Soul Eater: Class of the Next Generation [IC]

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Hotaru | Meister | Gym

Hotaru watched as Izuru's form fell to the ground. At this moment, her face was pink and her brow arched with an intent manner behind her intended actions. Nervously, she breathed in, shut her eyes for a moment, and exhaled, looking upon the spectators. "I've got this.." she told herself mentally, with a small nod to her head.

She knew that much was expected from her by Izuru, and she wasn't keen on making bad impressions.

Doing as her partner said (with a little aggravation from his tone), Hotaru reached down and grabbed the handle of the curved blade in front of her, already feeling a tug at her center. As she held the weapon up, a notice of steam rose up from her hands, burning into her skin. "Aish.." Hotaru cursed under her breath, alternating her grip of the weapon from each hand to try and stand the pain she felt. A faint whimper left her mouth, nearly dropping her partner. This pain only drove her aggravation further, causing her to clench her jaw as well as her grip on Izuru.

The yearn to success was no longer for her partner, or the cause of the school -- but for her own cause and her own cause only.
 
Izuru ...
Shibusen Demon Weapon | Gym

Izuru knew things were going badly. Her soul wavelength was all over the place, worsened by the fact that she was not focusing and tossing his burning form from hand to hand.
"Hotaru." He spoke once more, "You need to calm down to feel my soul wavelength." It was easy to feel his eyes burning on her, "Take deep breaths and focus, or it will be impossible." His monotonous voice didn't falter in the slightest. Rather, he sounded like he was trying to force some emotion into it, but was unable to. She better not fail...
 
Luca Baum | Weapon | Gym

Luca stared at the blue teacher as he announced what course of action was to be taken, slightly surprising her a bit. While she expected the people here in Death City to be somewhat weird, she wasn't expecting them to be blue. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mr. Stukov hop up to his feet, smirking and making some comment that motivated her to stand as well. The blonde nodded her affirmation at the young Russian, trying her best to follow him through the crowd. Luckily for her, his blonde hair kept bouncing up through the large group of students, so she most of the time had an idea of where he was.
Finally catching up with him, she stood next to him, making sure that he could see, but at the same time purposefully staggering herself slightly forward so she wouldn't get smashed in the crazy line the students had going on against the wall. Hopefully this doesn't end too badly, the young german thought, eyeballing her new partner for a second, before switching her attention to the names being called out.
 
John Charon - Meister - Gym

John only got the Hana part of her name before they were interrupted. "Yeah, it seems like something is about to happen." John said before smiling at her. Hana was just fine to him. It was something at least. He was certain that they would have time to introduce themselves better. He listened to what the man had to say before following him inside. During walk to the gym, John was taking in the sights of the building. He didn't really get to enjoy it for as long as he wanted since they reached the gym and lined up against the wall as told.

When he heard that they were going to resonate with their partner, John couldn't help but get a little nervous. He wasn't really sure he could do it successfully since he just met his partner without saying much to her. But, even with that thought in his mind, he couldn't help but smile. I mean, he couldn't really fail. Both him and his partner are going to make it into a class either way. It doesn't matter the level of said class that much. After reassuring himself, he turned towards his partner and gave her a thumbs-up with a smile to hopefully bring her spirits up if she was nervous as well.
 
Hotaru | Meister | Gym

The words of somewhat reassurance from Izuru reached through Hotaru's clouded mind for the most part. "Okay.." she answered her partner, doing as he said and shut her eyes, taking in deep breaths. She no longer focused on the people around her, or the situation she was in then. The needed connection of her and her partners wavelengths was the only thought in her head.

Almost as if she could see it, Hotaru felt a ping in her chest, and a coolness at the handle of Izuru's form. This was actually working.

Just as the two's wavelengths matched up and stayed there for a moment or so, it felt as if someone had knocked Hotaru right in the nose, causing her to wince, dropping the tip of the blade onto the ground rather harshly. She tried her best to keep her cool -- repeating Izuru's words in her head over and over again.

A small trickle of blood rolled down from her nose, just getting across her top lip. She was getting the hang of this ..
.. but just barely.
 
Hana Yukiteru
Shibusen Demon Weapon | Gym

Hana was so nervous... Ohh... Her feet stomped the ground in a twitchy fashion. The young female looked to her partner, whom she didn't even know the name of, giving her a thumbs up. She smiled and blushed, at least he was being supportive. Such a nice man... She then looked to the poor girl trying to get a grip on holding her partner, gently frowning. She hoped it wouldn't be that bad for them...

Izuru ...
Shibusen Demon Weapon | Gym

Izuru could sense her struggling.
"Now try to raise me... Slowly. Do not be in a rush to do this or you will fail." He instructed. Perhaps this girl wasn't completely useless after all. She was doing rather good with no prior experience.
"... If it is any positive reinforcement, you are doing fantastic." The compliment seemed forced. He could feel her soul, just barely resonating along with his...
 
Hotaru | Meister | Gym

The muscles of Hotaru's arms tensed and strained as she tried to lift Izuru. She did so in a slow fashion, just as he said. "Gah.." she grunted, nearly giving up -- but the past advice given kept her going. It felt as if her wavelength got another grip on Izuru's. One slightly stronger than before. Only slightly.

It was adament that Hotaru was trying, and her arms relaxed a bit as she watched the reflective blade to Izuru's form rise slowly. A faint chuckle left her mouth, though the grip on him had become a bit shaky.

Their wavelengths were connected then - but much improvement was needed. Hotaru was in no condition then to do any fighting. She would get them both killed immediately.
 
[fieldbox="Lance @ Gym, teal, dashed"][spacer]There were occasional chatter here and there as the mass of people moved to the new location but the general atmosphere was noticeably tense - no doubt many were hushed by the announcement of a 'test'. Lance on the other hand placed a blank and composed look on his face, keeping a steady walking pace and enjoying being within the crowd. The length of his black undershirt slipped down a shoulder for the umpteenth time, due to the movement and the size of the clothing compared to his body, and he gave up trying to straighten it back up. He made a mental note to go shopping for new clothes later on, but a part of him knew that he would get something over-sized anyway; the years of wearing such clothing made it feel like he was suffocating when he wore something fitting to his size.[/spacer][spacer]The dilemma came when they reached the gym. The coach's next instruction required Lance to pair up with a meister which he wasn't very successful with while they were still at the lobby, partially due to him taking his time and partially because of his failed attempts to talk with the pretties. A gloved hand went up to scratch at his messy hair as he looked around. Many were already lined up at the wall which in turn made it easier for him to know who did not have partners yet. Now, if only he knew who were meisters... [/spacer][spacer]The easiest way would've been to ask around, Lance thought, but there were a fair number of ladies present as well. From his failures earlier, he wasn't so sure if he had the time to chance up on asking them out. He knew he had no problems talking with guys though and he found himself looking for them instead. At that moment an idea popped up in his mind; he didn't know who were meisters, but he was a weapon. Bringing up the gloved hand into his field of vision, Lance willed his hand to change while visualizing the day he first transformed. A vertical blade of an axe sprouted from the back of his gloved hand - just as he envisioned. Lance had attempted various transformations since that day, and this was one of the tricks he was able to master. Unfortunately he had no idea how to change the shape or size of the blade. Right now, it was slightly bigger than his hand, the same size as the hammer-axe he would become when fully transformed.[/spacer][spacer]"I'm a Weapon as you can see. Any meisters who need a partner?" Lance called out while waving his axe-hand with his attention to the partner-less group of people.[/spacer][/fieldbox]
Lance Sinatra | 12 | Male | Demon Weapon ~ Hammer-axe | Location: Gym
possible interactions with Blair Croft​
 
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