Arriving

The plane shuddered, slowing down in midair as if it was caught in a giant invisible net…no, more like it was moving through gelatin it seemed as if it had encountered some resistance so it slowly started to move in deeper and a little faster too. It was slow going at first, the plane was resisting the very air it had been flying through just moment ago. It had been slicing through the sky like butter seconds ago and now…now it was frozen in midair. Michael lifted an eyebrow as he noticed one of the strange non-DWMA men stand up and slowly move forward to the ship's door and grab a parachute, strapping it on. It was the huge half-giant wearing the horror movie-styled mask. It seemed like he was ready to disembark from here. He paused for a second and looked back at the students, "I'd get moving if I was you…this plane's about to go down." Aside from a slight accent there seemed to be nothing else to his voice, no sense of dread or worry…or concern. More like it was an order from someone else to tell them that the plane was going to start a quick descent. The entire group looked at him like he was a freak, it was obvious that he didn't care much for them plus how could he sense that the plane was going down? They had just encountered a bit of turbulence that was all. The man opened the door, leapt out of it and quickly shut it behind him all in one move as if the roaring winds didn't even bother him. Every student was content to just sit there and wait it out until the two guys in black suit in the back of the plane got up and did the same thing. Of course, not a single DWMA instructor warned them so they remained quiet.

"I think it would be best if we jumped, too," started Ash as he stood up a little bit. Xander was about to chuckle at his thought, but from the way Melody and Michael were looking it was apparent that the thought had crossed all of the Meister's minds. They obviously didn't feel too safe. "It is decided then?" asked Ash, the rest of the group nodded one for all and all for one. They all got up and immediately flooded to the doors, putting their parachutes on. Saul nodded as they walked by. They suddenly understood that they were waiting, the situation hadn't gotten bad yet, but jumping was clearly going to be necessary. Saul just wanted to see how many students had the good sense to jump now and how many would just sit back and wait, hoping that the other guys had been wrong. It was just another test, they may take anybody who doesn't jump back to the DWMA to wait. Nonetheless they had passed…they hoped that enough of the other students did too. They looked around and immediately noticed that a lot of the other planes had their own evacuees. Probably all non-DWMA students, too.

They jumped. The air hit their face like a ton of bricks, the force of the air whipped the words away from their mouths and ears, they couldn't hear each other as they began their fast…yet somehow slow plummet towards earth. They knew if they pulled their chutes too quickly then they would be sitting ducks for any airborne attacks so they waited until they got down farther. Michael pulled his strap first, his additional weight and also his minor army training from his dad had told him now would be a good time. His descent was soon slowed and right after him Melody, May, and Ash's chutes went off. Xander soon followed, Shi wait a much longer time…probably because ze didn't really think about pulling the string and instead wanted to feel the wind. Shi eventually pulled mer string, but it wasn't for awhile.

The two men in the black suits floated further beneath them, drifting around for a bit and offering an occasional upwards glance at them. One of them smirked and turned to his partner, "looks like not all of the DWMA students are worthless, huh?" The other one nodded and cast another glance upwards as if worried about them, "don't worry, mate. They won't stand in our way of obtaining the weapon or taking down the bad guy if he really does exist…even if they do we'll just eliminate them as well." Of course, the group was still some ways above them and couldn't hear what they were saying, but that didn't stop them from getting a shiver up their spine…something was definitely worrisome.

(-Back on the plane-)

Saul reclined his chair a little bit further. He wasn't sure if people were actually sensing the danger or if they were just blindly following the herd. He hoped it was the second, if it was then they'd actually stand a chance of surviving this place. Saul could already feel the encroaching sense of danger. Even if you ignored Death's brother, the other guys were every bit as deadly. Saul reclined a bit further and grabbed his alcohol, he peered over his seat and looked at the guys beneath him, it was a bunch of those government fellows the people who insisted on coming here for the 'weapon' ignoring their heed…a few of their students were left behind, too. Saul stood up and went into the cockpit. "Okay, fellows," he said, "turn it around…just a bunch of second-rates left." The pilot nodded and immediately swung the ship around. Saul moved to the side and quickly jumped out himself followed by Rochelle. Saul quickly took note of the rest of the planes turning around, he wondered how many fellow Death Scythes were with them. Oh, well, he suppose things like this usually were for the better. Besides that he was more interested in how many other 'organizations' showed up.

