Enter the DWMA

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"speech"/ 'thought'/ Journal

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IMMEDIATELY AFTER THE INTEROGATION -Sid's View

'I'd better report this to Lord Death; this kid has potential. If anything, he's a lot like soul and Black-Star.' Sid thought. 'Why is he so evasive about his past? And Why are there no records about him, anywhere? And why is he able to keep going with the shape he's in? The only one who gets a beating like that and stays on his feet is Black-Star.'

As Sid made his way through the school he continued to wonder about the new arrival, the questions only seemed to intensify his curiosity. The school was quiet that day, due to the fact that it was a Sunday. It made this all much easier for him, because he didn't have to grade papers, for now his main objective was the mystery of who this young man is and his reasons for abandoning his past.

To Sid the boy seemed like he was hiding more than what he let on, if his responses were anything to go by. The questions about him were nothing to sneeze at, no one like him just appears out of thin air, gives one of the school's best teams a drawn-out chase and nearly escapes.

Despite the fact that it was illegal, that was a decent sized deer he took down in one well-placed shot to the head. Someone had been sent to find where exactly Maka and soul found him, the evidence there was even more interesting. Besides the gutted remains, there was a basic campfire and a small crater a short distance away from it.

'This teenager was carrying military grade firearms and his survival gear also appeared to be military grade. At least I can say for certain that he behaves like he was raised in a military family.' Sid thought. 'What I don't get even more is how he acquired all of that gear in the first place, the serial numbers on the guns don't match any lost or stolen firearms or any that were recently purchased nearby.'

How all of that occurred was anyone's guess at this point, what was obvious barely made sense at all and what didn't make sense was reminiscent of a conspiracy. The evasive nature of the DWMA's new guest was going to be a difficult case for any investigators who decided to try and figure out the answers.

THE DEATH ROOM

"Lord death, I finished speaking with our new guest." Sid said. "He seems to be regretful of everything yesterday, among other things and feels responsible for what happened."

"That's good I think he may be a prime candidate for enrollment here if he can show that his skills are up to the job." Replied the bombastic grim reaper. "His marksmanship and evasive skills are quite good, from the reports I've seen of his camp site and how he nearly gave Maka And Soul the slip. Although the landing on the last bit was a little bad."

"A little, try a lot." Sid replied dryly. "He does show promise, from what I've seen and yesterday Maka explained to me what she saw when she looked at his soul."

"Oh, tell what me she told you then. The more information we have about him, the better we can assess his personality for a pairing with a partner." Death asked.

"That's all well and good but remember, you said it yourself, he has to prove he has the skills to learn here." Sid replied.

"Of course, but still information is a valuable commodity when it comes to new mysteries like him." Death continued. "So back to what maka, reported about him."

"Right, from what she saw he was mostly honest and hiding some pain and sadness." Sid explained. "He also seemed to be a good soul but was haunted by something." Sid reported. "Perhaps it's why he refuses to share his past, that would explain it to an extent. But, it's up to him to share what it is with us."

"Yes, it does take time to build trust after all. Still I have a firm belief that he may be what we're looking for. All he needs is little test before we can make any real progress on this matter. If he becomes a student we can keep him safe and eventually learn more about him from his interactions with the staff and other students." Lord Death surmised with confidence.

"That does seem to be the best course of action at this point. He had a heated argument with soul but, he warmed up to him with time. If he passes the test, he might be very strong as a Meister, and well-disciplined as a student." Sid agreed. "But that begs the question, what's going to be his test?"

"Perhaps he should meet Black-Star and Tsubaki." Death replied

"Are you sure? Tsubaki I can understand, but him meeting Black-Star is a disaster waiting to happen." Sid worried in a skeptical tone

"All the more reason to do it as soon as possible. If he can evade Maka and Soul as well as he did then then he should be able to fight on par with Black-Star." Death reaffirmed his beliefs. Besides we can minimize the damage in a controlled environment."

"I have a feeling I'm not going to like this one bit." Sid sweat dropped.

MEANWHILE WITH BLACK-STAR AND TSUBAKI

"Black-star You should be doing your homework right now, you know that right?" Tsubaki asked innocently.

"I have the feeling someone's talking about me, and something fun's about to happen pretty soon. I'll do my homework after I finish doing my push-ups and sit ups." Black-Star replied with an ecstatic tone.

