"I'm glad you've all graced me with your presence, today."
Sinopia's sarcasm never failed. Before classes began, Sinopia decided to hold a meeting with the death scythes in his classroom. He had phoned the remaining Death Scythes and informed them to come to Death City, through the wishes of Lord Death. Considering Celadon had finally informed him of the remaining threat of witches targeting the DWMA, as well as the discovery of the closet witch attending the DWMA, Sinopia thought it would be proper to inform the Death Scythes of their situation.
Yvette Pewter was the first to arrive. She wasn't a Death Scythe, but she always liked to be informed. "Good Morning, Finnian. Isn't it a lovely morning?" The tiny, chipper professor chirped, pushing her glasses up to the bridge of her nose. The short, stubby, grumpy blonde professor sighed. "Miss Pewter, I thought I made it very clear that this is a meeting strictly for Death Scythes." The woman perched herself on top of a desk. "But Jun is attending the meeting. As is Juliet." Sinopia shook his head. "Miss Mauve will not be attending the meeting." Almost on cue, the nurse of few words trotted into the classroom and sat down next to Pewter. "I invited myself." Nurse Mauve stated in a monotone voice. "We all know this meeting won't go very far. Is it a mere excuse to go drinking with Rusty, while he's still in town?" Pewter protested with a frown. Sinopia shook his head again. "No, it isn't. In fact…" Sinopia took a few steps closer to Mauve and Pewter. "Please, don't go blabbering this around to the others. But...Lord Death is planning on asking Rusty to return to his service as a Death Scythe." Sinopia stated. Pewter squealed with delight, but Mauve covered her mouth.
Pewter anxiously ripped Mauve's hand off of her lips. "That's amazing! However...we already have four Death Scythes! Why does Lord Death want to trouble himself with asking Rusty to return?" Pewter asked meekly. Mauve nodded her head in agreement. Sinopia looked around, as if inspecting a spy. "Lord Death is planning on...discharging...Miss Wycliff from her service. And he wants a competent Death Scythe to take her place, not some cocky graduate." Pewter gasped, almost falling off of the desk. "He's going to ask Sienna to retire? But she's-!"
Sinopia had a knack for summoning people when they weren't needed. Enter Sienna Wycliff: An aging, wrinkle-ridden woman with a no-nonsense demeanor. She was the eldest of all the Death Scythes, and it showed in her attitude towards the others. "What's this about retiring? Has Finn finally given up?" The woman wore large golden follicles, and a bright pink suit-dress to follow. Her skin was slightly tanned, in her attempt to hide her age. Long strands of white hair stained her peach locks. "No, not yet, Miss Wycliff." Sinopia groaned, sauntering back towards his desk. "Morning, Pewter, Mauve." Sienna stepped by the two, and the three exchanged waves.
"How was Europe?" Pewter inquired, leaning across the desk. Sienna chuckled. "Lovely. The beaches in Southern Italy were beautiful." Sienna reminisced, while Sinopia made an audible groan. "Shit, I miss being on a permanent vacation, with the occasional witch to fight." Sinopia kicked his feet up onto his desk. "Oh. shove it up your ass, Finn. You gave that up a long time ago." Sienna snapped back.
The two exchanged deadly glances, until another Death Scythe peaked her head into the room. Enter Rowan Cordovan: Formally known as Rowan Wycliff. Daughter of Sienna Wycliff, she married to Cyrus Cordovan, a small shop owner nearing the center of Death City. She was a petite young girl, mirroring the identical peach hair as her mother, but it wore a glow that her mother lacked. While her mother's hair was tied in a neat bun, her hair was cropped at the neck. Despite her small, boyish figure, she wore a bright sundress and sandals. "Good Morning, Miss Cordovan." Sinopia couldn't help but to smile at the perky sight, as did everyone. "Good Morning, everyone!" Her eyes especially perked up at her mother. "Hey, Mom!" Rowan beamed, indulging herself and her mother in a hug. "Thirty-somethin' years old, and she still calls me 'Mom'." Sienna smiled, patting her daughter's head. "That kid of yours is a great student." Sinopia chimed in. Rowan and Sienna's heads cocked to the teacher. "My daughter, or her daughter?" Sienna asked. "Her daughter. Getting dementia so soon?" Sinopia joked, as Rowan's energy continued to burst
"Azure is doing well, right? My husband informed me that there was an incident regarding herself, Ruby, Sage, and a witch. A few first-year students were also involved, correct?" Rowan barraged Sinopia with questions regarding her daughter, Azure. "Don't worry, your daughter is fine. Her meister sustained some injuries, but he's already back in class. The first-years have been commended for their actions, but were told not to interfere in the matter anymore." Sinopia explained. "Good. Lord knows what I'd do to someone if my granddaughter got hurt." Sienna stepped towards the desk. "And the witch?" she asked, raising a brow. Sinopia gulped. Despite her age, Sienna Wycliff held a lot of power and authority over him. "That's why we're here." SInopia replied shortly. Sienna rolled her eyes and headed towards another desk. "If I were here, I would have had the witch dead already." she sighed. Rowan kept quiet, instead shuffling back towards her childhood friends, Mauve and Pewter. They chattered about Rowan's time in Australia, her daughter, their lives, etc. At least, Pewter and Rowan did, while Mauve listened. Sienna kept to herself, sometimes glancing over towards Sinopia.
