*scythe noises*

plague doctor types

Soul remained still for a moment, questioning in his head why his jacket suddenly felt heavier. He scratched his head then turned around, noticing the claws that were stuck in the back of it. His first thought was that it was a Kishin trying to kill him, but immediately put that thought aside as he wasn’t exactly being attacked. Still, as a precaution, he let a scythe blade form from his arm. “What’s going on here?”

Once in Soul’s apartment, the dragon immediately found something to coil around. It seemed he had a natural need too.

“You’re the oldest, huh? How old are you then?”

Faust tilted his head. The dragon was baby. Well, maybe not since he was clearly full grown, but still.

He was quite surprised to hear that Faust was as young as he is. Soul had expected him to be older, as he was fully grown, but he was unfamiliar with creatures like him.

Now that the Spiral was warming up, Faust’s noodle body began twisting and fidgeting around his chosen roost.

Soul sat down on the couch closest to the dragon, watching as he kept twisting and fidgeting around his new roost. 

“I try and make clan happy, clan likes when Faust does that. Say I helpful. I like being helpful.”

This still raised the question to Soul; how and why did Faust get sent here, if clearly he has an integral purpose back in his home?

“Lots of fun finding secrets! Lots of fun finding shinies! Lots to do and see. This place bright and shiny, but home bigger. Sornieth vast, many things to find and eat.”

Soul let his back relax into the couch cushions, sighing contently as he let himself mostly wind down from the events of the day.

Faust’s tail twirled around passively, like it had a mind of its own.

Soul lightly rubbed his neck as he tried to picture where Faust was even from.

“Beasties no fun, they not want to be friendly and help clan, only hurt. No funs.”

Soul leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, frowning slightly at the fact that Faust’s ears were drooping.

“We have friends though! Other clan! Lives in Grove! Serve the Shadowbinder, not Plaguebringer. Good friends! Master Octobre come from there.”

Soul kept trying to process the type of place Faust was from, as clans such as the ones he described were either scarce or didn’t exist.

“See! Shadowbinder goopy!”

“Yeah I can see that it’s goopy. Do you know why?”

“Plaguebringer is spikey! And bumpy!”

“Do you like that the Plaguebringer is spikey and bumpy?”

“She do whatever she wants. She Plaguebringer, no point caring. Goddess do god things, we no understand. Bumpy and spikiness part of that.”

He nodded, mulling over the information he was just given.

“Tangwen protect clan. Guard clan, powerful. I respect, he save me from beasties.”

Soul scratched his chin, trying to find a specific example he could use.

Soul remained still for a moment, questioning in his head why his jacket suddenly felt heavier. He scratched his head then turned around, noticing the claws that were stuck in the back of it. His first thought was that it was a Kishin trying to kill him, but immediately put that thought aside as he wasn’t exactly being attacked. Still, as a precaution, he let a scythe blade form from his arm. “What’s going on here?”

Once in Soul’s apartment, the dragon immediately found something to coil around. It seemed he had a natural need too.

“You’re the oldest, huh? How old are you then?”

Faust tilted his head. The dragon was baby. Well, maybe not since he was clearly full grown, but still.

He was quite surprised to hear that Faust was as young as he is. Soul had expected him to be older, as he was fully grown, but he was unfamiliar with creatures like him.

Now that the Spiral was warming up, Faust’s noodle body began twisting and fidgeting around his chosen roost.

Soul sat down on the couch closest to the dragon, watching as he kept twisting and fidgeting around his new roost. 

“I try and make clan happy, clan likes when Faust does that. Say I helpful. I like being helpful.”

This still raised the question to Soul; how and why did Faust get sent here, if clearly he has an integral purpose back in his home?

“Lots of fun finding secrets! Lots of fun finding shinies! Lots to do and see. This place bright and shiny, but home bigger. Sornieth vast, many things to find and eat.”

Soul let his back relax into the couch cushions, sighing contently as he let himself mostly wind down from the events of the day.

Faust’s tail twirled around passively, like it had a mind of its own.

Soul lightly rubbed his neck as he tried to picture where Faust was even from.

“Beasties no fun, they not want to be friendly and help clan, only hurt. No funs.”

Soul leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, frowning slightly at the fact that Faust’s ears were drooping.

“We have friends though! Other clan! Lives in Grove! Serve the Shadowbinder, not Plaguebringer. Good friends! Master Octobre come from there.”

Soul kept trying to process the type of place Faust was from, as clans such as the ones he described were either scarce or didn’t exist.

“See! Shadowbinder goopy!”

“Yeah I can see that it’s goopy. Do you know why?”

