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[RP] Soul Eater: New Earth

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Lunartic:
Alex almost tossed Jessie away. Instead, she abruptly dropped her and stomped back to her desk, hands in the air in defeat. She wasn’t sure what pissed her off more: the fact that her arrow didn’t hit Dagen, or the fact that Warren was able to catch that arrow mid-flight. I mean, the fuck was that? When did he suddenly become a super-human with better morals than her? . . . She spat her gum out of a hole in the wall and bit down into a fresh piece.

Jessie wasn’t faring much better. She transformed back with arms flailing around like a lunatic and swearing her mouth off as she stumbled forward. ”Did you see how he caught that fucking arrow? she said to Silene. ”How is that even possi-”

The shockwave of explosion after explosion knocked her off her feet. ”SHIT!”


Throughout the chaos, nobody noticed Dean calmly walk over to Archie, take the orange from his hand, and walk through a large space that was once a wall. He tossed the orange into the air a couple times, whistling as he walked across the field. Finally, he found an intact wall to lean against while he peeled and ate his prize. ”This is a good orange,” he muttered.

Desbear:
As the dust was kicked up farther and farther, the room began to get more, and more displaced, the explosions knocking away more and more of the room with each blast. Something about this seemingly filled me with glee. Something about this, caused me happiness, as less and less of the room was left standing. Similarly, I felt myself get a bit disappointed when they began to realize that the orange was missing, and the shots began to die down in frequency, until the shots finally stopped. It's a pity that they stopped so soon, isn't it?

As the dust finally cleared, I felt somewhat disgusted. Not at anyone in the room, no; I felt disgusted at myself... Ah, but enough of that. I began to look around the room for Steven, mainly so I could tell him that the orange was at least gone. Upon finding him, he was on the ground, somewhat dazed and confused. I spoke, my voice sounding somewhat confused. "Hey uh... What are you doing on the ground?" To this, he merely gave me the same stupid smile, a somewhat excited tone to his voice. "I uh... I might got flung off of Archie, and decided to just sorta... Stay there, for a bit. " To this, I merely shrugged, and just sorta got up, leaving him there. As I began to look around, I noticed something, or rather, someone, leaning against a wall. He was eating an orange... So that was who got it, huh?

The-Blades-slave:
Silene dug her heels into the ground to stay upright, laughing at Jessie's flustered display. "Yeah, he does stuff like that sometimes." She shouted over the chaos. "It doesn't surprise me anymore; he's a lot better at fighting than he lets on." That didn't say much, now that she thought about it. If you judged him off the way he acted he didn't even deserve to be a meister, much less in the school. He still hadn't told her what he had done to pass the exam.

She looked back at the fighting below to see what Warren was up to, but something caught her attention; "Where the hell did the orange go?!" Archie's hand, even if he hadn't realized it, was empty. The shockingly scrawny boy with the tie from earlier sat outside the school, munching on it.

"He walked up and grabbed it while Dagen was talking. Saved me from having to do much." Silene jumped. Warren had again appeared out of nowhere, his hands shoved into his pockets, smacking on some gum. "Sorry 'bout that whole fiasco, by the way. I know he's a prick, but you guys don't want to find out the charges around here for murder." The tone in his voice sounded like he knew firsthand.

Silene nodded. "Yeah, you were right. Though," she was curious now, she had to know. "Why did you stop us? I get you didn't want us to get in trouble, but you seemed ready to slaughter him a minute ago."

Warren shrugged, slumping down in a seat beside her, eyes glued to the scene below like a kid at a candy shop, and shrugged. "I didn't wanna allow that bastard any pleasure. He gets his rocks off on pain, his owns and others. He's a damn masochist."

Silene faded into thoughtful silence, studying her meister. His actions were sluggish like they always were, but he seemed upset. Only someone who really knew him would spot the tells: the shifting eyes, the knot in his jaw as he smacked his gum harder than normal, the outline of the balls of his fists in his pocket. Whatever Dagen had done, he was not happy. "Well let's hope we don't see him at maintenance, then."

"Yeah."

Tickles:
MEANWHILE, AT THE TOOLSHE-- I mean Maintenance.

Dagen and Malencia were outside the lab doors for maintenece. The doors seemed rusted for a new school, but the two didn't pay any mind to it. The doors opened, beckoning the two to walk in. Meanwhile, outside the stranger's illusion, Dagen and Malencia were sitting calmly in a chair, zoned out while the stranger worked his magic. The other students that were sent there, having passed their tests, were told to sit and get some work done for the next couple of hours.

For those that are paying attention, I am merely using my soul's wavelength and changing it rapidly to match and distort my target's waves. By doing so, I can create any reality I wish within their minds. The hypnosis is a calming wave I apply every so often to keep them pacified, while being sure the conscious part of the brain remains active, and switching them into their subconscious when appropriate. Those that have extended control over their soul's wavelength can achieve the same thing, however my illusion technique is about as unique as it gets. You may recall a meister from the past named Franken Stein. His soul was so flexible that he could match up with any weapon he sees, use them to their fullest extent, and negate soul wave's as well. I someday aspire to be like him, but using illusions is more of my thing. Dissection was his. If you're interested in learning about him further, I have many of his books, along with his autobiography on one of the shelves. Now, if you wish to see this test take place, I will have no problem bringing you along, you will be invisible and intangible to them."

Back in the illusion, Dagen and Malencia were in a dark room. The stranger stood before them , analyzing their souls.

Lunartic:
Did you really just get up and take that orange?

Yeah.

LOL!

Want some?

OMW


”... so, we had maintenance yesterday, we have it today, and we’re going to have it tomorrow.”

”Yup.”

”God damn it.”

Jessie threw her hands up in defeat. Neither of the two were looking forward to going back there again, although Alex wasn’t being nearly as vocal about it. She just sighed and shook her head.

To their surprise, the lab wasn’t nearly as terrifying as last time. Neither was The Stranger. In fact, it was almost welcoming. Alex found his speech quite fascinating in fact, and she was immediately drawn to a large bookshelf near the back wall. She gazed over each and every book, taking note of their pristine condition despite many being printed hundreds of years ago. Jessie, as per usual, found herself quite bored. However, she perked up when The Stranger told them she could watch a test take place. Normally she wouldn’t even dare speak about the test, but this one was Dagen’s…

”I’ll watch!” she blurted out, rising out of her seat faster than her hand rising into the air. She hurried over to The Stranger with unsettling enthusiasm. ”I want to watch the test.”

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