First day of DWMA! The students are meeting in the courtyard to find their partner. Everyone is wearing one of those name tags you would see at a Wal-Mart reading, "Hi! I'm _____" And listing them as either a Meister or Weapon. Sonya looked down at a paper, listing the results of her Soul Resonance Tests. The student most likely to be her partner was a foreign exchange student named, "Venin Wruck" A picture of him was stapled to the page. Sonya caught a glimpse of him through the chaos in the courtyard, and squeezed her way through the crowd to meet her Meister. "Hello!" "Oh wait" She thought. She looked down on the page, and remembered he was from France. "Bonjour! Pouvez-vous parler Anglais?" Wallace had much more trouble finding his Meister than Sonya. "Karani!" He yelled. "Maybe I'm not pronouncing it right?" "Kah-rah-nee!"
"I speak English, relax..." Venin mumbled, bent over a small puddle, fiddling with something on his chest. "I was adjusting my hair and name tag," he held out his hand for a shake, smiling. "I see you're Sonya, correct?" Wandering through the crowd, Tavish Kurosawa searched for his meister. "How hard is it to find a giant?" he muttered, searching for Mason.
Instead of shaking it, Sonya gave it a high (or in this case low) five. "Yep, that's me!" She then flashed in a purple light, and became a very ornate hunting bow. She was now speaking to him through telepathy. "Pretty neat, right? And instead of firing arrows, you fire tiny wavelengths of your soul. Or at least, that's what my mum said." She changed back into human form. "Come on! Let's grab something to eat!" She grabbed Venin's arm with a surprisingly strong grip, and dragged him to the dining hall. "Ooh! They have French Cuisine here! Hey, Venin, what's a normal lunch for you in France?"
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif]Venin chuckled, forcing himself out of Sonya's grip. "We do eat normal food, too. Tell me about yourself. I might as well learn about my weapon," he said, motioning to a seat. "I mean, we [/FONT]are [FONT=Arial, Helvetica, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif]stuck with each other for a few years. There's no real reason to not be friends. Speaking of friends, do you know anybody here? ...I feel somewhat lonely, to be honest."[/FONT]
"I hate to admit it, but I don't know anyone here either. My family was the only one with a weapon or Meister bloodline for a few kilometers around. My brother has graduated, and he's back in England with my folks." A upperclassmen offered her a beverage. "Sweet Tea please!" The older student placed the drink on her table. "Thank you!" She turned back to Venin. "What sort of hobbies do you have?"
Venin quickly and carefully swiped a pink lemonade from a distracted meister standing near him. "Well, I just enjoy reading. Either that, or looking at myself. I am pretty gorgeous," he said, before making a disgusted face. "though, some students here are not up to my standards. Speaking of weirdos, did you see that giant guy with the mask?! I wonder if he's a weapon or a meister... Maybe he's both, like that one girl."
Sonya snickered a bit at Venin's comments about himself. He was self-absorbed, but in a good way. "Maka Albarn, right? Isn't her dad a Death Scythe?"
"Yeah, that's I heard. There was a whole group of students, with the 'Maka' girl. I know one of them was Lord Death's son, too." he replied, taking a sip from his lemonade. Venin chuckled and shook his head. "This school is going to be a strange place. At least I'll be the most beautiful."
"There he goes again." Thought Sonya. "He's quite an eccentric person, but that's a bit charming!" The older students now brought around menus. Sonya took a look in it. "I still have my mind, er, mouth set on French cuisine. Is escargot good?"
"Honestly? I've never had it. I'm not really the type for gourmet food." Venin stared through the menu, before finding what he wanted. "I'll have a cheeseburger, I suppose. No lettuce."
(sorry it took me so long…) Karani had some trouble finding her weapon until she heard someone shouting her name and then she ran towards the source of the voice found Wallace. "Oh,you must be my weapon.I'm Karani,but…Call me Kari." she held out her hand for a hand shake.
Wallace gave her a quick and shake and then smiled. "Hello Kari. Some people call me Wally. You can too of you'd like." They then heard Lord Death speak to all the new students. "For those of you that have found their partner, the DWMA welcome banquet is now open! Feel free to eat as much as you'd like and socialize with other students!" "I suppose that's us. Come on. Tell me a little about yourself while we walk there." "Well then, I'm going to find out! Escargot please!" "Your orders will be here in about five minutes." "Thank you!" Sonya turned back to Wallace. "Have you ever tried archery?"
"Yes, actually. I took it at my old school. I'm not a very good shot, but I was pretty quick to make up for it." Venin bragged. "Have you tried archery? Being in weapon form must be weird, compared to being human."
"Yes actually! I tried out for the English Olympic Archery Team once, but I had to drop out due to family issues at the time. Almost every weapon in my family is a Bow or some sort of hunting tool. Local talk says we're descendants of Robin Hood!"
"Robin Hood?! Really? Most of my family are meisters, but we occasionally have a halberd or minigun. I heard a distant relative of mine was a landmine or something."
"Well, it's just rumors, so there's no way to prove it. But I'd like to think that it's true! And a Landmine! That'd be pretty interesting!"
He steemed a statue himself, staring out at the town from such a high point. He sure could climb for such a large fellow, but his great, big ham-hands made it easy for him. His worn, scarred mask peered out under the laughing sun. The ears of a hunter listened to the announcment. He was often a hungry man, his size the source. He leaped down, catching cracks in the wall and ledges to slow himself down as he reached the concrete. Heavy, size 19 boots thudded onto the ground, and he walked towards wherever there was food. Luckily, he had a good nose, too.
"Oi! Mason Erickson, is it?!" Tavish cried, tapping Mason as close to his shoulder as he could reach. "I've been looking for you! Looking for the past however many minutes! Yer my meister, and I've yer weapon. My name is Tavish. Tavish Kurosawa! But yer gonna call me Tav!"
The big man stopped for a moment, facing his new... er... weapon. Being masked, he was a hard fellow to read. He simply tilted his head slightly, then slowly nodded, and trudged over to wherever the food was. Muscles could be seen stretching under a tightly fitting grey t-shirt, which was ripped in a few areas. He did not come from a rich family, it seemed, from his ragged and rugged attire, but he didn't seem like he would be someone who cared for such things. For the moment, he was hoping his new... weapon... didn't turn into some shiny little girl's toy. Wasn't his style. Though he did not speak it, and one could not see it, he was analyzing Tavish Kurosawa. He hoped, at least, it would be some rusty old axe. That was more his style. But a true hunter could work with anything. He could still hope, right?
