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Soul PoV.
This was getting me nowhere! It was well into dawn and we had begun packing up the camp that we'd made, including covering traces of our fire. I hadn't felt a thing from Maka all night, and it only served to put me on edge the entire night; so much that Tsubaki had given up being on watch and gone to curl up with Blackstar. When morning came, I was sore from sitting up all night, and grouchy from the lack of contact from my meister. I had hoped that she would reach out to me when she had a chance for sleep – but I hadn't heard a peep out of her. The six of us ate a quiet breakfast of toast and some kind of jam… but I couldn't begin to tell you what it actually tasted like… All I could taste was ash, or something of the like.
Liz, Patty and Tsubaki returned to their weapon forms to join their Miesters while Kid mounted his skateboard, Beelzebub. I threw my own leg over my bike, letting Blackstar climb on behind me with Tsubaki wrapped around his neck. Like the trip the day before, we all rode in silence, each thinking our respective thoughts. I don't know much about the others – but I know my thoughts were revolving around my missing Meister. I would kill every last one of them – I was her weapon.. I was supposed to protect her. I don't know how long we were driving towards our destination – only going off of my gut feelings for Maka's location… It could have been minutes, hours, or even days, though I doubted the third option as I hadn't seen the sun set yet, though it had moved across the sky a good deal.
I glanced up, noticing something flashing out of the corner of my eye and looked at it. Thankfully, the sun was to my upper right and the flashing object was to the upper left. I blinked at it as it continued to flash before it clicked and my eyes widened, my hands jerking the bikes handlebars. I ignored Blackstars shout as I planted my boot in the sand, working with my legs and arms to control the spinning slide of the bike we were one. A feat that became complicated when something came into contact with the sand where we had been heading, sending the stuff *EVERYWHERE*. We came to a stop and I grabbed the Ninja Meister on the back of my bike just in time for both of us to leap off of it and into the air. I stretched out my right arm, transforming it into a sythe as our attacker charged out of the cloud of sand near my bike.
I could hear everyone shouting, but was concentrating on my target – the metal of his weapon flashing in the sunlight, even as my own flashed towards him. We collided once, my arm ringing loudly against his bladed weapon before our attack parted ways and I landed, skidding slightly on the sand. Blackstar flashed into the cloud of dust our attacker was encased in from his own landing, and Kid began firing shots from his twin guns. The combined attacks only served to kick up more sand and grit, but even through the heat of battle, I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd fought against this opponent before. The flashing image of our enemy left the cloud and arced into the air, coming down straight for me, apparently. I smirked, slurping at the hint of a meal to come and rushed to meet the attacker. His blade met mine a second time before I transformed my other arm to attack, only to be blocked by the end of a staff.
We fought back and forth for a few blows, the man spinning, using his bladed weapon to block my attacks, as well as the… wait… a minute. I growled, moving in a way that I knew would be blocked before I finally broke away, kneeling in the sand and panting – the few hits I'd taken having been traded equally to my skilled opponent. The dust began to settle, despite the spinning weapon attempting to kick it up – but I knew better.. I knew there was no way …. His moves were too familiar, too attuned to my own attacks – I wasn't naive enough to believe I could beat my own meister in battle.
I struggled to my feet, one of my arms shifting back into a sythe as I watched the dust settle, our opponent surrounded by Kid, Blackstar and myself – though I knew better than to think that she'd be trapped by that alone. I could see the expression of anger on Blackstars face when he saw the face of our enemy, and Kid was in his attacking stance, but I knew his face would be calm – collected… I figure he had guessed about the same that I had. Wait.. no, this woman fought like Maka, but she looked nothing like her. Mirroring my wounds, the woman had a slice above her right eye, on her left shoulder, and a grace on her lower right thigh. I didn't understand why the wounds we had sustained mirrored one another, but I reached up and wiped the blood from my face, hoping to stop the bleeding so that I would be able to see more clearly.
Time seemed to be frozen where the four of us stood, her golden weapon held in a grip that was very much like the way Maka used to hold me. I admit, she looked nothing like the Maka I knew –but the way she fought was too much like Maka to be comfortable. I took a step towards her, then another, ignoring the reactions of the two near me – I was concentrating on our enemy, trying to get closer so I could feel if her wavelength felt familiar as well. As I got closer, she shifted her grip on the strange weapon, that I finally recognized as a Glaive – with two blades rather than one. Her stance moved, as she shifted a foot behind her and I knew that stance meant she was about to attack. I continued moving, our friends saying nothing until a flash of violet light made all of us cover our eyes and we saw the weapon standing in front of us.
The woman was *TALL* was the first thing I'd noticed, easily six foot if not more. Her hair was raven black like Tsubaki's, and as long at least if I had to guess. Tsubaki, Liz and Patty all shifted, standing to surround this pair, our group of six fanning out around them. The female didn't move, only turning purple.. wait PURPLE eyes on us as we moved? Her hair was braided, the end swinging down her back of what I would NOT call a modest outfit. She reminded me of Sids weapon, covered in bandages. This woman's arms, knuckles, legs, feet and even her waist and torso were covered in tight wrappings. Her skin was tanned, almost as dark as Sid had been when he was alive. She wore leather braces around her upper arms, and a sling across her chest that seemed to have room for weapons – though she didn't seem to have any.
