@BasilicaAgent β moment's falter, one that the scythemeister quickly rebounds from with the dig of her heels in the cracks of the pavement.
βThat won't get the best of me, you monster!β Maka snarled, teeth gritted as she assumed offensive position, swinging Soul over her shoulder.
@BasilicaAgent β at a 45-degree angle before her. Butt to the sky, blade to the ground.. so that when that orange bolt flew her away, she could swing up, knocking it up to the purple bruised sky above.. and past the unknown audience.
βNgh!β Maka grunted, staggering back from the blow. Just a β
β apartment!β Shouts the blonde, immediately pulling away to a safe distance from this ( surprisingly well-meaning ) stranger.
β.. A-And of course I know not to throw water on the fire! I'm not a fool, not like.. y-you!β
There's a stranger breaking into her apartment to.. lecture her on handling a fire? Not even her most fictitious books could make up something so insane!
For a moment, her shock falters, giving way to that of pure bewilderment. Maka blinks then, focusing on his face, then the β
β the stove, then the stranger.. then the textbook atop the dinner table.
There's only one thing to do now: interrupt that introduction with a βMAKA CHOP!β to the man's head with her swept-up textbook!
βBeing a knight doesn't give you the right to barge into someone's β
@BasilicaAgent β move, swinging out of the darkness to take on this terror scythe-on.
βNo! Your trechery ends here, you.. you.. eugh!β A gag interrupts her speech, the demon's foul stench faltering the young meister.
βTonight, your soul is.. mine..! Bwegh!β
@BasilicaAgent β jittery?
βOkay, Soul.. we got this! One more soul to turn you into Death's Scythe. One more..β She'd swallow hard then, falling silent as she peers beyond the wall to the amalgamation rolling down the pathway. β.. d-disgusting soul.β
With one final breath, Maka makes her β
β One blink, two blink.. and this peculiar sight isn't going away.
βHow did you..β The student begins, her voice rising with her steaming hot pan. β.. GET IN HERE?!β
What Maka thought was an easy β and embarrassingly reckless β disposal of her dinner ended up being a.. summoning ritual?
βWell, what else do I have here to.. huh?β The scythemeister fell silent then, taking in the sight of the chicken-burned stranger standing on her balcony. β
βYou donβt understand anything! The most important thing isnβt power, it isnβt courage, it isnβt having friends!β
He Who Walks the Path of Bushin, He Who Surpassed God.
βThe only thing that matters is that you can rely on ME!β
πππππ β ππππ!
#SoulEaterRP
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βThe Knight King never breaks his Oath!β
Fire Force Special Company 8's Vanguard. The Rookie with the Strongest Firepower. He who is fueled by Dreams and Delusions. He who wields the Legendary Excalibur.
He is Arthur Boyle β πΏππ πΆπππππ πΆπππ.
#FireForceRP
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Of course she can!
After Maka recovers from the scare of another presence, that is.
βW-Woah!β The weilder shrieks, fumbling her scythe out of her once-ironclad grip. βHow.. How long were you there..?β