Mike was shocked when Amellia asked him about her bust. It was his understanding that a girl's bust size was a delicate topic. He was surprised that she would so openly ask him about something. Still, he had to be careful how he answered. "Um...well. I haven't seen enough...busts, the tell if yours is small. But it looks like your's is bigger then her's. Although it's hard to tell with your clothes on." While he knew that staring at a girl's bust was a big no-no, she had asked him about it, which Mike assumed doubled as permission to look at hers

Vater cleared his throat. "Now, if normality could come back to this place... I have something to say", he stated, walking over to the podium. It did not take more than a moment for most students to come back from fleeing. They probably kept themselves close by and watched. There was still a gap between the other students and Colliene, though. Speaking of which, she remained on her knees, hands covering her mouth. Everytime she noticed Rose's hands approaching, she would swat at them. Her puffy paw sleeves were preventing any harm, like always.

The Reaper stood on the podium, barely reaching above the students heads. Clearing his throat and making a serious face, Vater began his speech, with an instant smile.

"OHAIO! Wassap! Got a good ride over to Shibusen? I guess someone did not catch the right train, though." His eyes wandered over to Jackie, who was now standing next to him, making funny gestures. She kept going on for a moment, until her eyes wandered towards the Reaper, who sucked in his pinkie with the meanest face he had. "Shinigami Sticker!" In a flash, Jackie lied on the ground, holding her ear and crying. Satisfied, Vater cleaned his finger and continued.

"Well, to get things started, I have an assignment for every one of you. Since Shibusen is a school of Meisters and Weapons alike, I want those of you who haven't figured out a partner to find one within the next days. Classes will start as usual on Monday." The Reaper looked at his watch. "Which is in two days as well. Have fun. Take good care."

A girl used to being propelled clear through solid walls by her partner, Rose cheerfully patted Colliene on the head even as she was swatted with fuzzy puppy outfit paws, smiling even as one smacked her directly in the face. However, the pink-haired girl withdrew her hand shortly afterwards. She had but one final thing to do before she could do anything else! It was vitally important, she knew what Nightwish needed and now she just had to figure out this last piece of the puzzle. For the puppy witch... still hadn't told her what ice cream she wanted!

Moving around in front of the girl, Rose kneeled down and attempted to look her straight in the eye, an expression of utmost seriousness crossing her face.

"What's your favorite flavor? I'll get as much as you want for sure!"

Carson looked around. He needed to find a meister? This made things complicated, he thought they chose them for you, like a sparring partner. Still Carson did not give up yet. He had walked his way here, and he wasn't about to make that all in vain. Immediatly he looked around, hoping to find someone who looked like a meister, but everyone looked the same to him.

"anyone need a weapon?" he shouted.

He knew that a meister and weapon were to have something that kept them together, freindship, love, a favor, but none of that was ever going to happen to carson, and he was well aware of that. Still he wished he knew a meister to call his own, and someone he knew. But everyone he knew was a fist fighter and none of them had come with him. He let out a sigh as he squeezed his way through the crowd. Maybe he should try some ice cream. The others seemed to like it so why would he not.

Dante heard a sound from behind him and glanced over to see the wall the cup was standing on had fallen into pieces. With a gaping mouth he glanced back to Zubuzi. He stared at her for a bit before shaking his head with a grin.

“Impressive” He said in a slightly defeated tone. He laughed as she referred to them as the weird ones. “I guess we really are.” He said with a smile. “Not used to so much happening, I’m used to days spend sleeping, training and playing” With a slight laugh he glanced over to see the headmaster standing behind a podium. He turned, ready to listen, thinking something serious was coming. After watching the introductions, he somehow felt like this was some kind of comedy show. That was until he heard the word assessment. Dante was instantly captured with the speech, excited for what their assignment could be. He had been training for this day and couldn’t wait. He was cought somewhat off guard by what he heard.

“A Weapon…” He said in a slightly confused tone. He had completely forgotten that he was going to have a weapon partner. Having trained in an orphanage, he had never fought with anyone else before. How would he know who was a good weapon for him? He then remembered that he had just met a weapon, and a rather impressive one at that. But did she already have a mister?

“I kinda forgot we had to be paired up” He said to her as he scratched his head. “What about you? You have a Miester yet?” He asked with a rather intrigued tone. He had seen what she could do, and was very interested in seeing just what kind of Weapon she was.

Zubuzi hesitated with the answer, its not like he just asked if you where single...But damn if it didn't feel like it. "H-has anyone ever told you your a little too forward." The idea of someone...handling you...Particularly a boy.
"I Do not." She starts to think of a reason why, its bad to be alone right? It makes you look weak right?! "I just haven't met the right miester as of yet, I can be rather difficult for amateurs!" Unknown even to her is the reason she became so defensive. Mentally she belittles herself for being so immature.

