This is an alternate universe Soul Eater roleplay. Sort of. It actually follows the final events of the manga 100 years later. Things seem to be going great. So great that witches who have somehow found their way to a path not riddled with chaos and destruction are allowed to attend the DWMA as students. Some have even taken to becoming meisters, and with all of the mingling, there have been many cases of weapons being born with magical powers. The world is evolving under the watchful eye of Death the Kid, now known simply as Lord Reaper. Will you embrace the new way of the world, or will you get left behind?
There was the alarm clock. That was where it began. It hadn't went off even though Talith set it the night before, how ever he had unknowingly set it down too hard and dislodged a battery. Then there was a rude and groggy awakening when he realized he had slept in 30 minutes. Class started in 10.
Strike one.
On that day, rain beat down on the city. It was strange, it rained so little in Death City, when it did Talith was almost mesmerized by it. He could hear the drops hitting the school angrily, changing the ground below into a messy mud-like mixture of sand and water. But Talith always enjoyed it. It was calming.
Unlike most people, the sound of the rain was disrupting for the blue-haired meister. He could not make background noise out of it, instead the rain took the talking teacher's place, forcibly stealing the spotlight. Talith's eyes stared through one of the classroom's tall windows, looking out towards the small wooded area nearby the school. It was strange to him how water could change the way something looks so drastically. He decided, quietly, that he would take his lunch out onto one of the many balconies the school had.
The sound of the rain died down and at that very moment Talith realized the teacher had called on him to answer a question.
"Talith? Talith Dupree?"
Strike two.
Talith's eyes narrowed at the usage of his last name. but he quirked the corners of his mouth up to speak, "Yes? Sorry sir," the teacher looked at Talith, assessing him. Talith was sure the teacher was taken aback, usually he listened so well. It was very rare for Talith to lose himself in his thoughts in such a way.
"Can you answer the question?" The teacher questioned warily. Talith blinked a few times, confused he asked, "what question?" To which the classroom laughed in response. Sure, it was easy to laugh at him. He was usually one of the smartest people there, always eager to answer all of the teacher's questions. Sighing, the teacher remarked about how his participation grade for the day would be affected by his lack of concentration, which bothered Talith. It's not like the meister needed to pay attention to what he said. He knew most of anything they went over in class already.
Talith pulled his shirt around, it had twisted a little while his daydreams had held him captive. He was busy mumbling about how stupid it was of him to allow himself to be so distracted when a girl caught his eye. He wasn't sure if she was looking at him, but it seemed as if she were. There was a moment of awkward eye contact until Talith broke away, turning his body forward once more and shrugging his shoulders. He crossed his arms and thought, she seems pretty lost, but you don't see the teacher picking on her.
Class ended, there was a brief, chaotic moment of students rushing to leave. Talith always sat that out, he didn't like to be bumped into or touched. Once the flood of students subsided, Talith reached down for his bag and stood up. Walking sideways to leave the row of desks he sat at, the blue-haired boy hadn't even noticed the small puddle of water at the end. There was a sharp sneeze that startled Talith, he had thought he was the only student left, before he laid his eyes on who it was, his right foot slid in the water causing his shoe to lose traction on the wooden planks that made up the student desks.
While trying to catch his balance, Talith turned around, which proved to be a terrible idea, because then his body began to fall backwards down the stairs. Before he knew what happened, Talith was rolling down the tall sets of desks until his head thudded onto the hard, tile floor. He laid there for a moment as pain seared through his skull. He brought a hand up to touch his forehead and felt something warm and sticky. He was bleeding. ]ow.
Strike three.
At least his classmates were gone, they didn't see such an embarrassing display of gracelessness. No, wait, his body shot up fast, too fast, his head spun and he saw lights before his eyes. It took him a second to gather himself before he glared up towards the desks and, with an accusing tone, said, "YOU SNEEZED."
It definitely hadn’t been Queris’s day. One of his dumbass students had really reached a new level of idiocy with an excuse about why she couldn’t take his practice exam. It was bloody practice for the real thing.
Now to actually go into a class he had no issues with. The students were compliant and often times didn’t try to push his patience. It was probably the class he liked most this semester. He noted that several students move out of his way as he walked from the classroom.
Anyone who saw him would’ve though his lavender eyes were deciding which one of them would be his next meal. Honestly, the meister attributed it to his wavelength, which many students with soul perception could feel, if not see the typically chaotic aura that surrounded him.
There it is. Finally get to leave all there gazes. He thought as he entered the classroom. Just as he crossed the threshold, he heard a sneeze and saw a student tumble down the stairs. The student quickly perked up, but showed obvious signs of light headedness. Plus his forehead was bleeding.
The last thing he needed was for his student to pass out.
“Mr. Dupree, you should be more careful. Can’t have one of my classes top students just pass out or get serious hurt.” He said as he pulled out a clean cloth. He held it out for the student to take.
