from, knowing it was the same direction Roy was heading in.
"Now about that water."
"Oh that, I don't have any, I just wanted to see what you had to offer, but don't worry, I passed by some cactuses on my here." The weapon wanted to yell at her, but he didn't want to lose his only member in the first five seconds, he held his tongue and waited. 'At least she's carrying me to water...'
Roy watched as she trek through the desert, not stopping for a moment, determined to get to their destination, wherever that might be. Nico didn't stop, she was still going, despite the worries from the weapon. He kept insisting that he could carry her, but she refused every offer. Eventually she passed a cactus.
"Finally, a target." She brandished the gun blade and charged at the cactus, first slicing off the thorns all over. Taking the momentum from the first few cuts, she shifted hands and cut horizontally. Nico stuck her hand out and caught the cactus piece with it's contained water still intact. She stabbed Roy into the dirt and watched as he resumed human form. "Here you go."
He took the cactus style cup of water and bowed to her. "Thanks, that was kinda cool using the cactus as a practice dummy while getting me water." He took a sip and relished that water. Roy handed it back to his new partner. "Here, I left some for you."
"Thank you, but I don't need it." He sighed, knowing she was too strong willed to accept his kind offer. He finished the last of the water and began walking ahead of her.
"C'mon, we're wasting daylight just standing here." Nico let a sigh escape her lips as she followed but took the lead again.
The two eventually made it to Reno Nevada, Nico's home city. She led him to her own mansion.
"Wow, you're loaded with money..." The boy gasped as he marveled at the home.
"My father is a successful business man." She explained. Roy sat at the couch and waited for his new partner to say something.
"I actually have to let him know about our agreement. I'll be right back."
"Actually, is it ok if I take a look around town, I'll make sure to come back as soon as I can." Nico gave him an approving nod, with the green light given, Roy walked out and wandered throughout the suburbs. He needed to clear his head from the excitement of a successful first recruitment. His wandering eventually caused him to crash into another person, one that remained still even as he bumped into them.
"I'm so sorry about that, I should look where I'm going." Roy quickly apologized as he stared at a young man at his height. Snow white hair that swept over his eyes and flared out in a wavy manner in the back. His eyes were heterochromatic, the right being a light blue with amber specks, the left being amber with blue spikes around the pupil. Those eyes, so alike yet still different. He couldn't stop staring. He noticed that he was staring and that this boy wore a black mask starting from the bridge of his nose that covered all the way to his neck beneath his shirt.
"It's fine, I don't mind it at all." His voice remained still in tone. Giving him a sense of calm stoic nature. The boy began to walk off but something about him screamed something that Roy couldn't really put his finger on yet.
"What a strange guy..." Deciding he had enough walking to deal with today, Roy made his way back to the mansion.
When he walked in through the double doors, he found Nico standing next to the same boy he bumped into earlier.
"Hey, it's you." Roy smiled as he saw the same mismatched eyes glance at him.
"You met him before?" Nico stared at both her weapon and guest.
"Yeah, a while ago when I was walking, who is he?"
"Well, I didn't want my father to be unprotected during my enrollment at the DWMA, so I hired him as a bodyguard. But his services will no longer be needed since I'm staying home and searching for potential members for our group." Roy stared at the white haired boy again. It was hard to tell by his loose fitting long sleeve shirt, but he seemed to have a nice build. At least it seemed like that by his stature, hard to tell under the black shirt.
"He can stay, if he's good enough to be a bodyguard then he should be a great member." The young woman looked at the gun blade.
"That's not a bad idea, why didn't I think of that before?" She held her chin, as if trying to rationalize why she never thought of it. "Enough with this, it's getting late, let me show you to your room." For a second, Roy wondered why she didn't use the plural of room. After following Nico throughout the house, she eventually stopped at a set of doors.
"You two will be staying in this room, since we're forming a team, we need to be put in training. Sharing a room will be one way to train us, and to show my dedication, I'm even leaving the comfort of my luxurious bedroom to room in them as well." When she opened the door, the sight of a few beds set up in rows greeted them. A few dressers next to each bed, and a few desks and lamps. "This will be the boy's room, the one across from this one will be for the girl's." Nico finished her explaining before going into said room.
For a full minute, there was nothing but complete silence between the white haired boy and Roy.
"So... what's your name?"
"Salem..." He answered, not so much as turning to him.
"Man... talk about antisocial..." The black haired boy sighed and put on a wide smile. "Well, I'm Roy, Roy Komamura! How's about you tell me your full name?"
"I'd rather not." Salem crossed his arms and sat on a bed, silently claiming it as his own.
"Ya gotta be shitting me man. No one is that cold hearted, out with it already." Roy began to get impatient and a bit annoyed at this young man.
"Salem W. Cadwell." The black haired weapon smiled, having finally gotten an answer.
"Good, we're making progress. Now tell me what makes you a great body guard?" Without warning, Salem gripped his right wrist and strained his right palm. Sparks flying off of his fingertips and creating electricity, what made it even more unique was the color, pitch black with a glowing outline.
"I can project my wavelength without a meister. Soul Force is what they call it." Roy stared in amazement at the black electricity.
"Damn that's awesome." The black haired boy yawned and looked over at the closest bed to the door. "Well, we better get some sleep." He removed his hoodie and tossed it to the side lazily. Jumping into his bed without any disregard for how stupid it looked. He looked over to see that Salem had changed rather quickly, yet keeping his mask on. 'I'm too tired to ask right now...'
With his thoughts drifting away, the boy fell asleep along with the others in the house.
Yay, two characters introduced. And I'm currently working on the cover art for this story right now. So hope you liked the real intro. Again, you're character will appear eventually, hopefully the next few chapters.