Lon and Indigo, the youngest of the Death Scythes, strolled into the room. "Shit, I almost forgot how much of a woman's club being a Death Scythe turned into." Lon snarled. To be honest, Lon was the only male Death Scythe, minus Rusty and Sinopia, how had abandoned their titles. Enter Lon Cinnabar: Graduating at the DWMA just a few years earlier, he had became a Death Scythe during the same year as Indigo Cadwell, his closest companion. Rumors had risen regarding the whereabouts and sudden disappearance of his meister shortly after his inauguration into his role as a Death Scythe. He was quite reckless and clumsy, always covered in bandages and gauze. His darkened hair was always somewhat unruly, as was his demeanor. His goal, as a Death Scythe, was to be able to wield himself; To become his own meister.
"Be careful. you might break your spine by breathing." Sinopia chuckled to himself, while Lon rolled his eyes and sat down on top of the professor's desk. "Get off." Sinopia didn't even look Lon in the eyes. "Make me." Lon stuck his tongue out and crossed his legs. "You kids have no respect, I swear…" Sienna rolled her eyes. Indigo sauntered over towards Sinopia and Lon. "You were probably just as disrespectful and annoying at our age." Indigo pointed out. Enter Indigo Cadwell. Famed Death Scythe of the prosperous Cadwell family. Her eyes longed for her charming meister, but that was a subject she would usually refuse to speak upon. The gothic girl circled Sinopia, her former professor, with a devious grin. "How about that witch?" she inquired. "Which witch?" Lon added.
"The Wicked Witch!" Rusty shouted from the doorway, with Celadon following behind. Enter Rusty McCallmont. Nobody truly knew his first name, so they usually assumed it was 'Rusty', the nickname he went by. With a few prompt high-fives exchanged between Sinopia and Rusty, the meeting was finally able to begin.
"As you all may know, we've had a few witch problems recently." Sinopia stood up, surveying the room. "When do we not? Isn't that what we do? Deal with witch problems?" Lon asked. Sinopia narrowed his eyes. "I didn't ask for questions. Now shut your trap, or I'm putting my fist in it." Sinpia snarled. Lon quickly quieted down.
"A student was injured by a witch, proving a threat. Not only to the rest of the students, but to the DWMA and Death City. This witch had escaped from the scene, and we haven't had any contact since. However, another recent incident entailed a witch posing as a student." Sinopia explained, in which Celadon decided to speak up. "There isn't any definite proof that the student was undercover, or working with any other witches. She was my student first, Finn. I know, this may be a bit biased, but she didn't seem like she has any malicious intent." he stated, then sat back down.
"Do you think there's any correlation? Between the escaped witch, and this one?" Indigo asked, leaning up against the wall. "It's definitely possible." Sinopia nodded his head. "My daughter reported that the witch she fought claimed that she had never wronged the DWMA." Rowan stated firmly. "The witch's record said she did." Sienna replied. Pewter shook her head with sadness. "The student is under arrest, correct? This isn't right, Finn. I know her records stated that she was a human, and she had admitted to have used Soul Protect, but we really need to think about this from a different perspective. What if she is harmless?" Pewter protested, while Mauve nodded her head in silent agreement.
"What if she isn't?" Sinopia snapped back. Pewter shrunk back into her seat. "Her meister and weapon partner reported that she exhibited...strange behavior, but nothing too suspicious." Celadon defended. "Strange behavior is usually suspicious. Just sayin'." Lon shrugged, laying on top of Sinopia's desk. "Didn't she speak with Lord Death? What happened then?" Rowan asked, as if she was listening to a tale from a storybook. "She refused to speak. I was present during the matter. Today, she's going to speak with her once more." Sinopia replied.
Rusty gave an exasperated sigh."This 'war' talk is the reason why I quit being a Death Scythe. You people outta' relax." he groaned, leaning back into the desk. Eyes turned onto Rusty. "And your take on the situation?" Sinopia asked. "Maybe she's working with the escapee. Maybe she isn't. Sittin' around here talkin' about it isn't gonna' help. In the end, it's Lord Death's decision. Not ours." They wouldn't admit it, but he was right. Rusty stood up from the desk and headed towards the door. "Now I'm going out for a pint. If anyone wants to come, follow me." The Scottish man stated, promptly leaving the meeting. Lon rolled off of the desk and followed suit. Celadon sighed and headed towards the doorway. "I wouldn't usually do this, but I don't agree with your stance, Finn." And with that statement, he left. Seeing as the meeting was indefinitely over, Indigo, Mauve, Sienna and Rowan exited the room, unknown if they were following Rusty or formulating their own plans. This left Pewter and Sinopia alone.
"I really want to trust you on this." Pewter stated, hopping off of the desk. Sinopia groaned, rubbing his face and sat down at his desk. "I really do, but you need to consider possible outcomes. What if she isn't bad? Or even working with anyone?" Pewter stood behind Sinopia, her hands resting on his shoulders. While he was confused by her comfort, he allowed her to continue. "I don't want to take a chance." he sighed. Her hands rubbed his shoulders, which caused a twitch in his spine. "What are you doing?" he asked, looking behind him. "You always look so stressed. Does it bother you?" Pewter asked shyly. He shook his head with another deep breath. Just then, an older student rushed to the doorway. "A message from Lord Death!" The student called out, standing in front of the doorway with a straight back. "Speak up, kid." Sinopia rolled his eyes.
"The witch has escaped. Midori Petrov. She's gone."