“Plaguebringer is spikey! And bumpy!”

“Do you like that the Plaguebringer is spikey and bumpy?”

“She do whatever she wants. She Plaguebringer, no point caring. Goddess do god things, we no understand. Bumpy and spikiness part of that.”

He nodded, mulling over the information he was just given.

Soul remained still for a moment, questioning in his head why his jacket suddenly felt heavier. He scratched his head then turned around, noticing the claws that were stuck in the back of it. His first thought was that it was a Kishin trying to kill him, but immediately put that thought aside as he wasn’t exactly being attacked. Still, as a precaution, he let a scythe blade form from his arm. “What’s going on here?”

Once in Soul’s apartment, the dragon immediately found something to coil around. It seemed he had a natural need too.

“You’re the oldest, huh? How old are you then?”

Faust tilted his head. The dragon was baby. Well, maybe not since he was clearly full grown, but still.

He was quite surprised to hear that Faust was as young as he is. Soul had expected him to be older, as he was fully grown, but he was unfamiliar with creatures like him.

Now that the Spiral was warming up, Faust’s noodle body began twisting and fidgeting around his chosen roost.

Soul sat down on the couch closest to the dragon, watching as he kept twisting and fidgeting around his new roost. 

“I try and make clan happy, clan likes when Faust does that. Say I helpful. I like being helpful.”

This still raised the question to Soul; how and why did Faust get sent here, if clearly he has an integral purpose back in his home?

“Lots of fun finding secrets! Lots of fun finding shinies! Lots to do and see. This place bright and shiny, but home bigger. Sornieth vast, many things to find and eat.”

Soul let his back relax into the couch cushions, sighing contently as he let himself mostly wind down from the events of the day.

Faust’s tail twirled around passively, like it had a mind of its own.

Soul lightly rubbed his neck as he tried to picture where Faust was even from.

“Beasties no fun, they not want to be friendly and help clan, only hurt. No funs.”

Soul leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, frowning slightly at the fact that Faust’s ears were drooping.

“We have friends though! Other clan! Lives in Grove! Serve the Shadowbinder, not Plaguebringer. Good friends! Master Octobre come from there.”

Soul kept trying to process the type of place Faust was from, as clans such as the ones he described were either scarce or didn’t exist.

“See! Shadowbinder goopy!”

“Yeah I can see that it’s goopy. Do you know why?”

“Plaguebringer is spikey! And bumpy!”

“Do you like that the Plaguebringer is spikey and bumpy?”

Soul remained still for a moment, questioning in his head why his jacket suddenly felt heavier. He scratched his head then turned around, noticing the claws that were stuck in the back of it. His first thought was that it was a Kishin trying to kill him, but immediately put that thought aside as he wasn’t exactly being attacked. Still, as a precaution, he let a scythe blade form from his arm. “What’s going on here?”

Once in Soul’s apartment, the dragon immediately found something to coil around. It seemed he had a natural need too.

“You’re the oldest, huh? How old are you then?”

Faust tilted his head. The dragon was baby. Well, maybe not since he was clearly full grown, but still.

He was quite surprised to hear that Faust was as young as he is. Soul had expected him to be older, as he was fully grown, but he was unfamiliar with creatures like him.

Now that the Spiral was warming up, Faust’s noodle body began twisting and fidgeting around his chosen roost.

Soul sat down on the couch closest to the dragon, watching as he kept twisting and fidgeting around his new roost. 

“I try and make clan happy, clan likes when Faust does that. Say I helpful. I like being helpful.”

This still raised the question to Soul; how and why did Faust get sent here, if clearly he has an integral purpose back in his home?

“Lots of fun finding secrets! Lots of fun finding shinies! Lots to do and see. This place bright and shiny, but home bigger. Sornieth vast, many things to find and eat.”

Soul let his back relax into the couch cushions, sighing contently as he let himself mostly wind down from the events of the day.

Faust’s tail twirled around passively, like it had a mind of its own.

Soul lightly rubbed his neck as he tried to picture where Faust was even from.

“Beasties no fun, they not want to be friendly and help clan, only hurt. No funs.”

Soul leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, frowning slightly at the fact that Faust’s ears were drooping.

“We have friends though! Other clan! Lives in Grove! Serve the Shadowbinder, not Plaguebringer. Good friends! Master Octobre come from there.”

Soul kept trying to process the type of place Faust was from, as clans such as the ones he described were either scarce or didn’t exist.

“See! Shadowbinder goopy!”

"Yeah I can see that it's goopy. Do you know why?"

