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The bell attached to the door of Death Diner tinkled slightly as it opened, indicating a new visitor. Flynn Everson walked into the building, looking around slowly. Death City wasn't small and looking for one person in it was like looking for a needle in a haystack, even with being able to see the souls of others. But he wasn't the kind to give up, even in against odds such as this and eventually his hard work paid off. After asking a few people if they'd seen someone running around who liked like the girl in the picture he had, he'd finally gotten a lead. This was where it had taken him. The door slowly closed behind him of its own accord and he looked around, purpose clear in his eyes. After a few moments he spotted her. Yeah, that's gotta be her he thought to himself as he stared at the young girl eating a fast-food meal. Wasting no time he placed the picture he had been using for reference back in his pocket and slowly walked up to the girl. He sat down in the seat across from her as casually as if she had asked him to come. "Would you be Naomi Kitsui?" He asked in a calm tone. "I'm Flynn Everson, Meister. I was just assigned to be your partner several hours ago." His voice was casual though it was very matter-of-fact, devoid of any specific emotions. "I picked up the assignment earlier this morning." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a sheet of paper with the student picture of Naomi paperclipped to it. He looked for all the world like an investigator preparing to interview a witness. "15 years old, Weapon. A pair of gauntlets to be specific. It looks like you were involved in an incident not too long ago that required an ambulance and the attention of the police." He shifted to the second page of the papers he was holding, placing the first one behind it. "A party? Someone was injured? Doesn't look like the police charged you with anything though. Could you tell me a little about that?" He asked, looking up from the paper glancing down at the black digital watch on his wrist before meeting her eyes again. He certainly did his homework.

"No thank you," Flynn said politely, holding up his hand as she offered him fries. He didn't react as she pretended to lunge at him but instead listened carefully to her story. "I see," he replied, glancing down at his paper. He looked back up again and was about to ask another question when he noticed there was a tear running down her cheek. He blink in surprise. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize the event was that traumatic for you," he told her apologetically. "We can go over that later on if you prefer." He folded the paper in half and slipped it back in his pocket. "I'm just trying to get a clearer picture of who my partner will be. I hope I didn't offend." He leaned back in his chair as he watched her. Aside from his slight surprise, his expression hadn't changed through their entire interaction and his calm demeanor never wavered. Uh-oh he thought to himself. I hope I didn't get off on the wrong foot. First conversation with my new partner and I made her cry. He felt slightly guilty but he honestly didn't know what to do in a situation like this. It had been so long since he'd had any serious human interaction. Coming back to the school to finish his final year was going to be difficult, he knew that much. But he hadn't truly realized how much he had forgotten about forming relationships until this very moment. Nevermind the fact that she was a young girl, one of the most complicated creatures on the face of the planet. He was trying to think of what else he could say to console her. Come on... he thought to himself. What would make her feel better? A compliment maybe? Girls like those I think.. He shifted in his chair as he looked at her across the table. "You look really pretty today," he offered. I hope that didn't sound too awkward.. he thought worriedly.

Flynn nodded as he heard Naomi's response. "I've heard a lot of stories that have gone the same way," he told her. He returned her smile with one of his own. It wasn't warm but it wasn't cold either. It was more...reserved. He watched as she reacted to his compliment. Jury was out as to whether or not it was a good reaction. She seemed taken aback which could be good or bad and she seemed a little embarrassed as well which again could be either one. You're welcome," he told her with sincerity. He leaned forward again as she asked him how long he'd been a Meister. "I'm in my 4th year," he told her. "Due to injuries I suffered on a mission last year I was forced to drop out and now I'm repeating my 4th year. So technically 5 years." Flynn hadn't exactly told the truth about his reason for dropping out, but he figured it would be better for her not to get a bad first impression. Besides, he wasn't about to repeat the mistakes he made last time. "And you're a first year so I'm assuming that's the extent of your training so far. Not that that's a problem. I don't mind helping you learn though of course as partners I'll treat you as an equal." He paused as he leaned back again, still keeping his smile. "How familiar are you with your Weapon form exactly?" It still seemed like an interview, but the atmosphere seemed to have relaxed just a little.

