A/N: This chapter's a bit different from the other ones. I wanted to have the meeting cause a slight rift between Victoria and the rest of the group as the show just instantly makes the fight a moot point, and they just SUDDENLY become friends.
However, the next chapter is gonna be the introduction to a happy little ball of joy. I'm probably going to stray a lot from the original story for a little, but don't worry - I'll eventually get to it. Thanks for being patient and enjoy!

Morning time. The giggling moon slowly set and made way for the mocking sun, which grinned down on everyone and laughed ever so heartily within the sky.

Sunrays beamed down and cast a glaring light through the windows of seven very different people, each one with their own way of waking up.

Max Caulfield, Blade Meister and avid photographer always woke up wrapped in the well defined arms of her lover.
Chloe Price, Blade Weapon and punk rock chic always woke up with the beaming freckled face of her lover a couple of inches away from her.

Warren Graham, Bow Meister and Level 87 High Elf always woke up to an alarm set by his weapon, fumbling around for the snooze button as he'd spent hours last night on World of Warcraft.
Brooke Scott, Bow Weapon and expert drone flyer always woke up with her music blaring in her headphones, often the same simple playlist on repeat.

Victoria Chase (she had always desired a last name, and had decided upon that one as she felt it made her name as beautiful as she was), Staff Meister and secret lover of delicious chocolate chip cookies always woke up flawlessly - stepping out of bed, making it neatly, gathering the clothes she had picked out the night before and heading for a shower that took exactly ten minutes and thirty seconds.
Taylor Christiensen, Staff Weapon and excitable blonde always woke up with a wide grin on her lips, rolling over and kicking her legs into the air as she wrote down her dreams into her journal.
Courtney Wagner, Staff Weapon and the only one with any sense in their team always woke up grumpily, downed two cups of coffee and sat on her laptop until she was forced to diffuse whatever "horrific" situation Victoria got herself into first thing in the morning.

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The DWMA was abuzz with Gossip. According to the Bulletin Board, a new student was to be joining Class Crescent Moon. Some rumors stated the new student was a tall, smoldering male with dark eyes and a voice of gold. Some stated the new student was an average looking female with bright teeth and a talent unmatched.

Whatever the rumors were, judgement had been cast. Warren and Chloe had agreed the new student deserved a "hella welcome", and so a hazing plan had been hastily scribbled out.

"Right! The plan is as follows, broskis!" Chloe announced, clapping her hands together to attract attention. It was lunch currently, the new student due to arrive to the final class. The blue-haired punk stood upon a pillar just outside the school, arms folding. Her leather jacket made the heat unbearable, but Chloe didn't care. "Coolness over being cool", she casually stated, whilst sweating buckets. Her skin-tight skinny jeans, combat boots and beanie only continued to make her feel like she was melting, but nevertheless. She had a reputation to uphold.

Warren was standing just in front of her, not on a pillar. He was scanning through a notebook, grinning at their hazing ritual. Sneakers, shorts and a short-sleeved shirt was his attire, although the shirt proudly displayed an alien landing in a flowerbed, with a speech bubble that read "Take me to your weeder"

At least he found it amusing.

Max was sat on the steps just outside the school, casting her eyes over her lover and their friend, a roll of her sky blue hues accompanying Chloe's loud announcement. Her outfit was her usual, a shirt with her usual deer pun (this one read "Go Buck Yourself", and depicted an angry looking deer). The shirt had been a gift from her girlfriend, and a rather amusing one at that. Baggy light blue jeans adorned her legs, her usual grey hoodie tied around her waist, bare arms exposed to the sunlight.

Brooke was leaning against a wall, controller in her hands as she casually flew around her drone, currently using it to infuriate random passer-bys in the streets. Her outfit comprised of shorts, leggings, a light grey hoodie and her tight black wristband, something she never explained to anyone and never would. It just was.

Looking over her poorly crafted audience, Chloe let out a dramatic sigh before simply dropping next to Warren.

"Maxipad, my beloved." She started, and almost instantly Max narrowed her eyes. "I have decided that for the hazing ritual, Warrbear is to be my Meister. We are still paired, in both soul and fuckbuddies, but you have no interest in fighting this newcomer, correct?" She had put on her best English accent, one that made Warren roll his eyes and Max simply snicker at how terrible it was.

"Yes, I give my consent to this on the condition I be allowed to watch you two fail spectacularly."

Warren looked offended, clearing his throat. "Excuse you, Max, but twenty bucks says we beat the new kid."

"Done. Brooke, wanna come watch these two lose and Warren hand me twenty dollars?"

Brooke grinned wide and looked over to them, moving the drone to float near the trio. "I plan on filming your spectacular failure." She announced.