“I’ve also got a salve if you want to put that on the wound. Should help it heal faster.” Queris said to the blue haired student, turning his attention to the other one in the room.
“I hope you’re not causing any trouble between classes. Would hate to have to use you as part of an example in class.” Queris said threateningly. Although it wouldn't be anything dangerous, it would still be fun seeing just how his students interacted in a forced situation.
Midori loved the rain. Quietly of course. While she adored the rain she did not go around advertising her love for it outwardly. It was more of a, "I enjoy this but I'll keep it to myself," type of thing. So when she woke up and heard the rain pelting against the outside of her building Midori smiled and quickly got out of bed. The long haired weapon spent a few minutes happily gazing out the window at the dreary sight that was presently Death City. The rain took the usually cheery city and turned it macabre. Even the sun looked down at her with a dour expression. She gave it a bright smile and then pushed away from the window and made her way into the bathroom. Her smile melted away at the sight of her hair. A groan left her lips. At least the rain had woken her up early. If she hurried, and didn't want to actually look like a functioning member of society, she might be ready in time to leave for class. Midori grumbled under her breath as she yanked up the brush and began to run it through the tangled mess atop her head. "Something something, stupid crystal hair." Littered around the girl's bathroom were small crystal clusters of different sizes and colors. Actually it wasn't just in the bathroom. Midori was grateful of her suspicious lack of a roommate for the moment. What if they didn't particularly like crystals? It wasn't her fault that when she got upset they just kind of... appeared. It probably was her fault though. After a few minutes, or twenty... or thirty, the girl studied herself in the mirror. Her long hair was pulled into two pigtails high on both sides of her head. Her normally clear face was scratched up in a few places, but she'd gotten used to waking up to a few cuts a long time ago. At least she looked halfway decent. It wasn't like it would matter much.
Midori shrugged at her reflection and then walked away. It didn't bother her very much anymore that hardly anyone spoke to her. When she'd first made it to the academy she'd been so nervous and jumpy. Anxiety had ruled her every thought and made her almost completely useless in any sort of social situation. Her participation in class had been atrocious. She sat alone at lunch.
She still did that last one, and her class participation hadn't gotten much better. Well, at least she'd gotten used to the thought of being alone all of the time. Also if she didn't talk to anyone she had less of a chance of sticking her foot in her mouth. Figuratively of course. While her class grades weren't much to show for, her time spent in the dojo was. While no one had committed themselves to being her partner, as there wasn't much of a need for strict partners, many people seemed to rather enjoy her weapon form. Midori herself enjoyed the practice but hadn't actually found anyone who liked her weapon form enough to spend rather long amounts of time with the girl herself.
Midori slipped her shoes and her bag on before heading out the door, umbrella in tow. The rain drops splattering against the top of her umbrella reminded her of home as she hurried up the steps of the DWMA. With two minutes to get to class without being late for the third time this week she wasn't sure if she was going to make it, yet again. "Move please, excuse me, thank you." The weapon pushed her way through the crowded hallway and spilled into her classroom looking disheveled and slightly irritated. So much for my good hair day, but hey at least I'm on time for the first time this week. With a scathing look from her teacher the girl scurried into her seat and sunk down into it until she was almost hidden. When the class started and the teacher was in full swing Midori turned her eyes to the window and watched the rain fall.
"Talith? Talith Dupree."
Midori blinked and tore her eyes away from the window to look at the teacher. That tone of voice meant only one thing. Someone wasn't paying attention. At least it hadn't been her name called this time. Midori cringed at the thought of how many times their teacher had to stop the class to get her attention. The girl wasn't stupid, rather the opposite really. She was quite intelligent but she was also finicky and easily distracted. Following the teacher's gaze she found herself looking at a blue haired boy. Talith Dupree? Oh yeah. Smart kid who answer most of the questions asked in class, never worked with him, seems kind of stuck up. Midori only blinked at the boy's next words while the question seemed to entice a cacophony of laughter from the rest of the class. Midori was about to mentally voice her sympathies for the boy when he looked in her direction.
No not her direction... he was actually looking at her. Or he had been. The boy looked away rather quickly. Well okay then. The class returned to it's normal state of people answering questions aloud as Midori followed in her head. When it was all over Midori sank even lower in her seat to ride out the stampede of bodies making their way into the hallway. She'd had enough of wrestling through that for one day. As she went to stand Midori noticed that the blue haired boy from earlier was just leaving. She decided to wait for him to leave and instead she leaned up against the wall.
Man someone should really dust these wa-
Her thought was cut off as the aforementioned dust made it's way into her nose, causing her to sneeze mid thought. The weapon's eyes went wide and she sucked in a deep breath. "Oh no, oh crap." Her face began to turn a bright red as she watched the scene unfold before her. It was like something out a of comedy. She almost expected to her a laugh track play behind her but instead all she heard was a faint, 'ow," from the floor. Moving to the of the aisle seemed like the best idea so she made her way over to see if the boy named Talith Dupree was okay. By the time she'd made it to the end he'd stood up. He looked a bit wobbly and Midori wondered if he was okay. He must of hit his head pretty hard if he can barely stand up. Good job Midori, you killed the boy.