Soul remained still for a moment, questioning in his head why his jacket suddenly felt heavier. He scratched his head then turned around, noticing the claws that were stuck in the back of it. His first thought was that it was a Kishin trying to kill him, but immediately put that thought aside as he wasn’t exactly being attacked. Still, as a precaution, he let a scythe blade form from his arm. “What’s going on here?”

Once in Soul’s apartment, the dragon immediately found something to coil around. It seemed he had a natural need too.

“You’re the oldest, huh? How old are you then?”

Faust tilted his head. The dragon was baby. Well, maybe not since he was clearly full grown, but still.

He was quite surprised to hear that Faust was as young as he is. Soul had expected him to be older, as he was fully grown, but he was unfamiliar with creatures like him.

Now that the Spiral was warming up, Faust’s noodle body began twisting and fidgeting around his chosen roost.

Soul sat down on the couch closest to the dragon, watching as he kept twisting and fidgeting around his new roost. 

“I try and make clan happy, clan likes when Faust does that. Say I helpful. I like being helpful.”

This still raised the question to Soul; how and why did Faust get sent here, if clearly he has an integral purpose back in his home?

“Lots of fun finding secrets! Lots of fun finding shinies! Lots to do and see. This place bright and shiny, but home bigger. Sornieth vast, many things to find and eat.”

Soul let his back relax into the couch cushions, sighing contently as he let himself mostly wind down from the events of the day.

Faust’s tail twirled around passively, like it had a mind of its own.

Soul lightly rubbed his neck as he tried to picture where Faust was even from.

“Beasties no fun, they not want to be friendly and help clan, only hurt. No funs.”

Soul leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, frowning slightly at the fact that Faust’s ears were drooping.

“We have friends though! Other clan! Lives in Grove! Serve the Shadowbinder, not Plaguebringer. Good friends! Master Octobre come from there.”

Soul kept trying to process the type of place Faust was from, as clans such as the ones he described were either scarce or didn't exist.

He looked at the strange teenager standing before him with confusion painted on his grey face. Not only was he utterly confused about his unfortunate choice of fashion but also where he had came from and who thos Arachne was. “…..What?”

He looked at the strange teenager standing before him with confusion painted on his grey face. Not only was he utterly confused about his unfortunate choice of fashion but also where he had came from and who thos Arachne was. “…..What?”

Soul remained still for a moment, questioning in his head why his jacket suddenly felt heavier. He scratched his head then turned around, noticing the claws that were stuck in the back of it. His first thought was that it was a Kishin trying to kill him, but immediately put that thought aside as he wasn’t exactly being attacked. Still, as a precaution, he let a scythe blade form from his arm. “What’s going on here?”

Once in Soul’s apartment, the dragon immediately found something to coil around. It seemed he had a natural need too.

“You’re the oldest, huh? How old are you then?”

Faust tilted his head. The dragon was baby. Well, maybe not since he was clearly full grown, but still.

He was quite surprised to hear that Faust was as young as he is. Soul had expected him to be older, as he was fully grown, but he was unfamiliar with creatures like him.

Now that the Spiral was warming up, Faust’s noodle body began twisting and fidgeting around his chosen roost.

Soul sat down on the couch closest to the dragon, watching as he kept twisting and fidgeting around his new roost. 

“I try and make clan happy, clan likes when Faust does that. Say I helpful. I like being helpful.”

This still raised the question to Soul; how and why did Faust get sent here, if clearly he has an integral purpose back in his home?

“Lots of fun finding secrets! Lots of fun finding shinies! Lots to do and see. This place bright and shiny, but home bigger. Sornieth vast, many things to find and eat.”

Soul let his back relax into the couch cushions, sighing contently as he let himself mostly wind down from the events of the day.

Faust’s tail twirled around passively, like it had a mind of its own.

Soul lightly rubbed his neck as he tried to picture where Faust was even from.

“Beasties no fun, they not want to be friendly and help clan, only hurt. No funs.”

Soul leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, frowning slightly at the fact that Faust’s ears were drooping.

Soul remained still for a moment, questioning in his head why his jacket suddenly felt heavier. He scratched his head then turned around, noticing the claws that were stuck in the back of it. His first thought was that it was a Kishin trying to kill him, but immediately put that thought aside as he wasn’t exactly being attacked. Still, as a precaution, he let a scythe blade form from his arm. “What’s going on here?”

Once in Soul’s apartment, the dragon immediately found something to coil around. It seemed he had a natural need too.

“You’re the oldest, huh? How old are you then?”

Faust tilted his head. The dragon was baby. Well, maybe not since he was clearly full grown, but still.

