Thread: ♥Never Deceive Me♥ [Soul Eater][Sin and Ban]

Ugh. I'm not so sure if I got the address right...This place looks haunted...And it seriously creeps me out... The wind howling in the remote area indeed sounded threatening. Once again, her eyes returned to a small piece of, by now distressed, paper with an address scribbled over. In a matter of seconds, it was buried inside her fist. It must be right. And I must get a grip over myself. I'm a deathscythe now, after all. Right! The real life starts now, and I better start it good! A stray cat knocking the lid of the bin off, however, made her determination shrink at once and the freshly assigned deathscythe had to collect all her will power to restrain from fleeing. It was starting to get dark...And she pretty much spent the past three hours standing in front of this odd and, for some weird reason, stitched all over building. It's been two days since she, Celeste Vincent, was finally titled as a deathscythe. Both, she and her partner, worked hard for it to happen, but the event which was meant to strengthen their already flawless bond had separated their ways instead. The reaper, although they've proved to be capable of growing up and improving together, insisted for someone more skilled and experienced to team up with her. Celeste wasn't too keen on the idea. She wasn't too good with people and struggled to make friends. For what she remembered, she's always been this way. There were ones such as her, now former, partner who seemed to know where the right to push buttons were and would find their way with Celeste at once...But they were so rare she could swear she only met three in her entire life. Getting a new partner was a bad idea...If they couldn't match their wavelengths, it'd be useless. And trying to match it would take time - probably the same time it would take her previous partner to master his own skills to be compactible with her newly obtained title. No, this kind of thinking won't get me anywhere. I must see it as an opportunity and I must take that opportunity. Right! I can do it this time! She stopped for a bit, waiting for another sound to discourage her again, but for once nothing happened. Upon inhaling deeply, Celeste finally knocked on the door, already keeping the sweetest of her smiles ready while trying to suppress a nervous twitch of an eyebrow. And the door had opened, making the weapon bow her head and quickly mutter without even facing the person. Professor Stein? It's pleasure to meet you. I'm Celeste, Celeste Vincent. I've been assigned to be your new partner. The day had just started, but Maka's mood had already hit the lowest point. As if walking into Soul with his face between Blair's bare breasts wasn't bad enough, her idiot of a father decided to barge in so early in the morning, too. He babbled something about cooking pancakes for her, but the moment he had encountered the scene she had been trying to stomach, the plans and herself were forgotten. Oi, Maka. How long you plan on ignoring me? It's not even my fault. That's not cool at all. Soul complained as he followed her, bandages covering his entire head. Anger management had not been the best of her qualities... But all three idiots deserved her rage and so she felt no guilt over choosing physical violence to be a solution. She didn't answer and kept on walking through Shibusen with arms crossed over her chest. For now, she was still fuming and not in a mood to talk to the weapon. It was his fault! The thing Maka's ever learned from her father was that women won't be clinging onto men unless the men made an effort. Therefore, it was all clearly Soul's fault, although the cat's morals were quite questionable, too. And after them crawled Spirit, leaving a trace of blood after himself while weakly calling out for Maka through the tears. And yet she mercilessly ignored him, too. The deathscythe probably had the worst of her anger, but again Maka had no regrets. If he was there 'just to see her', he wouldn't have jumped into the bed with those two, instantly forgetting what he claimed was the purpose of the visit. Men are truly the worst. Still stubbornly ignoring her partner and her father, she followed the same routine as always. Just like every morning, Maka traditionally stopped in front of the announcement board to see if there was anything interesting going on. There was probably nothing to make her day worse...Or so she hoped.