Chloe folded her arms and huffed, before turning to Warren who made the same face. "Don't listen to Debbie and Donna Downer there, Warrbear. Maximus Prime and Brookeback Mountain are gonna eat their words."

Warren snorted at Brookes nickname, grinning wide and extending his hand to the taller punk girl. "No problem, Chlo. We should shift and wait for this kid."

Max nudged Brooke and gestured to the tall wall. "We can watch from up there."

Brooke nodded in return and the two girls turned, walking towards it. The Asian girl slowly moved her drone onto the wall, tucking the controller into her hoodie pocket and dropping to one knee. She laced her fingers together and held her palms to Max, gesturing with her head.

Max set her palm on the other girls shoulder and set her foot on the platform created, pushing up with Brooke quickly, the force sending the waif practically flying up the wall. She caught the edge and dug her fingertips into the groove's they'd cut there, turning her waist slightly and holding her hand out to the other girl. Brooke took the hand and Max pulled quickly, muscles tensing as she yanked Brooke up quickly. After a few seconds of careful foot positioning, the two of them had mounted the wall and watched the scene that was about to unfold. Max sat with her legs over the edge, Brooke standing behind her and removing the drone controls, sending the drone down to the best angle and simply waiting.

Whilst the girls climbed up, Warren had jumped onto the pole and grinned wide, hand moving out. Chloe took the males wrist, as his fingertips wrapped around her own, and they shared a curt nod before a blinding white light erupted. Once it had faded, in Chloe's place stood a large blade, the hilt being gripped by Warren to prevent it falling. Warren pursed his lips and whistled lowly. "Never seen you in weapon form before, Chlo. You look awesome."

For a moment there was silence until Chloe's voice rang out, sounding disgusted. "Dude your soul is so fuckin' tricky to match to. Max can probably hear me too, although I'm not sure I can hear her. Anyway, I know I fuckin' look awesome. Where's the poor sonuvabitch thats gonna get his ass kicked?"

The duo watched the streets in silence, waiting quietly for their target.

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"Tori seriously your nail polish is fine."

"Courtney can't you see the edge is chipped?! I'm going to have to start again oh my god this day is fucking horrible!"

"Victoria, get in the goddamned car or we're gonna be late."

"I need to fix my nail!"

"TORI!"

"Fine, fine! But you're driving so I can fix my nail on the way there."

Courtney sighed audibly and grabbed the keys from the counter, glancing over to Taylor who gave her the thumbs up. After a moment she let a smile touch her lips, until it was broken by Victoria giving a huff.

"Will you two stop making bedroom eyes at each other and hurry up, I want to get there soon."

"Shut up, Tori." Both Courtney and Taylor said in unison, before sharing a quick grin at the perfection of sharing that statement. Once they had shared the look, Courtney pulled open the door and stepped to the side, gesturing for both females to get out. Taylor happily skipped out the apartment, Victoria sulking after her as she gripped a light violet purse in her "perfect" hand. Courtney closed and locked the door behind her, heading down the steps in silence as Victoria leaned against the car, examining her slightly chipped nail.

"Drive slowly, Courtney. If you fuck up my nails I'll scream."

Courtney gave up the fight against her eye rolling and did exactly that. She inhaled slowly and pinched the bridge of her nose, before unlocking and getting into the car. Starting up the engine, she pulled away from the apartment and went slowly for Victoria, who was working on her nail with her tongue out.

They pulled into the parking lot, Courtney deciding to park next to a rather beat up pick-up truck. Victoria gasped as she saw it, a look of utter disgust crossing her features.

"Courtney. Taylor. What the fuck is that."

"What's what, Tori?" Taylor asked, personality bubbly as always. She didn't see an issue with the truck, rather it had character.

"That fucking truck. Who owns it? It's disgusting."

"Hm. The number plate says TWNPKS." Courtney mused, before looking over to the large walls of the academy. She smiled wide, head tilting. "This must be our new school. C'mon you two."

Victoria was finally able to stop mentally vomiting, turning and marching off towards the steps leading up to the academy. Despite the fact she was no longer looking at the truck, she continued to curse it out.

"It's just fucking heinous! That disgusting colour, and I swear to god I saw burger wrappers and milkshakes in there! Who would even consider letting their fucking truck get that disgusting. Must be some backwater hillbilly type."

Courtney rolled her eyes and followed, Taylor skipping happily along behind the two, grinning wide at everything around her.

After a moment or two, they paused at the top of the stairs, eyebrows lifted at the sight in front of them. An average-height brown haired male stood on top of a post, gripping a rather large silver blade with a rose, skull and vine pattern that ran down the middle. On a wall not too far away sat another brunette, kicking her legs and watching the trio with a small smile. Behind her stood a rather tall black-haired female, who pushed the glasses on her nose slightly further up and grinned widely.

