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[scytheyouout]

Characters: Soul and YOU.
Setting: Room 2-08 and surrounding dorm areas, floors 1, 28 and various other floors. Feel free to pick any floor you'd like. I will roll with anything you throw at me.
Format: action
Summary: Congratulations, tower! You are now plus one (1) Death Scythe! Have you seen his Meister?
Warnings: Accidental stabbings are going to be a thing.



► Room 2-08 | Dormitories | Various floors throughout the day ◄

[This wasn't Nevada. This was no where close to Nevada and if the letter by his bed was the real deal, apparently Nevada was no longer a thing. It was dust. It's a lot to swallow and he's hesitant to believe it without any further proof, but he is definitely unsettled.

After finding his belongings in his trunk, he quickly gets changed (seriously, that catsuit thing was just incredibly uncool) and sets out to explore his new surroundings.]

Maka's gotta be around here somewhere...

► Floor One ◄

[At first Soul figured the whole having to eat the oatmeal first thing was a bunch of crap. After he threw up his chicken nuggets he found that it really, really wasn't. Soul was hardly a picky eater, but this stuff was just gross.

He pokes at the sludge in his bowl, frowning.]

All right. Only a couple more bites and you're done, dude. You can do this.

► Floor Twenty-Eight ◄

[Now this was his kind of place. Instruments lined the walls, every kind of piano and keyboard was laid out in front of him. Acoustic, electric, and bass guitars were perched on stands and practically begging to be played.

He hits the piano first.

A sleek, black baby grand.

His fingers brush across the keys. He sits down and starts to play.]

Comments

Maka that is so sweet of you. c:

[scytheyouout]

[Of all the things Soul expected to happen, he could easily say that getting stabbed by a pair of blades coming out of her shoulders was not one of them. It wasn't even on the list. Not even a thought.

He lets go fast enough to avoid one blade, but the other... not so much. It rips through his Spartoi uniform and sinks cleanly into his shoulder.

... At least the blade was sharp.]

Agh! Y-yeah. Yeah, it's me, damn it.

as one of my former rp partners said "you don't show love with knives"

[the_word_is]

[Not as sharp as Soul's, honestly. She's still pretty new at this transformation thing. And being new at this means that she's panicking enough that she can't undo the transformation.]

I... I'm stuck.

[She can feel him on her blade. This isn't happening. This isn't real. Just another nightmare.]

[scytheyouout]

Yep. You definitely are.

[He grits his teeth, trying to wrap his head around the fact that his Meister had suddenly sprouted blades.]

Just calm down. Close your eyes, take a deep breath and focus inward. Try and visualize it in your head.

[the_word_is]

[She closes her eyes and just breathes. Maka knows where her blades are. They need to be not there. Simple. Just breathe and put the blades away.

The scythe blades slip back inside her, metal seamlessly morphing into flesh and bone.

She has to turn around. But she doesn't want to. She doesn't know what she'll see if she looks at him. It's just another trick, just another illusion.]

[scytheyouout]

[He presses his hand against his shoulder to help stop the blood flow. Soul's grimacing when she turns to face him, but it's definitely him. Maybe a little older than she remembers, a little taller, too, but he was still her partner. One look at his soul would more than confirm it.

He pulls his hand away, winces, and puts it right back.]

That was some welcome, jeeze...

[the_word_is]

[He's older, taller, wearing a uniform she's never seen before, but he's Soul and she thought she'd never see him again. One step, two, and she's knocked her chair over and has her arms wrapped around Soul's torso, holding him like she's afraid if she lets go he'll just vanish.

Probably not the best idea when Soul's injured and bleeding, but she's missed him so much.]

[scytheyouout]

[Injured shminjured!

He's a little taken aback by the gesture. Not the hug itself, exactly, but the feeling behind it. It was... it was almost like desperation and he can't understand why. Granted he hasn't had a whole lot of time to look at her or else he would've noticed a few obvious details. She's Maka, but she's younger than she was the last time he saw her.

The need in that hug makes him worry. His brows furrow as he awkwardly tries to return the hug.]

[the_word_is]

You're late, Soul.

[Months late.]

[scytheyouout]

It's good to see you too.

[the_word_is]

... we need to find some bandages.

[scytheyouout]

[he grimaces]

Yeah. Yeah, that'd be cool.

[the_word_is]

[It doesn't look as bad as she thought it was. But she still stabbed him. She stabbed him and she needs to help.]

... I'm sorry.

[scytheyouout]

Don't worry about it, I'll be fine, but uh... since when were you a weapon?

[the_word_is]

You're not fine, Soul. I stabbed you.

[And then there's that question, the question she honestly doesn't know how to answer.

Technically, she's been a weapon her whole life. She just didn't know it.]

... Not very long. I transformed once just before I came here, but it's been happening a lot since I've been here. [Since she's been here, Maka wakes with her blades caught in her mattress almost every day. And now she's hurt Soul, because she can't control herself.]