Let the Transformations Begin! [weapons/mandatory]

[Marie]

"I'm late! I'm late! I'm so late!" she yelled, racing down the hallway. It was her first weapon-specific class of the new school year and she was late. Marie had planned a special transformation lesson on partial transformations. She felt it was important for future Death Scythes to know how to partially transform for when a meister wasn't nearby but disciplinary action was required.

Her face brightened as the Class Gibbous Moon sign came into view. "I did it! After hours of searching this morning, I found my classroom all by myself!" Marie exclaimed, overjoyed with her achievement. Finally, she came to a stop within the door frame. Catching her breath, the weapon looked up at her class, embarrassed. "I'm so sorry I'm late! I even got to school early this morning hoping I'd get here on time! Really, I'm very sorry!"

Composing herself, Marie continued, "Okay, so, depending on everyone's progress, this could be a long class. So, we'll all be good friends by the end, right? I'd like everyone to stand and introduce themselves to the class so we can all become friends sooner!" She smiled brightly at the class. There was plenty of talent in the room, and she was excited to unlock it. "Who would like to go first?"

[Rixon]

First day of class? Well it was Rixon's first day atleast and he was glad that he made it around the halls okay, other then few people bumping him around, but he wouldn't really do anythng about it and they soon got bored leaving him alone. He sat quietly resting his head ontop of his left hand and watching for any sign of the teacher. It was easy to tell he didn't know anyone or just was shy becuase most of the group around him were talking or glad that teacher hadn't made it on time.

Rixon's first glimpse of life as the teacher appeared through the door, he sat up with attention almost thinking she would be a harsh teacher, but the way she was acting seemed much more humble. He let himself relax at the Teacher's apologetic nature, she seemed nice enough, but Rixon had a slight problem for being shy, so he usually would stay away from people so it's not like he would go up and talk to her. He listened to her instructions but there was no way he was going to go first according to him. He shrunk back down trying to make himself less visible without really making himself stand out either praying she would not pick him.

[Tsuki]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://oi44.tinypic.com/mvgnqp.jpg);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 500px;height:600px;] Having only recently partnered up with a meister, Tsuki felt strange not going to class with Garu. Something about him made her feel very comfortable wherever they were. So being in a room full of weapons she'd never met before without her new meister made her feel rather uncomfortable. She'd never had a class with Ms. Mjolnir before and was very nervous about her new teacher. But when Ms. Mjolnir ran into the classroom, obviously very upset that she was late, Tsuki relaxed a little. There was nothing to be afraid of. The teacher seemed really nice. There was also something rather calming about her, the khakkara just couldn't quite put her finger on it. "I'd like everyone to stand and introduce themselves to the class so that we can all become friends sooner!" Ms. Mjolnir said. Tsuki looked around the room, hoping someone would volunteer. Volunteering with at least some idea of what to say was better than being picked and not having a clue, but she didn't really want to go first. All was silent for a while. Tsuki sighed. Somebody might as well go first. She could set aside her shyness for a little while. Look what had happened the last time she had. The girl had gained a partner! She stood and gave a tiny wave to the class. "Ano... hi, everyone... I'm Tsuki Kitsunemada. E to... I am a khakkhara. My meister... well, his name is Garu Hemming. Ano... I think that's everything..." Tsuki could feel her face flare up as she returned to her seat. Public speaking wasn't really her thing.

[Karma]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://oi42.tinypic.com/2lw8a45.jpg);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 500px;height:600px;] Karma stifled a giggle as Marie entered the classroom. Typical Marie. But she'd found her way on her own this time. Perhaps the scythe would inform Stein about her accomplishment... Aside from Marie, Karma knew no one in the class. Had Michael and Tatsuya actually been enrolled, she could have spent time with the broadsword in class. A slight blush painted her face at the thought of the young man. She covered her face with her hand as if deep in thought in order to hide her blush. Finally, after waiting for a volunteer, a shy girl with long, black hair stood and introduced herself as Tsuki Kitsunemada. As the girl took her seat, Karma decided she might as well go next. The scythe stood and ran her fingers through her hair, obviously embarrassed. Where was Sayuri when you needed her? "Yo... I'm Karma... Evans. Maybe some of you know my mom, Maka? So, uh, yeah, I'm a scythe, just like my... grandpa! Yup, good ole grandad, Spirit Albarn!" she said, avoiding mentioning her father. "My meister is Sayuri Star, Black Star-sensei's daughter. And I know Stein and Marie-sensei pretty well. Practically family with all the time I spend over at their place. So... yeah..." She returned to her seat, really wishing that Sayuri was there right then and there. Sayuri was good at making her feel comfortable in any situation. But of course, she was also a meister. So maybe it would have been better to have had Tatsuya there... Karma slumped in her chair, face turning red again.

[Anya]

This... was their teacher...?