Flynn smiled and shook his head. "No, you're not a punishment. How cruel would that be anyway? To use one student against another for punishment. I wasn't told why we were assigned as partners, but I don't believe it's for punishment." He nodded when he heard her explain her abilities. She's pretty confident. That's good as long as it doesn't translate into overconfidence on the battlefield. She doesn't seem like the type though. A little naive, but that wears off after a while. She seemed like a good sort. Friendly for sure and definitely eager. If she had the basics down too that was all the more better. He'd heard that Weapons can sometimes change forms even when they don't want to. It probably wouldn't be too big an issue. All in all it seemed like a good start. "That sounds good," he replied. "I have four years of experience as a Meister, including missions so I don't anticipate that to be an issue." He leaned back in his chair as he watched her. "So tell me a little about yourself, Miss Kitsui," he began. "Where are you from? What are you looking for in a partner? What do you expect to get out of the DWMA?" It still seemed like an interview. Flynn seemed like he would be at home in some detective novel with his demeanor and questions, though his attitude was still friendly and there was a small smile on his face as he listened.

Flynn listened to Naomi as she answered each of his questions. He raised in eyebrow in slight confusion when she seemed to blush furiously after he asked about what she was looking for in a partner. She didn't seem like the shy type. Why did she get coy about that all of a sudden? Her requirements for a partner seemed fairly straightforward. Reliable, respect, well that was easy enough. He counted himself as pretty reliable and he could show respect just fine. He nodded at her question. "Sure, you're in your first year after all, you have plenty of time..." he trailed off as he noticed that Naomi was scowling. He blinked in slight surprise when she asked about "those papery things he had". What the heck was she talking about...? It took a moment for him to realize what she wanted as he watched her pout. "Oh. My file. Yes, that's fair enough," he told her as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his file. His was a single page since it only consisted of the sheet they handed out to Weapons and Meisters about their partners. He had picked up his own as well as hers when he went to check in. Although while he had added to that single sheet with reach he had done and printed out, he had no reason to research himself leaving Naomi with just the one paper on him while he seemed to have almost a dozen on her. He placed the sheet of paper with his picture attached to it in her partially transformed hand, careful to avoid the sharpened fingers. "Here," he told her with a bemused expression. "Your papery thingy." He folded his hands and set them on the table as he listened to Naomi began her questioning. The paper she had would give Flynn Everson's full name, age, the fact that he was a Meister, his year, his address and his picture. "I wanted to become a Meister so that I can join the Special Investigation Unit of the Police Force," he answered easily. He shifted slightly when she asked how he was injured. "I was injured during my last mission. I'm...not allowed to go into details due to the nature of it. However, if you're concerned that I might not be fit for combat I assure you that that's not the case. The damage wasn't physical in nature, it was damage to my soul wavelength but I'm afraid I can't reveal any more than that." His expression was neutral now, as opposed to the slight smile he had had earlier. He didn't seem hostile, just more...guarded. "If you do any more damage to that table we might have to pay for it," he added, looking down at her sharp metal fingers piercing straight through it.

Flynn watched carefully as Naomi seemed close to flipping out over the partial transformation. He was judging her character and self-control by her reaction. That wasn't what he had planned for when he pointed out the damaged table but the opportunity had practically fallen into his lap. He slowly pulled his hands back off the table in case Naomi decided to vent her frustrations and didn't mind paying for a new one. Other than that he didn't move. She didn't but it was a close call. Then she looked like she was about to claw her own face which Flynn imagined would be pretty painful. A cold thought crossed his mind. Was she going to self-harm? He leaned forward in his chair, prepared to grab her if she intentionally hurt herself but stopped when she took a few deep breaths. He breathed his own quiet sigh of relief as he eased back into his chair. In several moments she managed to revert her hands back to human ones. By the time Naomi turned back to him he had returned to his calm state, looking as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. "Sure, I think that would be a good idea," Flynn replied as he stood up. She certainly has a quick temper he thought to himself as he pushed his chair back in. If training helps her cool off then I'm all for it. It'll give us a chance to see how well we do as a team too. Two birds with one stone. When he stood up to his full height he was about 6'2 and he looked down at Naomi with his same unreadable smile. My watch batteries should last that long. I'll probably have to change them tonight though... he glanced down at his watch with a sudden, slightly concerned expression as he thought this. But the moment was gone as quickly as it had come and he looked back at Naomi. "The training fields then?" He asked, wondering if she had anywhere specific she wanted to go.