'Oh Black-Star, why do you do this to your-self?' Tsubaki thought exasperated.

"Tsubaki, with me and you together I know things are always going to be awesome!" Black-Star shouted in his usual loud and proud tone.

Tsubaki smiled at Black-Star's attitude, admiring his ability to keep his head held high no matter what.

SAME TIME WITH MARX

"Well at least I have my journal for company." Marx thought aloud to himself. "Wait a minute, that's right the hand cuffs I almost forgot about those. Damn, what I wouldn't give right now for a key to these things. Why do I feel annoyed all of a sudden? It's not the cuffs, or boredom, so what is it?"

After thinking about the strange feeling of annoyance Marx eventually gave up, and decided to go back to sleep and wait until his captors decided what to do with him. While he slept, he dreamed of his good memories from home, all the times he spent with brother gaming or when his sister actually helped him out with his homework.

There was also the time his dad took him out to practice shooting at the firing range teaching Marx to shoot, steadying his aim, and learning trigger discipline. His mother had some good times with too, Christmas and Easter being some of them.

Then he remembered his Best fuzzy friend a big dumb dog who always had an ear for him to vent to when he needed it, no answers or replies but always an ear to complain to. That dog was probably lost somewhere now looking for his master.

After that ended, the slide show of family military history played again bringing him a message of duty and pride. A tradition to uphold, it also served as a warning that he now had a new war to fight.

His dreamscape turned into a training room, and he heard workout out music in the background. "Time to get started training, and memorizing the fighting styles of dad and gramps." Said Marx determined to train in his mind until he knew the moves of his past family members by heart.

This is how the next generation of his family of War-fighters would begin. He trained each punch and kick like a show of grace and brutality. Hitting the punching bags and dummies in is mind as if he were fighting single enemies and groups of opponents. He jumped and spin-kicked a dummy fluidly delivering a punishing blow to the dummy's head. With each hit, his skill and pace improved his body's muscle memory in the real world.

The way Marx trained, he would be on-par with veteran Rangers and Marines.

A FEW HOURS LATER [NIGHT-TIME]

"Time to check on the patient." Sid said to himself. Sid made his way to the infirmary after discussing with Death, in detail how and when the possible new student would face off with Black-Star. For Sid that would be a headache in and of itself, at least death scythe was busy with other things today. If death scythe had been at the meeting he would have probably tried to counter Sid on everything being said about the mystery guest of the DWMA. It didn't help the boy's case since Soul accidently told Death Scythe that the new guest had tried to flirt with Maka.

Sid's best guess at where his colleague was at this hour, was probably the Chupacabra bar, getting drunk. Death Scythe was many things, but he was especially protective of Maka, most of the time she didn't return those feelings. It wasn't Sid's place to think on that but he knew that would bring problems to the possible new student.

Death scythe knew how to subtly hold a grudge against people, Soul being one of them. 'Spirit should get over it with time, it was just harmless flirting.' Sid thought as he made his way to the infirmary. Marx's enigmatic nature made him a hot commodity, he'd be able to keep his opponents guessing about his identity, and bring new variables to the table. Sid wouldn't admit it out loud for now, but to him Marx seemed like the kind of student that would strive to be someone anyone could work with.

THE INFIRMARY

"Okay tomorrow you should be free to go, but before you leave maybe you'd like to consider an offer I have for you." Sid said.

"I'm listening." Marx replied. "By the way can you get these cuffs off of me, I'm not going anywhere. You have my word."

"Hold on the offer doesn't apply until tomorrow. But what I can do right now is release the hand-cuffs. You don't seem to be enjoying being chained down." Sid said. Sid took a small key out of his pocket and unlocked both sets of hand-cuffs.

"Thanks, it always feels good to have freedom of movement."

"Your welcome, don't make me regret that."

"like I told you earlier, I don't want to cause any more trouble than what I already have. It'd be very stupid for me to try something like after you let me go with a warning. Am I right, or what?"

"yes, it would be. But you seem to be smart so I'm sure you won't do that."

"Well, yeah. No one gets along in this world without common sense. It's what keeps people alive in the right situations."

"That's correct, you are smart. How did you get all that gear from earlier, if you don't mind me asking?"

"My family got most of it for me, the head gear I got myself."

"Was your Dad a soldier? I can tell you were going for authenticity with your fatigues."

"Dad was marine corps, Grandpa was army."

-END CHAPTER-