"Let me guess you have some amazzzzzing sword right? Probably slender to keep up with your 'Skillz'" Once again taking a playful jab, and trying to deflect from her idiotic behavior just moments ago.

"..ahaha..." She gave Mike a sweet smile. "Stop staring or I'll break your jaw."

"Well, to get things started, I have an assignment for every one of you. Since Shibusen is a school of Meisters and Weapons alike, I want those of you who haven't figured out a partner to find one within the next days. Classes will start as usual on Monday." The Reaper looked at his watch. "Which is in two days as well. Have fun. Take good care."

Convenient.

"Well... Since we're already acquainted with each other, want to partner up with me?"

There wasn't really any reason to look for another Weapon, unless she wanted another type, like a sword or something. Speaking of which, she haven't seen what his full Weapon form was. It could be anything from an artillery, to a bazooka.

"Ah.. Wait, I'm jumping the gun here. Lets see if our soul wavelengths match first." Giving him an expectant look, she waited for him to transform.

Dante had to laugh as she referred to him as too forward. He had never really thought of himself as forward, but he could see how it would seem like that. He let out a bit of a laugh before poking his tongue out at her. He was a little excited to hear that she didn’t have a Miester, but he didn’t let it show. He couldn’t help but grin at her comment on armatures.

“A bit of an ego I see” He said with a cheeky grin. He let out a hearty laugh as she commented on his ‘skillz’. “Sadly, I must admit, I have not found a weapon that can handle my skillz” He said with a slightly sarcastic tone. “This thing is basically just a decoration; it could barely cut the cup”

With a relaxed smile he looked Zubuzi up and down, wondering just what her weapon form was. “Hey, I have an idea” He said with an excited tone. “Want to see if we match?” He asked as he extended his hand. “I want to see if you are really as good as you claim” He said in a playful tone, excited to see just what kind of weapon she was.

Wow, that was easy. He managed to find a Meister without even trying. Oh...yeah. The wavelength thingy. She might not be able to wield him. Oh well, all he could do was try and hope for the best. "Sure" he answered. His body flashed white, and in a matter of seconds he had transformed into a hand cannon securely fastened to her wrist and covering both it and her hand. The hand that once held her's was now replaced with a trigger "please be careful, that's my trigger in your hand now. Also, I can be used as a bludgeoning weapon. It..It's not what I'm best at, but if you really need to bash something, I can do that" he informed her. "And I wasn't trying to stare" he mumbled "I...I thought that since you asked about your...size, I was allowed to take just a quick peek to compare your...size to her's. I...I didn't mean anything by it"

Val sighed as she just curiously watched everyone, 'Mom... did I make the right choice? I mean what will the students think of me... I hate witches yet you were one. I probably seem like a hypocrite but I just can't get over it.' Val thought to herself, having an inner conversation. Val then looked towards the reaper as he began to speak.

"Well, to get things started, I have an assignment for every one of you. Since Shibusen is a school of Meisters and Weapons alike, I want those of you who haven't figured out a partner to find one within the next days. Classes will start as usual on Monday." The Reaper looked at his watch. "Which is in two days as well. Have fun. Take good care." He spoke.

Val rolled her eyes as she watched people avoid her, she wasn't going to get a partner easily she already knew that. Knowing her luck she would end up with one who was weak or easily scared or something. A weapon is a weapon though so as long as they were able to concentrate and stay in weapon form she could use her fighting skills to take down whoever she was assigned to fight. Now to wait and see if anyone else is left partner-less.

As carson wandered through the crowd, he noticed he had hit a gap, as thought so cosmic force held all others from were he stood. Inside of his new found sheild stood a woman, and one carson thought looked very striking, thought that may come from the fact that she wore clothes that showed more skin than he had seen in all his life. As he walked deeper into the circle he noticed the girls eyes. They were golden much like the sun, or golden like the gold that the royals that watched them spar wore. They looked strangely perfect with her hair, and her skin was different from any she had seen from today. Carson slouched over a little, as she stood about 4 inches taller than he did.

As Carson came out of his trance, he notice he had been staring at her, as awkwardly as humanly possible.

Jacholaus, hearing Vater Tod ask for attention, turned his attention to the podium, where he was. He then listened to his announcement. Two days for him to find a Meister? That was plenty in his opinion. He could already see some people gravitating towards him even before the Principal started his speech. Though, they had strange looks in their eyes. Jacholaus figured they were after his wealth, since the first question they asked was, "How rich are you?" Well, that was, of course, after his name. Jacholaus sighed internally. He thought people should be better than that. Even though he'd been rich and spoiled all of his life, he knew that money was a material. Just like anything else. Some things, like partnership, shouldn't have to be bought. And it irritated Jacholaus that the nerve of some people had was to try and go after his wealth. Jacholaus turned down the obvious gold-diggers and went elsewhere.

