Lord Death's children's home

[x_Death the Girl_x]

Death the Gal had not fully given into the powers of Death, and she heard the young males words. She shared a long look with Kid, conveying a silent conversation with him.

A Deathscythe could only be forged by a Shinigami. Mere humans could never hope to create such a weapon. The reason why her father required weapons to consume 100 Kishin soul's and a witch's soul was not only for three weapons to gain experience and skill, but to prepare their soul for the eventual resonance they would eventually have to share with Death.

That was not an easy task.

A full fledged Shinigami - the embodiment of Death itself - had a corrosive wavelength. It was only obvious - after all Death was created to destroy, to take away life. This wavelength, during a resonance, had a natural tendency to cause a weapon's soul wavelength to waste away and for their soul to rot until it became nothing. Weapon's souls needed to be strong enough not only to resonate with Death's incredible wavelength, but to resist this effect.

But even then, this would eventually kill the weapon.

So upon their christening as a Deathscythe, there was a smaller, secretive ritual performed to place a protective seal on the new Deathscythe's soul. This seal could only be granted by a Shinigami. This immunized the weapon's soul to the corrosive wavelength.

Therefore, one could not hope to create a Deathscythe without a fully grown Shinigami. Powerful weapons could not equate to a Deathscythe, they were different only because the latter had harnessed the power of a God, and that was something that not even the strongest weapons could hope to do.

Gal and Kid knew this, but this newcomer did not. Gal wanted to sneer at his pitiful fancy that he could mimic the gods, that he could learn how to become Death. However. Withholding this information could prove useful. After all, if they played along with the male's fancy, that would give them more time to find out who he was and specifically why he wanted to create a Deathscythe.

Gal's eyes tried to convey that she saw this and that she and Kid needed to make a decision pronto. They needed to discuss this.

She let her eyes fall upon the formidable meister in front of her and turned her head back to him.

"Why should we give you this list? We will gain nothing from it - in fact, we may as well be supporting an enemy. At least this is what you've proved so far. Pray tell why we Shinigami should aid you in conquests that for all intensive purposes are likely to be against us."

Gal's pitch black Shinigami wavelength seemed to expand and sway proudly at the word "Shinigami", an unconscious show of superiority that Gal's cheeks would burn in shame had she known. The Shinigami disliked flaunting the fact that she was not human, that one day she would be the one to Reap tour soul. And she definately did not have a superiority complex. However, her tone was anything but placid and showed that this was not a request. This a demand, and no qmount of educated speech could conceal this.  

[x_Death the Girl_x]

Kazuki Hinamori

(Did you draw that pic?)

-Hiraki Amane-

Hiraki kicked his foot softly, growing tired of the siblings stubborness, particularly the girls'. Hiraki looked down at the girl's discarded blazer that she threw at him. He went and folded it up a little and tossed it aside. Hiraki wasn't clueless, him consuming witches souls, which was pretty taxing on his body for the first few days; Hiraki did gain some magical qualities. He couldn't read minds by any means, but he could tell what someone was thinking about, just not their thoughts about the item. (basically meaning he can tell what your thinking, but not what your thoughts are about that thing) Hiraki looked downwards at Hajime's weapon form, "It wasn't my idea to make Hajime into a death scythe... it was her own choice. A Death Scythe is the highest honor a weapon can achieve, proving their accomplishment and worthy to be wielded by a god. She wants to prove herself to be stronger than anyone else. And as her partner... no, as her friend I will stand by her side." Hiraki had no intention of being a god himself, just showing the world that Lord Death wasn't superior to everyone else, and to show that they shouldn't worship someone who doesn't deserve it. There were few people in this world Hiraki would fight and die for... Hajime, ofcourse; Genesis, definitely; and another... Romana. "You look at me and think I am evil. That one scythe meister, Maka I believe... Genesis told me stories about that girl and how she had some move called Kishin Hunter that destroys those that are pure evil (atleast that's how i remembered it from the anime) You will find neither evil nor good in my heart... only nuetral." that statement however wasn't actually that true. He was nuetral, however he actually was a good person.

Hiraki began to walk closer towards Kid and Girl, but stopped when he heard someone running up at his side and yelled "Mud Golem Impact". Hiraki wasn't expecting some kid to show up, but didn't fear him, nor his move. "Teh... that low level move?" He asked, knowing all about it. Hiraki quickly pivoted to his side with Hiraki in his hand behind his back, stabbing the blade into the ground, keeping it there for a second. He swung his fist at the center of Iwamaru's chest, between his arms, "Enhanced Palm of the Golem..." (Just wanna thank you again for the move, lovely friend)

((nope, I didn't. Not to brag, but I can draw realistically better than that.))

Death the Gal shut her golden eyes as she heard him speak. That did not answer her question, and it was very very vague. But her eyes flew open at a certain detail that she was certain was a slip on the males fault. It had to be.

Genesis.

The beginning...Of a new mystery. Death the Gal's eyes quickly became slits and her wavelength flared suspiciously, the tendrils recoiling around Gal but growing taller, almost as an indignant and suspicious show of emotion. She wasn't about to point out this slip up just yet. She tucked her partner away on hilts located on straps around her thighs and placed her hands on them to show that she was giving the man a chance.