The woman was scarred left and right, I don't think there was a patch of skin on her that WASN'T covered in scars. Even her face had them, and nasty ones on her arms, in the bend of her elbow – just looking at them made me want to shudder in memory of my own. I didn't, but I couldn't imagine the pain she had to go through to get those marks. I could hear Liz 'eewing' off to my right, and Tsubakis' slight gasp of horror? Or something else, I couldn't tell. I'd stopped looking at the weapon, and towards the meister, noticing how she was dressed. Her clothing was completely different, this time she wore black boots instead of her silver ones, her legs were covered in a tight fitting black fabric – was that leather? There were horizontal slashes in the fabric on the outsides of her legs, starting with her mid calf to the top of her hip. A pair of belts hung loosely at her waist, one a deep green to accent her eyes, and the other a deep purple, which seemed to match the weapons'. These belts hung in an 'x' shape over her hips, seeming to have no other rhyme or reason than to look cool. Her top was a dark green, tight fitting piece that ended at her midriff, showing *WAY* too much skin. The straps were thin, and I had to wonder why this woman fought so much like Maka, but looked nothing like my meister.. Her hair was longer to.. and grey? No, it was silver, like mine, and *WELL* past her shoulders, in fact, I could see part of the braided thing swinging behind her near her knees.
"What the hell?" The words were out of my mouth before I could curb them, bringing a smile that could only be described as sadistic to cross the black womans' face. I had to admit – they did look cool together, but that didn't mean that I'd be letting them go any time soon. Something had happened to my Meister, and I had every intention of finding out what it was. And these two had to know what was going on – she had to know.
"What the hell indeed… Good evening, Soul Eater Evans.." She shifted her stance and I could sense everyone around us doing the same – preparing to engage them again if we had to. She stopped moving, though, her fluid movements a exuding a dangerous grace, but she didn't make a move towards anyone. "I've learned *ALL* about you, and your friends. You really think that you will leave here unharmed?" The infuriating woman arched a black eyebrow and I grit my teeth together, my right arm transforming into a sythe as I growled. She just smirked wider, crossing scarred arms over one another. "You wish to know of the woman, Maka Albarn? Unfortunately, you won't find her."
"Yea.. we will. And you will tell us where we're going to find her."
"Good luck with that one, kid. Men are just full of hot air, aren't they, Kats?" I blinked when she turned, walking back towards the silver haired meister with a smirk. Kats huh? So that's the name of the Meister we had to find information from.
"Full of hot air and worthless…Let's get rid of them." The flash of violet light revealed the weapon resting in Kats's grip once more. This gave me a chance to inspect the weapon we'd be fighting more closely. The shaft seemed to be the same heft as my own, but a gleaming onyx rather than my silver. The cruelly curved blades on either end reminded me of a pair of sickles with the curves together, almost like the tail of a goldfish – but one was longer than the other. Both ends were capped with these glaives, each actual blade probably a foot if not more in size. If I had to guess, the entire weapon was seven or eight feet long. I smirked, seeing the woman begin to spin the weapon in a twirling circle around her head, the metal flashing in the desert sun.
Everything seemed frozen in place as she spun the glaive around and around, but when she finally brought it downwards, everything burst into motion. One end of the glaive was tucked under her right arm, the left guiding the weapon as it slammed into the sand , sending bursts of the shit everywhere. Liz and Patty jumped to meet Kid who was once more in the air, his transformed weapons firing down in rapid succession at the pair below. I had leapt backwards, and could see the 'bullets' of Kids wavelength flying every which way as she repelled them with her spinning weapon? Blackstar and Tsubaki had also jumped into the air, Blackstar sending one end of the Chain Sythe into the spinning fray, only to have the weapon be caught up in the spinning glaive and wound around it. I watched as the pair spun Blackstar around with Tsubaki and then stopped the weapon abruptly, sending them both flying into the ground. Kid and I took the initiative and charged, my right arm swinging towards her as Kids wavelength bullets fired on the opposite of the side I was on.
As I suspected, she began spinning that weapon around again, rebounding Kids attacks – but that's not what I was aiming for. While she spun that weapon, she was open behind her, and that opening was what I was going to shoot for – that opening when she concentrated on blocking Kids attacks. When I got close enough, I moved, trying to get around behind her. Maka was the acrobat, not me.. .but I could still hold my own I felt. I moved around her, bringing my right arm up and to the right only to be met with the glaive of her weapon, being left blinking at the sudden change of her attacks.
I grinned, reaching up to grab the shaft of the weapon, trying to hold it steady so that Kid could shoot her. I felt the painful wavelength of the weapon arcing through my hand and grit my teeth – I couldn't let her leave. Unfortunately, I didn't have much of a choice. I heard Kid and Blackstar yelling a warning and looked up, seeing some sort of sphere flying at us, and had to release my grip on the glaive to get out of the way. The ball hit where I'd been standing not a moment after I moved, and when I landed, the giant ball of dust and crap that had been kicked up left not a trace of either meister or weapon.
I clenched my fists, feeling the pain of wounds as if they were far away. I tch'd and stuffed my hands in my pockets, turning my back to the enemy that we'd been fighting. I looked up at Kid and Blackstar as they came closer, then Tsubaki, Liz and Patty when they transformed.
"Who the hell was that?" I shrugged, heading towards my bike and adjusting my leather jacket around my shoulders.
"Who the hell knows.. Let's get to where they were going – see if we can find Maka that way." I lifted my bike out of the sand and knelt to pick sand from the exhaust and some of the motor.
"How do you know we're going the right way?" I smirked at Kid's question and threw my leg over my bike, restarting the engine and revving it to let it get the sand out of the workings. I glanced over my shoulder at him, my hands once more tucked in my pockets.
"Call it a hunch."
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Author's Note: So… welcome to my two OC's that I've had since I started writing/RP'ing. :D The weapon is Vlarindara, who is usually a ninja/assassin type. She liked to run on rooftops and stuff. :DThe meister is Katsuma – another of my OC's that usually used the Glaive as a primary weapon and was something of a magic user. So yea.. Any ideas about what's going on? ;) I can tell you right now that Kats isn't Maka, though why does she fight like her? Hmm.. .I wonder. :D Enjoy.. Another chapter will be up today.