The brown-haired male pointed at the trio. "Which one of you is the new Meister joining Class Crescent Moon?"

Victoria sighed and shook her head. "That'd be me, shitforbrains."

"As a trial to see if you are worthy, I challenge you to a fight! If you don't accept, you're a coward! If you do accept, be prepared to lose!"

Victoria sighed louder and closed her eyes, fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. "Taylor. Courtney. Staff Mode. Now."

"Right!" The duo nodded at the same time, a blinding flash of light erupting. Both females vanished, replaced instead with two large tonfas. Victoria gripped the handle of the twin Tonfas and slammed the edges together, and after another blinding flash of light, the staff settled calmly in her hand, handles gone. She straightened up and held the stick in both hands, settling it against the ground. "I'm an advocate of ladies first. So, since you're obviously making up for something with the comedic oversize of that weapon, I'll give you first swing."

Chloe was snickering like mad inside the weapon, and Warren was now scowling. "Lets go, Chloe." He grumbled. Leaping from the post, he gripped the handle of the blade and swung. Or at least he attempted to swing, instead the blade remained firmly lodged inside the ground. Warren tugged again, straining roughly against the weight of the blade and cursing angrily.

"Chloe what the fuck you weigh like a thousand pounds!"

"Hey!" The bluenette snapped. "Max is tiny and thin, yet she can swing me around like a stick! Not my fault you're so fucking weak!"

Warren continued to strain against the weight of the blade, before a loud crack erupted and he yelled out in pain.

"My fucking back!"

Victoria was watching with a raised eyebrow, whilst Courtney and Taylor laughed uproariously inside the weapon.

"They're not even partners!" Taylor giggled.

"Idiots. Should we use our Soul Resonance to teach them a lesson?" Courtney said through her laughter. Victoria simply grinned, nodding.

"Yes. Lets."


Max could feel something was off about the girl with the staff. She looked up to Brooke before closing her eyes for a moment. Opening them again, they flashed a bright silver, and her vision appeared to become more intense. She saw Warrens soul, a light brown that surrounded him. Chloe's soul was equally visible, a vibrant blue that surrounded both herself and Warren.

However, the new girls soul was massive. A light violet colour, it surrounded her, two other souls - One a faint blue, the other a deep purple - and the souls of her partner and her friend.

"Brooke. Do you see this?" Max asked. "That girl has two weapons...both of their souls match with hers."

Brooke looked over the playing field. "I cant see souls like you can, but I can sense the strength of Meisters and their weapons...the girl is obviously extremely powerful. Her weapons even more so. Warren and Chloe might get seriously hurt unless we help them."

Max nodded her head quietly, eyes closing for a second once again. Once they were opened, they were back to bright blue.

"We'll stay out of it for now. They'll yell for us if they need help."


Warren was gripping his spine, eyes closed tight. "Fucking back. Jesus Christ Chloe you're so fucking heavy!"

"Hey! I resent that! You're just weak as shit!"

Warren snorted. "Just change back. We can fight her hand to hand with you switching your arm to that freaky blade every now and then."

Chloe grumbled inside the blade, shifting back to her original form and cracking her neck.

"Alright Miss Posh. You're fucked now." She said, grinning wide and cracking her knuckles.

Victoria was watching the exchange curiously, before grinning wide. As she spoke, the voices of her weapons echoed with her.

"Soul Resonance. Hundred Heart Strike."

An explosion of smoke erupted from around Victoria's feet, and she appeared to vanish. Warren looked around before suddenly the female was right in front of him, and the end of her staff struck him in the chest causing him to stumble back. She vanished, reappearing again and striking once more, repeating her actions again and again.

Chloe could see the strikes, and for a moment she remained rooted to the spot, eyes wide. The girl was going to kill Warren if she kept striking his chest this way. Ten...twenty...thirty strikes in the space of a few seconds. She moved, feet smacking onto the ground as she shoved Warren roughly, getting the staff slammed against her chest instead. An explosion of pain erupted over her chest, heart feeling like it was beating harder, faster with every strike. Her eyes closed as she counted. Forty strikes. Fifty strikes. Sixty strikes.

Max felt sheer horror as her weapon was attacked, and she pushed herself down from the wall, landing on her feet. She darted forward, screaming out loudly and barreling into Chloe, knocking them both from the assault. Chloe smacked into the ground, completely unconscious as Max landed on her.

Victoria, on the other hand, paused in her assault and glanced over to the brunette who was now hunched over the tall punk girl, sobbing. Her brow lifted curiously at the affection shared, and for a moment her heart hurt.

