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[RP] Soul Eater: New Earth

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Desbear:
Hason

Something about the room we entered was off. The man was even floating, and his cloak was... Odd, to say the least. I noticed multiple machines, and there were vials in a line. However, the most intriguing part of all of this, had to be the tables that only said 'Experiment 003 004'. As he began to speak, I felt my blood run cold, however... I don't think I could have predicted what came next. When he spoke... When he spoke to me, I felt myself begin to tense up... 'Does he know? No... He can't. He can't know. He can't know. He can't know...'

As he moved on, I began to just... Stand there, staring off into a seemingly vast nothingness. When the floor began to crumble underneath me, it reflected how I felt, and I thought it to be my head. as if the world was crumbling underneath me. I wanted to believe he didn't know. I wanted to believe I was still safe... But that was a feeling I wouldn't feel again, for quite some time. I was no longer safe the moment I stepped into this room... When we hit the ground however, something made it self very apparent; I had more pressing matters to worry about. 'I... Need to calm down. I need to focus. I need... To live.'

As I began to look around, I didn't even notice that my legs hadn't sustained any damage from the fall; I just moved on, my legs unharmed. Steven had landed a few feet away, farther than when we had been standing there. I noticed his eye's began to change very quickly, as if fear had overtaken him, and he had realized something. He quickly ran towards me, sprinting even before jumping, and turning into weapon form midair. I reached out my arm, and grabbed Steven's hilt out of the air, watching as one of the other's was forced into a weapon form... 'He just... Forced her into weapon form... I didn't even know that was possible...'

When he drew an arrow, I notice one more thing... Earlier, I must have turned off, or even forgotten to activate my Soul Protection, but I could... Feel it.  The electricity, everywhere as he fired... I could sense each individual shot, and feel  their movements... I could feel that overwhelming sense of dread as the shots hurtled towards me... I was going to stand still, I was going to hide, but... A voice rang out, and reminded me of something. "Hason! One of the other's isn't moving. We can't let her get shot here. He reminded me... Reminded me that I wasn't the only one who would be shot by these bolts. That I wasn't the only one who had to live through this. I moved in front of the girl, the one who's partner had just been taken from her... And I did something I didn't even know possible. I began to swing the chain and chakram in front of me and the girl, a translucent shield in the image of a chakram blocking the electric shots. 'I... How did I... You know what, let's not question it... Let's just play defense for now.'

Steven

The Weapon felt uneasy, and it only worsened as the other said not to fear... However, what might have been eating at him further, was what he said about Hason... What did he mean by that? What was he saying she was? She was a Meister, wasn't she? She was his partner... So what was he talking about when he said that she was 'scared of her potential'...? He would have thought on it longer, had the ground not opened up under them, swallowing them...

Upon landing, he noticed the heat almost immediately, and the landscape wasn't a sight that instilled him with confidence.. He only felt more, and more uneasy by every second, and the fact that Hason was visibly bothered by what he had said, wasn't helping... However, when the cloaked figure spoke again, he thought that he knew why he was uneasy... This guy really was shady, and the notion that they were going to become Kishin food wasn't too helpful.

When the figure took hold of one of the weapons, and forced her into a transformation, he felt fear begin to spark up to new levels... However, he also felt anger. He didn't care for the feeling of Transforming in the first place, so he could only imagine what a forced change would feel like... So he did something. He ran. He ran towards Hason, and transformed, allowing himself to be caught out of the air by Hason... He could feel it. She was tense, scared. He could tell that something was getting to her, but to be honest, he didn't care about that for now. Instead, he had noticed that the girl, the one who's partner had been taken from her, was just... Standing there, even as the figure let out a bolt at her, she just stood there. And they had to help. He did something he normally wouldn't do, but he thought needed; He told Hason what to do. "Hason! One of the other's isn't moving. We can't let her get shot here.

To his surprise, Hason moved. She had placed herself in between the bolts, and the girl... And then she did something that also surprised him. She began to swing him, faster, and faster, until a translucent shield in the shape of a chakram appeared, and he felt as each shot slammed into the shield, being blocked... And more importantly, keeping both of them safe.

Tickles:
The other students tried running, but the bolts hit the ground, launching them close to the magma rivers. Cowards, all of them. The stranger, having grown bored, simply threw the bow aside. The girl returned to her natural form upon hitting the ground.

What's wrong friend? Don't like my technique?

The stranger let out an arm from his cloak. It was halfway rotted, but the bone that shone threw shined like iron. He moved too fast for the flying meister, punching him in the gut with a right hook. He then grabbed Silene, still in weapon form, and tuned her to his soul. He placed the blade at Warren's throat.

I always wanted to try this experiment. How much can a soul break when a weapon is used on its meister? You're the very first to recieve it. Be glad you're helping the pursuit of science.

The Stranger Raised Silene up in the air. Her blade was surrounded by a massive amount of soul energy, and it elevated to large proportions.

Prepare for the ultimate attack. SHINIGAMI DESTROYER

One of the other students finally sacked up, and revealed himself to be a sniper rifle. He shot at the strangers hand. Though it didn't hurt him, it interrupted him enough to stop the attack. He let his arms to his side, still holding Silene in a death grip.