He quickly ran through the list Lord Death gave him in his head. The two men in the suits were members of an exclusive club, the Collection of Information Analysis. It was their job to know things. They collected and organized all the data in the world. They were big brother anything online, anything in sight of a security camera, anything in the entire world could be seen from their headquarters. A collection of knowledge that far outweighed everything else that Saul knew about. Perhaps that was why they were looking into this matter. It was something they didn't know and it was their job to correct such a heinous error.

The other man, the large giant with the horror movie mask was from an organization called Pluto. There was very little known about them, but that because there was very little to know. They were a group of four individuals and their lackeys, all of them known for being powerful…possibly powerful enough to be on par with Lord Death in certain situations. As far as Saul had been informed, they had nothing against the DWMA and were mostly just a group of people with nothing better to do. They had gotten together for the sole purpose of finding a goal and ten achieving said goal. Saul wasn't quite sure if that made them scarier or not…they did whatever they wanted to basically. Of course, despite this they were highly trustworthy as despite their immense power they never caused trouble with the DWMA or any other government. They were just a bunch of bored old cronies as far as Saul was concerned.

Speaking of them the old crony landed first. His incredible bulk almost caused an earthquake when he had landed. Out of the blue a large steel golem leapt out at him. The man turned around and looked at it, nothing but boredom in his eyes. He stretched his arm out and grabbed hold of the large golem's head, spinning around and tossing him sideways and into the air. The golem whipped around and landed on his feet, saving him from taking too much damage…at least from that attack. The giant horror movie man dashed inwards taking multiple steps at a time until he was right next to the golem, his arm stretched out smashing into the solid metal shell of the golem and continuing in on through. The golem's body creaked, but it was obvious he was still alive. It hefted its large arms up and into the air, threatening to bring them back down at full-force. The man unclenched his hand and out of nowhere a loud boom was heard as the golem exploded from the inside out. It was obvious that the force of such an explosion originated from his hand, but it didn't mean anything if you knew where the attack came from you would have to avoid it and seeing as this man's physical prowess was incredibly above and beyond normal limitations even that would prove to be difficult. The group called Pluto was not to be trifled with. The member smirked and sneered as he walked through the mess ahead of him. The smell of burnt trees was omnipresent all around him. He shook his head and moved forward, trudging in deeper with every step.

He could feel the tension in the air. It was like electricity was buzzing straight through it, even a war-hardened criminal like himself could feel the slightest bit of uneasiness to it. He was a criminal, he had been given a second chance at life because of the boss of Pluto decided that his 'unique' skills would come in handy. He didn't mind…as a matter of fact the only reason he was a criminal in the first place was because of the lack of excitement and so far Pluto had fixed that. This odd uneasiness was rushing all over him. When was the last time he felt like a true challenger? Like the odds were actually stacked against him? It must've been decades, but here is how he felt right here and now. He could see the shadow of a demon before him, the barest of Soul Wavelengths crept through and into him. It felt like he could be killed in a second…and he liked it!

(-in the inner sanctum-)

The man of the hour was stretched out in the middle of a large bed. He smiled and looked to the side, nothing of real interest was around him…he was just stuck waiting until his enemy's got here. Lucky for him he prepared some snacks ahead of time. He reached over to the side of his bed, his greedy fingers grabbing a hold of one of the shining red orbs, a Kishin Egg from one of those men he had killed days earlier. He went to pop it into his mouth like a piece of candy, but he paused as he looked over at the stash. His senses were alerting him to someone else that was present. He brought his hand back and looked around him. "Excuse me, but whoever you are you better present yourself…NOW!"

"Chk, chk, chk," muttered a man as he came around from the corner. He wore overly large goggles over his eyes and he looked over at the big man of the mansion. "I'm impressed, I thought I was hiding myself very well." He was met with a mocking laugh, which made him recoil a bit…he didn't want to be found just yet. He was a witch and seeing his brothers and sisters laid out before him didn't really inspire much faith in his (hopefully) soon-to-be friend. Of course, he was shook out of his own little daze as a loud throat clearing forced him to pay attention to what was going on. He lifted his head and tried to smile, but it didn't seem to impressing anyone. "I'm here to…uh…check on things. A few last minute tweaks to a project, if you will." Limos lifted an eyebrow, he didn't trust his new intruder either and his purposefully vague comment should get him killed. "Trust me, I won't get in your way." Of course, Limos had said similar heartwarming comments to his guests awhile back and you could see where it got them. He lifted his hand and prepared a blast, a much, much weaker version than Vigrid's, but it would easily serve the purpose here.

Ta-DA another new chapter! PRAISE ME! Oh, well, got it down and I've written a few other chapters for this so I got something resembling a backlog...oh, well...