A few moments later, Jacholaus spotted the girl from earlier, who'd went off about a witch being allowed, standing silently. She looked lonely to him. Jacholaus, wanting to make her a bit happier, walked into her general direction and went towards her. He did not see the male who stared at her. He instead walked over to the girl who was in solitude, wanting to start a conversation or at least make her day a bit easier. He didn't know what was wrong. Maybe it was all of the stress of such a big day. Or maybe the witch being allowed was still bothering her. Though, it could have been something else. He finally approached the girl. He raised his hand and waved it at her. "Hey," he said. "You seemed lonely. Don't you want some company?"

"I guess, I should probably try to make friends... Although I really don't know how." Val said with a slight laugh, her hood falling off and revealing her face and her hair. "I guess I can just say a little about myself. I'm Valentina but please just call me Val. Umm well I'm not a weapon, I'm more of the fighter so I'm definitely a miester. If you couldn't tell I'm new to this whole social thing so I can be awkward. Like I'm being right now.. Sorry, so what about you?" Val asked looking at him.

Jacholaus seemed to be someone Val will probably be able to get along with, he just seemed like someone who wasn't normal on a good way and more of the type seen differently from others just like her. Maybe she would actually have a friend but she knew she wouldn't be able to tell anyone the fact that she is homeless and parentless. That is her little secret.

Ugh... Its a bit heavy.

He seems to have turned into a sort of a... hand cannon? He had transformed onto her right arm, covering some of it in, and inside she could feel the grip and the trigger in her hand. It looks pretty solid, looking like it could perhaps hold off an attack or two if she needed to, and will really hurt a lot if she bashed someone with it.

"And I wasn't trying to stare" he mumbled "I...I thought that since you asked about your...size, I was allowed to take just a quick peek to compare your...size to her's. I...I didn't mean anything by it."

She took a deep breath.

It feels lighter now.

"I'll let you off this time. But next time...." Amellia aimed upwards, squeezing off a shot. The boom the cannon made was impressive, more so the large ball she shot off into the sky. "Ah... Its going down."

*BOOM*

It exploded in the midst of several prospective students. She didn't really give the shot much energy, so she wasn't worried about killing anyone when she shot off that ball into the sky, but now there was several people with blackened clothes and messed up hair. And they looked really really cheesed off.

She really should have thought that shot through.

"Hey, Mike?" She started walking quickly. "We have already gotten all we can from the Principal, so there are no real reason to stay.Shall we leave?"

"Hey, Mike?" She started walking quickly. "We have already gotten all we can from the Principal, so there are no real reason to stay.Shall we leave?" That was a clear indication that she felt that he could be her Weapon. That made Mike extremely happy. It had been so long since he felt wanted. And the feeling of her pulling his trigger felt so good. Not in a sexual way of course, but to someone who has been denied the warmth of another human being for so long, it was wonderful.

"Sure!" he replied, his excitement clear in his voice. "Should...should I change back? Or would you rather I stay like this a little longer? he asked "I'm...I'm not to heavy...am I?" he asked, a hint of worry in his voice "the people who tested me had a hard time lifting me, let alone aiming me. I was afraid that I wouldn't find a Miester who could use me. I was worried I was...broken"

Jacholaus smiled when Val spoke back to him. At least she accepted his presence. Jacholaus had been taught all of his life that first impressions were everything. And, from a wealthy and, almost aristocratic in a sense, family, he was expected to treat new acquaintances extremely well. Though, a bit odd circumstances, since this wasn't your typical soiree and ball for royal families and businesses like they did back in Hungary. This was an introductory session for his new school, Shibusen. Jacholaus then heard her ask about him, smiling.

Jacholaus gentlemanly took her hand and encased it in his, crouching on one knee, leaving the back of her hand for him to kiss, a greeting he'd grown accustomed to. "A great honor to meet you, Val. My name is Lucard Jacholaus. Jacholaus, being my given name, you may call me by." He stood after introducing himself by name. "I am, truthfully, a Demon Weapon. More specifically, a rapier," he said, smiling, baring his elongated canines, almost fangs, to her. He would take an opportunity to straighten out the more casual clothes he wore for the event, being a vest over a dress shirt and tie, dress pants, and some black formal shoes. To the normal person's wardrobe, it would be extremely formal. He would wear this just around his home. In hind sight, he may overdo it in some eyes, especially the greeting, but he didn't want her to think he was a bad person.