Please refrain from interfering with the experiment. Perhaps an arm will due.

The stranger slashed at Warren's right arm.

The-Blades-slave:
The stranger threw aside the bow and pulled back his sleeve to reveal a rotted, decomposing arm with solid, protruding bone. Warren's brief sense of satisfaction quickly turned to horror and he attempted to turn away, but he was far too slow. The blow smashed into his solar plexus with enough force to send him hurtling back towards the ground, Silene falling from his grasp.

"Warren!"

He hit the ground hard, struggling for air and clutching his stomach. "S-Silene..." Warren struggled to sit up, then collapsed in a coughing fit, hacking up blood into his hand.

The sight of her meister in pain, his wavelength screaming in protest as he tried to push himself farther than he could go, combined with the unfamiliar, menacing presence terrified her. Helpless, she screamed out in protest as the blade of her scythe-form was leveled with Waren's throat, wavelength fluctuating wildly in panic. Every fiber of her being screamed that this was wrong, but she couldn't do anything to stop it. She was going to kill her best friend.

"Prepare for the ultimate attack. SHINIGAMI DESTROYER!"

"I-I'm... I'M SORRY WARREN!"

She didn't hear his voice when he responded, she felt it in her soul. "It's alright... I don't blame you." He smiled in the face of defeat and she felt a little piece of her slowly slowly dying as her blade arced down.

Then, like the chime of a church bell, a shot rang out. It hit the stranger, stopping him in his tracks, and for a brief moment hoped dawned within her. It was immediately squashed.

"Please refrain from interfering with the experiment. Perhaps an arm will due."

The scythe blade whistled through the air, cutting clean through Warren's arm. It rolled several feet away, hand still clenched into a white-knuckled fist. Warren didn't react for an instance, staring at the stump that was now his right arm and the bloody scythe-blade above him in confusion. A second later, a blood-curdling scream rang out in the chamber, but after a moment he realized it wasn't him.

Silene was screaming, weapon-form shaking violently. "No, no, no, no! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Warren stared up at her and, using his remaining hand as leverage, hauled himself to his feet. Blood spewed from his once-arm like river, leaving a trail as he stumbled toward the stranger, struggling to keep his balance. Once he reached them, he smiled. "Don't... Don't sweat it Silene. I have two arms, but only one of you." Weakly, he wrapped his good hand around the bar of the scythe and tried to pull her free.

Lunartic:
He tossed her. He fucking tossed her aside like a used rag, washed up and old and beyond its life.

"Jessica!!" Alex ran over to her sister, lying limp on the ground. ”Oh my god Jessica are you alright?” She turned her sister over so she was turned upright. ”Oh my fucking god please alright.”

Jessie moaned.

Alex breathed a sigh of relief. ”Oh thank god you’re alive.”

She coughed, then said, barely audible, ”H-how bad is it.”

”You’re not bleeding. How do you feel?”

Jessie swallowed and closed her eyes. ”Like fucking shit. I feel like every part of me was . . . was . . ." She broke out into tears.

Alex wrapped her arms around Jessie, comforting her, whispering soft, kind words into her ear, promising her that everything will be alright.

Alex hoped she sounded convincing, because she wasn’t proving that to herself.

Desbear:
Hason

As the figure threw the bow aside, I let the chakram fall, and with it the shield... I'd figure out how I did that later. I sorta have to live to be able to figure it out. As I began to look up at the figure, I watched as the being took the Meister's scythe, and swung her into him, chopping off his arm... As you would expect, this caused several emotions. However, the greatest of all, had to be a combination of anger and despair, fear nearly having been crushed by those two. Reason would have told me to run. Reason would have told me not to fight back, to stay on the defensive. However, reason was overruled by one thing, one force, that influenced by actions more than the other... Steven. His voice cracked out from the weapon form, seething with rage. "Hason... This is gonna sound like a really shitty idea... And it could go very badly... But, I need you to do something... Fight him.  Throw me. Attack him. Do. Something... Anything."

This... Inspired me. It wasn't the best idea. But my mind was so... Overwhelmed with emotions, that I couldn't really think at that moment. My wrist changed positions, and my arm followed suit, whipping the chakram behind me, and then whipping it around my side towards the figure... 'Please... Just... Work.'

Steven

Steven watched as the figure simply... Threw her aside. As he just discarded them as if they weren't useful to him anymore, and then snatched the Scythe from her partner... He felt rage begin to well up inside of him... However, nothing would match the feeling of anger that was created when the figure used the scythe to attack, and even harm her partner... He had to do something. He couldn't run... He couldn't defend... He wouldn't do either if given the choice. They needed to go on the offensive... And he made his stance on this known, a voice of pure anger and rage echoing from his form. "Hason... This is gonna sound like a really shitty idea... And it could go very badly... But, I need you to do something... Fight him.  Throw me. Attack him. Do. Something... Anything." And so she did. She swung him with great force and speed. And the chakram's blades even seemed to begin moving faster and faster as his rage continued to build...  All Steven knew, was that they had to do something. That this had to work.

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