Seated almost as far back as one could get was a single blonde, no older then fourteen years of age. Her face was half covered by a book, it's cover colored a deep shade of red, almost as though she believed that if she could see the rest of the class, they could see her. A hand kept being plopped on the snowy white head the rest on her head, grasping it as though prepared to take it off before letting go and letting the hand fall back to her side. It was a mental tug-of-war whether to take it off or not, probably worried if hats were allowed inside or not. Her toes drummed on the ground to numerous beats, getting faster and slower as those feet's owner grew more and more anxious. It was apparent that the female was being bothered by something - even a fool could see that, clear as day.

Anya was an outgoing type of person, and usually being in a large group of people - any of which could be a new friend or possible partner - would have thrilled her. And it had... at first. She'd nearly fell over when she heard that there was a mandatory class for weapons alone. She'd be in good company, she'd figured, being with a group of people with abilities similar to her own. But where did she live, Seasame Street? The moment she'd stepped inside, anxiety had began to knaw at her stomache. The others seemed plenty fine, sure. Perhaps her aching fear of getting to close was simply because she was to afraid of making an utter and complete fool out of herself. She'd mentally punched and kicked herself, trying to move her lazy butt off that chair in the back and actually talk to some of the others while their adbsent teacher was off who knew where, but all she'd earned were a few hypathetical bruises and bumps and a broken spirit.

'Come on, Anya,' she screamed at herself in silence, feeling worse and worse the longer time dragged on. 'You're better then this! Are you going to sit on the side lines and wait for someone to pity you so much they actually come up and talk to you? Get up there and do something!' Gathering as much courage as she possibly could, the weapon began to rise, pushing herself up with the palms of her hands placed on the table. And, just as she had gotten into a standing position, thought she'd finally get to talk to someone... The door swung open. "I'm so sorry I'm late!" cried the blonde woman as she entered. Anya sat down faster then you could say 'banana'. "I even got to school early this morning hoping I'd get here on time! Really, I'm very sorry!" 'She can cut it out with the apologizes,' she thought somewhat bitterly. 'She only said she was sorry a hundred times...'

But it wasn't the time to be wallowing in self pity.

It was time to make some progress.

'Look on the bright side; with this new skill - what was it, anyways? - I'm sure I'll have meisters lining up to have me as their weapon,' she thought, cheering up a bit. "Okay, so, depending on everyone's progress, this could be a long class. So, we'll all be good friends by the end, right? I'd like everyone to stand and introduce themselves to the class so we can all become friends sooner!" the teacher continued. What was her name, anyways... Mary? Maria? Oh, right. Marie. "Great, first day and I'm already forgetting things left and right..." Yep. Thrown back into self pity. "Who would like to go first?" Oh, yes, right. The introductions.

Preparing herself to stand up, the basic structures of a formal speech already reeling through her mind. But she froze, wondering how much of a fool she'd make of herself if she went first and completely messed up. Poised to stand up again, she slunk back into her chair. It was only seconds later when she saw someone else stand up and start their own introduction. She was already jealous. 'See, they have the courage to speak up in a crowd...' "Ano... hi, everyone... I'm Tsuki Kitsunemada. E to... I am a khakkhara. My meister... well, his name is Garu Hemming. Ano... I think that's everything..." The black haired student blushed a furious red as she sat back down and made Anya wonder how a shy girl had bested someone who claimed to be so easy going and adventurous in the art of public speaking.

Oh, she was already hating this class.

Then, another girl stood up, running her fingers through her hair in embarrassement. "Yo... I'm Karma... Evans. Maybe some of you know my mom, Maka? So, uh, yeah, I'm a scythe, just like my... grandpa! Yup, good ole grandad, Spirit Albarn! My meister is Sayuri Star, Black Star-sensei's daughter. And I know Stein and Marie-sensei pretty well. Practically family with all the time I spend over at their place. So... yeah..." Both seemed embarrassed, but both had the courage to stand up and face the rest of the class. "Bah, let's give it a go and pray I don't regret it later..." Standing up and praying she wouldn't make a complete fool of herself, she began her short speech.

"Well, um, I'm Anya Valkeryie..." Gah, she hated the way her voice shook as she spoke. 'Come on, Anya!' she cried in silence, giving herself a hard, mental kick. "I'm fourteen years old, and this is my first day here. I... don't really know anyone, so I don't have a meister yet, but that won't get me down! I'm determined to acheive my dream of becoming the youngest Death Scythe in history, so don't you be surprissed when you read my name in the textbooks some day!" And, from that point onward, she really just rambled on about a bunch of other usless information in a loud voice and a pace so fast, it'd be hard to make out three words out of every sentance. It was no wonder that, when she sat down, she was breathing somewhat heavily.

Embarrassed? Understatement of the year. But she slightly puffed out her chest in pride and held her chin high. She didn't care that everyone else here was superior to her. She didn't care if every sincgle on of them thought she was a fool. 'Phew...' she thought, picking up her book and trying to appear as though she were reading when she really wasn't. 'Glad to have that off my chest...'

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