"YOU SNEEZED."
"Uh...." Midori's face, already red, turned a color that should have been physically impossible. She raised her hand and then dropped it in favor of opening her mouth to speak. Except she didn't know what to say so she just stared at him, growing increasingly more flustered as each awkward second passed. Mr. Queris entered the room but Midori kept her eyes on Talith as the man started to talk to him. She didn't quite hear what they were saying but then again she wasn't quite listening to the conversation. Her mind was racing and her heart was pounding in her chest. She could feel the emotion rising, crawling up the back of her throat and tingling her scalp.
Oh no. Oh crap.
The teacher, turned to her, his eyes dark and intimidating. His words sounded as if they had a jagged edge and it grated on the girl's fragile hold on her emotions. It was the last straw for the girl. "All I did was sneeze!" She shot the words at Talith and turned red again. Then the darnedest thing happened. Her hair decided that since she was flustered and feeling threatened that it needed to change, harden and become something completely different. The longer pieces of her hair began to crystallize and cause chain reaction starting at the bottom and making it's way up the girl's pigtails.
Talith had his hand on his head, the fall had caused the side of his normally pinned up hair to fall messily about his face. He stared up at the girl, it was the same girl who sat behind him every day, the one that he saw without seeing at each class meeting. What... was her name? He was almost certain she was a weapon, recalling briefly that quite a few students had taken a liking to using her in practice, but no one really used her steadily it seemed.
She was quiet, like him, but probably for different reasons. Talith didn't talk to other people much because he found polite conversation bothersome. It was pretty apparent that she found it terrifying.
Midori. Yeah, that was her name. After a moment of standing there, Talith was able to regain some of his senses, realizing that she had in fact sneezed but that was not the cause of his fall, no. Someone must have laid wet umbrella in the aisle which caused the puddle of water. His face reddened. He had just yelled out at the girl in such an obnoxious way. The teacher, Mr. Q (which Talith had dubbed him, since his name was a little strange), was asking Talith if he needed any assistance while handing him a handkerchief. Talith took the handkerchief, but politely refused the ointment he had offered. He patted the bloody spot of his head and said, "I'll go see Class Four. I am sure one of those girls could fix me up in no time," said Talith, referring to the class of witches that possessed magical healing powers.
The teacher then turned to Midori, questioning whether or not she was participating in some mischief. The girl looked completely mortified and Talith felt a tinge of guilt. She yelped out in response and a second later her hair began to harden, changing right before their eyes. Talith's eyes widened, he instantly remembered why no one ever used her weapon for for long. Her magical abilities were not under control. Talith, gaping now, wondered for a brief second how she managed to wiggle herself into Class Two, but as the very tips of her hair turned into glistening blue crystals with a touch of green here and there. It was at that moment that Talith registered Midori as a permanent fixture in his mind, even if he wasn't aware of it yet. The girl who he had previously looked over without much thought was radiant with her crystal hair. He could not tear his eyes away from the it.
After a few moments of awkward staring, Talith realized his head was pounding. He wasn't sure when, exactly, his head cracked open but at least he knew how. He recalled the water that he had previously slipped on. Talith, almost absentmindedly, waved his free hand in circles, summoning the water to come together and freeze in small cubes of ice. The ice traveled quickly down the steps of the desks and into his hand. He pulled the bloody piece of cloth off his head and placed the cubes inside it, then placed his makeshift ice-pack onto his head. The cool touch of the ice did little to sooth the ache in his head, wincing a little, he cleared his throat,
"Sir, she didn't do this. Her sneeze startled me a moment, but ultimately it was my fault for losing my footing. I apologize for the spectacle," Talith nodded his head a little in a bowing fashion, "If you would excuse me, I should go see about getting this fixed. Perhaps she," Talith pointed towards Midori, "could come with me to make sure I make it there okay?" His question was innocent enough, but Talith really wanted to know more about her hair.
Looks like it was nothing more than a series of unfortunate events. I guess there's nothing to penalize these students for in this situation. Queris thought before the female student's hair began to undergo a transformation into a crystalline substance.
The teacher smirked, it looked like the girl wasn't in complete control of her magical abilities. Or at least, that this one's emotions bore a heavy influence on the activation for her's.
Then Mr. Dupree spoke up, bringing the professor's focus to him. Oh, I guess we should get him to the infirmary. It would be terrible if something more serious resulted of it. Then the student asked if she could take him.
The dark haired man pulled up his sleeve, revealing a black and silver watch. "We still have thirteen minutes before class starts. The three of us can go together to the nurse. It would be best to avoid any unnecessary risks for either of you." He said to both students.
He actually did want to see how they interacted. If things went decently, he figured that they may make the perfect two candidates to be examples for today's lesson.