"Tori, are you okay?" Courtney asked.

"Their relationship. They're more than just Meister and Weapon. Cant you feel it?"

"Do you think they're lovers?"

"I think so. Their relationship is beautiful though. They both give. Like a Meister and a Weapon."

Max stood up, turning to Warren angrily. Her voice broke and cracked with every other word as she screamed at the male.

"What the fuck were you thinking?! You fucking idiot! Your fucking wavelengths didn't match, why would you even try and continue to fight! If Chloe fucking dies because of you, I swear to god, I will hunt you down and I will fucking kill you."

She then turned angrily to Victoria, and marched forward. Victoria didn't move, but rather lifted her eyebrow and dropped the Staff. A flicker of light erupted, allowing Taylor and Courtney to stand aside her, both of them looking over to the punk girl.

"You bitch." Max spat angrily. "You better not have killed her because if you have I will find you, and I will spend the rest of my life making your life tortured."

Victoria lifte both her brows this time, before her lips turned downward into a frown. "If I had known how beautiful you and your lovers relationship was, I wouldn't have continued the assault."

Max paused, scowling still. She then turned back to Chloe and dropped to her knees next to the girl, cupping cheek and whimpering quietly.

"Chloe. Please. Wake up."

The somber mood was interrupted suddenly by the clack of heels, and Lord Death randomly appeared into the field of view.
"Whassup, whassup, whaaa-aaasup?"

He paused at the sight in front of him and cocked his head. One Meister was sat on the ground, covering his face with his hands. His weapon was holding his shoulders, squeezing and attempting to console the boy.
Another Meister was kneeling beside the immobile form of her weapon, sobbing roughly into the punk girls chest.
Finally, his daughter was standing in silence. Her face looked stoic, but he could see she was struggling with something. She was never one to display her emotions, unless it was panicking over a broken nail. He'd had to talk her through many of those breakdowns before.

He slowly walked over to the sobbing Meister and her Weapon, brows furrowing at the sight. The weapon wasn't dead, but was close, it seemed. Her heart was beating slowly, extremely so. He turned to his daughter, quietly asking and gaining a nod as an answer.

"Fix her."

Victoria nodded again, walking over to the punk girl. She knelt down by the female, ignoring Max's screaming and placed her hand over the dying weapons heart. After a moment, she lifted her hand and slammed it onto the girls chest, forcing as much of her soul energy into the strike as she could.

Chloe sat up suddenly, inhaling a deep breath and coughing roughly. She looked around wildly for a moment before a huge grin split her lips.

"Dude I fucking died and it was cool as shit! Can we do it again please?"

Victoria stepped back and turned away, beginning to walk from the scene down the flight of stairs leading to the town. Suddenly, a palm on her shoulder stopped her, and she turned to the face of the punk she'd just rescued.

"You're fuckin' badass. Join our hangout group?"

"What? I killed you! Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Dude, you're a hella strong fighter, you almost killed me because you're talented, and you managed to save my life despite being the reason I almost died. Join us, man. We need 'ya."

Victoria glanced to the faces of the other Meisters. Max's face was red, but she was smiling slightly. Warren had gotten his breath back and was just grinning at the fact Chloe wasn't dead. Brooke was back in her video game, and Lord Death simply stood and looked pleased.

"Uh...al-alright. Uhm..."

She paused suddenly, eyes wide. Looking down at herself, she noticed a scuff on her shoe. Taylor and Courtney looked down at the same time. Taylor began to laugh, and Courtney sighed gruffly, holding up her fingers. "Breakdown in three, two, one."

Victoria shrieked and dropped to her knees, turning and dashing away from the group. Taylor and Courtney followed, Taylor giggling like crazy.

Chloe turned back to the other three and raised an eyebrow, lips pursing. "Anyone wanna take a bet on what happened?"

Max tilted her head. "My assumption is she's obsessed with looking beautiful. She must have scuffed her shoe during the fight and not noticed until now. Now that she doesn't look perfect, she's freaking out."

Lord Death nodded and grinned wide as always. "My Daughter has always had an issue with perfection on herself. Her clothes need to match, her nails need to be perfect, her hair has to be done well. Anyway, now that the drama is over, Price, report to Dr. Gorgons office. We'll have her check you over. Caulfield, you go with her, make sure she doesn't get into trouble."

The duo nodded and Max held out her hand. Chloe took it, lacing their fingers together and grinning down at the girl. "Max, baby, dying was so fucking cool. What's cooler is that you're still here so I get to come back to life for ya."

"Chloe you're such a fucking cheeseball."

"Yeah, but I'm your cheeseball! Hey, now that I can't die, watch me give Lord Death a wedgie."

"CHLOE NO!"