Venin chuckled. "Yes, yes. You are fitting within my standards." he said, smiling. "I wonder how soon they'll let us out on missions... It couldn't be that dangerous."
Sonya blushed. "My brother said after a month, they administer a test that combines athletic ability, knowledge, and bond with our partner. If we pass, we can begin taking on missions." Sonya cleaned her plate. "Well, dessert won't be ready for another hour or so. Want to go meet our teacher?"
Venin carefully placed his cheeseburger in his sweatshirt pocket, and stood up. "Anything but sitting here is good. I think my thighs went numb..." he said. "Though, maybe that's for the best. I have been gaining weight."
The big man sat down next to Sonya and Venin at the table. He didn't know who they were, and simply didn't care about them. Right now, he was just hungry. For meat. He didn't take his mask all the way off, but he slid it to reveal his mouth, which was disfigured with scars and gashes, and his cheek even had a gaping hole in it, the flesh seared. But he didn't care. He wasn't exactly sure what to do with the... er... weapon, and simply dropped it, and proceeded to eat whatever meat he could get his hands on...
As Sonya walked out of the dining hall with Venin, she noticed the large man. She hurries her pace quite a bit. "Is that the big guy you were talking about? He's kind of scary. I feel bad for his weapon."
"Yeah. I bet he's an American." Venin replied, speed up ever so slightly. "Though, he could be helpful out on the field. Provided he's not chasing us through said field."
"German, actually." The large man suddenly said in his deep, rumbly voice. "Although of Norwegian heritage. And with better ears than you assume." He looked across the table with his intimidating eyes. It was unclear as to what the rest of his face was doing, though.
Venin leaned closer to the titan of a man. "You know, it's rude to easedrop!" he said, slightly too loud. Changing from weapon form to human form, Tavish quickly awoke from his accidental nap, and scrambled to his feet. "What's going on...?" he asked, rubbing his eyes. "Are ye gettin' in fights, lad?"
The huge man looked at the stranger who spoke to him, his eyes physically unchanging, but something seemed to swirl within them; One could see the subtle homicidal rage floating through the dark green eyes like some monstrous creature through a murky swamp. He remained silent, yet he crunched up a steel fork in his hand, as if it were paper, still staring at Venin.
Venin bit his lip, and leaned in slightly, before shaking his head and turning to Sonya. "Right. We were meeting our teacher, were we not? We'll want to go meet them before dessert arrives!" he said, with a strange cheeriness.
"Yeah! Come on, the lists are posted this way." Once Sonya and Venin were a sufficient distance from the dining hall, Sonya leaned in close and whispered in Venin's ear. "Something's not right about him. His soul is... Far from being a Kishin Egg, but still mysterious and wicked. Strange. I'll keep my eye on him." They had arrived at the board early, and fortunately, avoided a crowd. Sonya ran a finger down the list. "Yes! We have Mr. Stein! I've heard he's a really great teacher and isn't afraid to teach you advanced stuff if he thinks your ready."
Venin gasped quietly, though, it was more of a strange yelp. "You are one of the types who can see souls?!" he asked, half shouting, half whispering. "What my soul look like? Is it as beautiful as I am?! Or is my beauty not enough for my soul?! It's my hair, isn't it?" Venin dropped to his knees, brought out a small hand mirror, teal like his T-Shirt and decorated with a gold and purple fleur de lis and began to attempt to fix his hair.
"Oh, yeah. I should've mentioned that earlier I guess. The eyes of Weapons in my family are sensitive to Soul Wavelengths and Resonance. So, as well as viewing the world in bright, dim, red, blue, etc, we can view the world in terms of kind, rude, wicked, all that good stuff. Oh, and I can see through walls with it." Sonya's eyes flashed blue, and she looked at Venin. His soul appeared as a brightly burning gold flame. "Don't worry about your hair. It doesn't affect how your soul looks. Just imagine a giant golden fire. That's what yours looks like." Her eyes when back to their normal color. "So, do want to go meet Mr. Stein now?"
Venin calmly and silently stood up, placing the mirror in his pocket. "Right. I apologize, I suppose I do get distracted quite a bit, but it's fine." he said, before clapping his hands together firmly. "Dr. Stein it is! Let's go. ...My hair is okay, correct? I don't want to make a bad impression. Nor do you, I presume?"
The big man looked at his weapon for a moment after the two left. "Are we supposed to go somewhere?" He asked simply. He hid his hand under the table setting the crushed fork on the other side of the bench holding his bleeding hand in his pocket, hidden so that not even the smaller guy would notice...
Tavish shrugged. "Not a clue, lad. I fell asleep. Ya wanna follow them anyways? Preferably without draggin' me across the pavement, that is. Yer lucky I'm a heavy sleeper!" he said, scratching his head.
The big man nodded and got up, and with Tavish, followed the previous two to a classroom. It seemed like he was supposed to be here, so he sat down. He noticed that the others were sitting with their weapons, and then looked at the teacher, the man with glasses. He took one look at the man, and decided he liked him. Seemed like a smart fella.
"Aye, I thought I'd ask, but can ya do any of that weird soul magic? I heard some meisters could see souls or slap their souls into people. I've got nothing special, aside from turning into a giant sword." he asked, taking his seat next to the large man.
Stein was sitting back in his revolving chair, feet on his desk, smoking a cigarette. "Mr. Stein!" Sonya yelled, running up to the man. "Sonya, is that you? How's your brother doing?" "He's doing good, sir!" "Well, I'm glad to have you in my class. I'll be happy if your even half as good as Chris, you'll go far here." The man beckoned to Venin. "You're Sonya's Meister? Get over here, lad!"
"Patience." Quite the talker. Mason was not one who did magic, but sometimes it seemed like it. He possessed incredible physical skill, especially in stealth. He was quite a fighter, too. Nothing fancy, but he was prcatically a rocket-fueled tank with legs, possessing massive strength and stamina. And he looked it, too.