Wait someone with his people skills is without a weapon! Does this mean hes unbelievablly weak? Well he did slice the cup with a training sword, but still whats wrong with him? She sizes him up again, if anything hes, got the look of a Deviant. Probably has a weapon and hes cheating on it! NO he just wants to feel you up!
She smirks, thinking she caught him in a lie.

"Tch, Don't cut yourself!" She playfully jabs before starting to flip into the air, her body shines as she shifts into her weapon form.



Considering her drastic length, she assumed that the weight of the blades would throw the boy out of balance. Victory would be hers!

Dante couldn’t help but smirk as he saw the woman looked at him skeptically. He was almost certain she would protest, or refuse in some way, which is why he was caught off guard when she took a jab at him. He gawked in awe as she jumped into the air, transforming into her weapon form. He looked on in amazement as the girl changed into a large, double sided glaive. Dante recognized it from his books, but had never used one. He thought back to the times he had used a broom as a staff in the orphanage. ‘That is entirely different! I hope I really don’t cut myself.’ Dante thought as he watched the weapon spun around in the air. With a swift movement, Dante reached up and caught the weapon, moving in from hand to hand, spinning it beside him. He almost lost his balance as he started to spin the weapon, but spread his legs a little and decided to show off a bit. Moving his hands over his head, he spun the weapon, building momentum before slicing down in front of him.

“Wow, your way heavier than the broom.” He said with a grin. He swung the weapon around, spinning it in his hands and taking a few slices at the air in front of him. With a final large slice in front of him, he straightened up and rested one of the blades on the ground, leaning against the glaive.

“You are an impressive weapon” Dante said with a smile. “I didn’t expect that at all though. I thought you were something like a sword. Lucky I had some staff practice or I would have dropped you” He reached up and brushed his hand against the blade at the top, admiring the detailing. It really was an impressive blade.

As he almost threw fumbled her, she was honestly impressed. The last two to try and wield her couldn't even begin to manage her soul, it was shaky but he was able to maintain her without feedback. Internally she smiled, perhaps he was actually a decent fellow after all. BUT THEN....HE OPENED HIS MOUTH. As each statement left him, it was ass if they turned into daggers stabbing her pride as both a weapon and a girl all in one pass!

The top of the staff bent as if rubber! It smacks him with its broadside.
"Wow so the moment you get me in your grasp those people skills die!?"

She mentally took it all back! No wonder he's solo!

"So I was just starting to like you, but then...You compared me to a broom. It takes a lot to hurt my feelings, but wow you managed to stab me in the heart. Then you inform me that I am heavy? I....I just...I am not..."

Zubuzi struggles to find the right word for it. Her sigh signals her defeat as she can not fathom how she ever had the idea that this fellow was smooth.

"When you say staff practice....You mean twirling a broom while you did chores don't you?"

Zubuzi though a weapon had a tone that made it obvious that her face was worried.

Dante let out a happy sigh. He had finally made a friend his age. Then, something unexpected happened. Before he knew what was happening, he had been hit across the head. He turned to look at what had happened to see that the weapon had slapped him.

“Wait… What about my people skills?” He asks, confused about what was happening. With each fired off fault in what he had said, Dante was taken aback a little. ‘I didn’t mean it like that!’ He thought frantically. “No wait, that’s not what I meant!” He said before she questioned his practicing.

“Well about that…” Dante started. “That was half of it. The other half was sneaking off to practice on the tree outside” He said as he scratched his head. “I would whack it and see how much damage I could do. Then I would try to get faster, and work on spinning it. It was obvious they knew I was doing it though, I would be out there for hours either with the broom, my sword or some butter knives from the kitchen.” He announced, like it was some kind of achievement. “I call it ‘The Poor Man’s Training!’” He held a majestic pose for a few seconds before shaking it off and smiling at her.

“And what I meant was that you are much better than the broom. The weight is perfect, not too heavy, but heavy enough to have some impact” He said, hoping he could dig himself out of the hole he was apparently in. “Brooms are good for getting the technique, but worthless for actual weapons.” With a scratch of his head, he figured he was almost out. Now for the big guns, time to pull out all the suave he had read about in books.

“I was pretty surprised though, I kinda figured you would be all talk.” He said with a confident grin. “But I was defiantly wrong. You have to be one of the best weapons I've ever seen.” And with that, Dante was pretty sure he was out of trouble. ‘I wish I had some sunglasses so I could shield my eyes from my awesome’ He thought as he looked at the weapon before him with a relaxed smile. He had always wanted to try out his smoothness and figured this was a good opportunity.