George and Wilson look at the huge hall they had just entered, a little awe-struck at the architecture. "Now, I suppose we find the registration... wherever that is..." He looks around, looking for a sign or something, but that was obviously a vain attempt. He shrugs, and the pair starts to walk around. After a while Wilson almost runs Stein over, and shrinks away, ten more apologies spewing from his mouth. Stein looks at them, holding his gaze at Wilson for a little longer than George, and says "I'm guessing the two of you are here to join the DWMA?" George steps in between him and Wilson, and says "That we are. Is there a way to join on the campus, or do we have to pla-" "Follow me, I'll take you to Lord Death so he can fill you in." Stein cuts in, him not having the time to listen to George babble on. George doesn't mind at all, and even smiles a little. "Of course. Lead the way." They make way towards the Mirror room, and when the door opens they almost smirk, but don't. Lord death was standing on his head, for whatever odd reason. When he notices he has company, he immediately rights himself and says "Ah! Newcomers! Welcome to the DWMA! As I'm sure Stein there has told you, My name is Lord Death! Now! Which one of you is the Weapon, and which the Meister?" George steps up a little, and says "I am the Meister, sir." Suddenly Lord Death is just inches from his face, and one of his eyes gets bigger as an interested stare. "And what, young man, would your name be?" George was, however surprised, unfazed by the random gesture, and says "My name is George Williams Smythe, sir."
Death stands back a little, and says "Oh, do stop it with the 'sir's. It makes me feel old." George opens his mouth to protest, but decides against it. He was mad, through and through. Lord Death's attention turns to Wilson, and his care-free attitude stops cold, and he approaches him. "And what, might I ask, is your name?" Wilson steps back, but George's hand falls to his shoulder, and he straightens himself out and says "Wilson Higgsbury, si-, um, Lord Death..." Lord Death taps the bottom of his face. Or is it a mask? Anyway, he motions for Stein to go ahead and return to his duties, and crouches a little as to be level with Wilson's face. "Your soul... is quite a worrisome matter, Mr. Higgsbury. Do you know why this is?" Wilson nods, and swallows hard. "Yes. I know it, but do not understand it."
"I wouldn't expect you to try. Your soul is evil, to the very core, but... if your personality was likewise in intent, then you would have been hunted down by the meisters here years ago. So then you must be here to see how you can be a more useable weapon despite the obvious spite between mind and soul..." Wilson chuckles nervously for a bit, and Lord Death says "Oh, it's no matter, We've dealt with less stable, just not a weapon yet. It'll be tougher on you since you can't really do soul resonance when your soul is constantly going against your mind. Think you can do it still?" Wilson hesitates, but George says "I have every confidence he can do it." Lord Death looks up at him, and says "Well, if you say so. Well, that settles it then I guess!" He takes out two little tags, one saying 'Meister', the other 'Weapon'. He puts them on the front of the clothing of the respective owners, and says "Welcome to the DWMA! Let's see... we'll set you up with an apartment within the city, as we do with most meisters. I believe they are doing the matching now, so you two can show up! Have a good first day!" He waves at them as they leave, and goes back to standing on his head. George takes Wilson's hand, and they go off to start their first day in the DWMA.