"No human is neutral. That balance is something you lack. Many wish to achieve it, and some manage to get close. But perfection - impossible. You're no exception." Gal couldn't stop herself from saying this, it was just too much. He did seem to lean on one side, but Gal didn't want to select one yet. His soul revealed many things about him, including a deep rooted agony. There was a scar running all down the length of it the effect like scratching a nail on a blackboard. Other things too, but Gal did want to draw conclusions before knowing everything. Though if she had to Gal might even say that he had a puff of goodness - his soul gave a small kind vibe beneath all of the other layers. He at least expressed loyalty to his partner. Gal thought about prying it away his fingers, but the idea didn bring pleasure. She had calmed considerably after establishing a resonance, seeing that a benevolent spirit had manifested in her.

"This was the Order established in the beginning." Gal continued. "You have said something useful though. Genesis - if you give me more information on her, I may not have to -"

From the peripheral view of her Perception , Gal saw a soul approach. Absorbed in previous conversation, Gal had not really paid much attention to it. Now, it flared with fury and a person came into direct view, throwing himself on the male with a battle cry.

Gal actually hissed and the black tendrils around her suddenly became more jagged and reached above her body in a claw like shape, leering over her almost as if threatening to impale the newcomer and the male, the harsh edges suddenly still and no longer fluctuating. But the male turned to attack the newcomer, but he made a terrible mistake.

He rooted his partner to the ground behind him and turned away.

Gal could not believe this error of his, but did not waste a second. It was all she needed. Speed was forte. Death the Gal induced her Double Accel as she launched herself foward, and the resonance only intensified her mivement. Her past Accel movements were nothing in comparison to now. The blur shot foward and the wavelength whooshed foward like a dark shadow, delayed behind her. The thing probably whipped at the nales body and went through the male asGal lurched past him in a fluid movement, and though her wavelength couldnt damage physically, she would not have been surprised if it blinded him for a moment, a mere annoyance.

She shot past The male like a bullet, but when she neared the sword, she reached out to try and grab the hilt. Compatibility would probably not be an issue, and though it might sting for a few moments in her hand, Galbdid not wish to wield the thing. Whether or not she grabbed the weapon, Gal rushed past the male's side and whirled around, her wavelength following her and stopping once it reached her.

Godspeed. She wondered if anyone had even registered what she had just done. Was the male aware that she just passed by him, or would he just be shocked that she was now a good distance behind him? Dare she say, it was a great time to launch a hit, but Gal chose not to. This was better.  

[x_Death the Girl_x]

((bewifhrhcht ghysfhriv Thanks for the correction, sorry! I wrote this late at night ^^"))



Death the Gal tightened her grip on the hilt, determined to keep a firm hold on the weapon despite the stabbing. Of course it would put up a struggle - it would be audacious for it not to. The Shinigami skin would've helped, but this wasn't a physical attack. Her wavelength seemed to crackle and it seemed to draw nearer to Gal, as if to counter the shadow stabbing on her hand. Her hand felt numb, and Gal was near certain she would not be able to move that arm. Gal felt the weapon's shadow begin to seep down her back and her wavelength rushed at it madly, pushing it back. What occurred was a power struggle between the two wavelengths, which resulted in the shadow staying still on Gal's back. It shook in place, the weapons shadow attempting to overpower her Shinigami wavelength.

Pity.

It would take a while for a human wavelength to overpower a Shinigami one, regardless of it's immaturity.

Gal's eyes flashed with a rebel's shine. "I shall not." She replied firmly. Because she was relying heavily on her Shinigami powers, the black wavelength around her changed and it wrapped around her lithe body, forming what seemed to look more and more like a Shinigami Reaping robe by the second. The robe fluctuated erratically in response to the weapon's shadow in her back, and Gal's eyes began to dull into a deep orange. Had she been in the reaping zone, they would've glowed.

"Who is Genesis and where is she located?" She sensed her brother charging up during his resonance and his Shinigami powers heightened considerably. Gal pushed her Shinigami energy foward and began to force a resonance with the weapon. This meant that she was forcing the males soul out of his partner's soul. At the same time, she let her wavelength crackle and move crazily between different wavelengths, obviously making the weapon uncomfortable because Gal was making her soul difficult to understand. Yet she was forcing this connection to break the one the weapon had with it's meister, and Gal was not making it easy. Since her wavelength was switching tune very quickly, it was going to be difficult for either the weapon or meister to reject her wavelength - they couldn't reach every tune that she was hitting, as she had Soul Compatibility, which only Shinigami had. It was most likely painful for the weapon and maybe the meister, though she was not really aiming to hurt the male.

Regardless, the light sheen of energy that had covered Gal in the beginning appeared on her immobile arm and began to wrap around the weapon, the weapon sparkling a bit. Gal's arm shouldn't have been the only immobile thing now, and as time passed by, the forced burning resonance and the negative Shinigami energy wrapping around the weapon only intensified.

"I would answer quickly if I were you," Gal suggested as Kid charged his cannons. "Before either my brother or I mangle you and your weapon."

Kid shot his cannons and Gal's cruel side caused her to smirk. She took a couple of steps back when Kid's powerful wavelength shot out, and Gal nodded in respect. How strong her brother was! The smoke covered Gal and she felt at home in this havoc.