Thread: The Ties That Bind A Soul Eater (True Grave & ShyFoxie)

Aaron Doherty stepped out of his house in San Diego and headed for his car, a blue sporty coup that always got him from point A to B in record time. There was a slight breeze that ruffled his light brown hair, and his dark brown eyes scanned the street for anything out of the ordinary. Seeing nothing unusual, he shrugged and got into his car. As he was on his way to his destination, he thought about the strange looks he would get if he told people what he really did during the day. People would hardly believe that he went to a school in the middle of Death Valley where the Grim Reaper himself was the principal. As his car left the road and skidded over sand, he saw the spire of the Death Weapon Meister Academy come over the horizon. The DWMA, as it was often abbreviated, was a school for young men and women looking to become meisters , roughly what those in the States would call 'weapon masters'. Aaron had just graduated high school a few months ago, and had enrolled there on a whim. After some rigorous testing, which he passed thanks to his athletic body and keen wits, he was accepted into the school. All students who attended the school started out as level one meisters, and were given a weapon that could switch back-and-forth from human form to assist in combat. Aaron had yet to receive his weapon, and was supposed to meet with Death, his oddly goofy principal, to receive his before he went to his first class. After parking his car, Aaron hustled into the building and found Death's rather luxurious office. A man in a white suit, one of his Death Scythes, was standing next to him. A Death Scythe was a weapon that had eaten 99 Kishin souls and one witch soul. Kishin were evil spirits and criminals alike who sought to gain power by eating human souls. The DWMA's job was to stamp out the Kishin and witchcraft wherever they found them. When a weapon became a Death Scythe, the Grim Reaper himself used it in combat, or it was gifted to an instructor or gifted student on occasion. Any student that could turn his weapon into a Death Scythe went down in school history, and was always spoken of in a reverent tone. Aaron wanted such prestige and power, but he knew it would take much time and hard work to get there. Heya! Death exclaimed in his jubilant tone of voice. Lord Death, I am here for my weapon. Of course. Right this way. He almost giggled as death floated away, but a stern look from the Death Scythe made him straighten his face. As Death sat down at his desk, the door opened behind Aaron, causing him to turn around. His mouth almost dropped open at the beauty of the young woman before him. She had snow-white hair and beautiful eyes framed by a fair complexion, and that was just for starters. Her breasts were big and perfectly round, looking even bigger than they probably were due to her short height and small frame. Her frame was a perfect hourglass deliciously hugged by the threads of her outfit. Right then, he thanked the heavens that he had chose the DWMA over a regular university. Death cleared his throat. This is Ms. Tsukino, a recent transfer from our Japanese branch. She had a hard time fitting in over there, so she came here to find a meister that could use her as a weapon. Really? Aaron asked, but his voice trailed off into an appreciative tone. His handsome face brightened into a charming smile as he caught her eye. My name is Aaron Doherty, and it's very nice to meet you. Death turned to Tsukino. Please show him your weapon form. I need to know if you two are a good fit before you're both late for your first class. Aaron turned to her and watched expectantly, wondering what such a heavenly young lady would become if she became a weapon.