He was quite surprised to hear that Faust was as young as he is. Soul had expected him to be older, as he was fully grown, but he was unfamiliar with creatures like him.

Now that the Spiral was warming up, Faust’s noodle body began twisting and fidgeting around his chosen roost.

Soul sat down on the couch closest to the dragon, watching as he kept twisting and fidgeting around his new roost. 

“I try and make clan happy, clan likes when Faust does that. Say I helpful. I like being helpful.”

This still raised the question to Soul; how and why did Faust get sent here, if clearly he has an integral purpose back in his home?

“Lots of fun finding secrets! Lots of fun finding shinies! Lots to do and see. This place bright and shiny, but home bigger. Sornieth vast, many things to find and eat.”

Soul let his back relax into the couch cushions, sighing contently as he let himself mostly wind down from the events of the day.

Faust’s tail twirled around passively, like it had a mind of its own.

Soul lightly rubbed his neck as he tried to picture where Faust was even from.

Soul remained still for a moment, questioning in his head why his jacket suddenly felt heavier. He scratched his head then turned around, noticing the claws that were stuck in the back of it. His first thought was that it was a Kishin trying to kill him, but immediately put that thought aside as he wasn’t exactly being attacked. Still, as a precaution, he let a scythe blade form from his arm. “What’s going on here?”

Once in Soul’s apartment, the dragon immediately found something to coil around. It seemed he had a natural need too.

“You’re the oldest, huh? How old are you then?”

Faust tilted his head. The dragon was baby. Well, maybe not since he was clearly full grown, but still.

He was quite surprised to hear that Faust was as young as he is. Soul had expected him to be older, as he was fully grown, but he was unfamiliar with creatures like him.

Now that the Spiral was warming up, Faust’s noodle body began twisting and fidgeting around his chosen roost.

Soul sat down on the couch closest to the dragon, watching as he kept twisting and fidgeting around his new roost. 

“I try and make clan happy, clan likes when Faust does that. Say I helpful. I like being helpful.”

This still raised the question to Soul; how and why did Faust get sent here, if clearly he has an integral purpose back in his home?

“Lots of fun finding secrets! Lots of fun finding shinies! Lots to do and see. This place bright and shiny, but home bigger. Sornieth vast, many things to find and eat.”

Soul let his back relax into the couch cushions, sighing contently as he let himself mostly wind down from the events of the day.

Soul remained still for a moment, questioning in his head why his jacket suddenly felt heavier. He scratched his head then turned around, noticing the claws that were stuck in the back of it. His first thought was that it was a Kishin trying to kill him, but immediately put that thought aside as he wasn’t exactly being attacked. Still, as a precaution, he let a scythe blade form from his arm. “What’s going on here?”

Once in Soul’s apartment, the dragon immediately found something to coil around. It seemed he had a natural need too.

“You’re the oldest, huh? How old are you then?”

Faust tilted his head. The dragon was baby. Well, maybe not since he was clearly full grown, but still.

He was quite surprised to hear that Faust was as young as he is. Soul had expected him to be older, as he was fully grown, but he was unfamiliar with creatures like him.

Now that the Spiral was warming up, Faust’s noodle body began twisting and fidgeting around his chosen roost.

Soul sat down on the couch closest to the dragon, watching as he kept twisting and fidgeting around his new roost. 

“I try and make clan happy, clan likes when Faust does that. Say I helpful. I like being helpful.”

This still raised the question to Soul; how and why did Faust get sent here, if clearly he has an integral purpose back in his home?

Soul remained still for a moment, questioning in his head why his jacket suddenly felt heavier. He scratched his head then turned around, noticing the claws that were stuck in the back of it. His first thought was that it was a Kishin trying to kill him, but immediately put that thought aside as he wasn’t exactly being attacked. Still, as a precaution, he let a scythe blade form from his arm. “What’s going on here?”

Once in Soul’s apartment, the dragon immediately found something to coil around. It seemed he had a natural need too.

“You’re the oldest, huh? How old are you then?”

Faust tilted his head. The dragon was baby. Well, maybe not since he was clearly full grown, but still.

He was quite surprised to hear that Faust was as young as he is. Soul had expected him to be older, as he was fully grown, but he was unfamiliar with creatures like him.

Now that the Spiral was warming up, Faust’s noodle body began twisting and fidgeting around his chosen roost.

Soul sat down on the couch closest to the dragon, watching as he kept twisting and fidgeting around his new roost. 

Soul remained still for a moment, questioning in his head why his jacket suddenly felt heavier. He scratched his head then turned around, noticing the claws that were stuck in the back of it. His first thought was that it was a Kishin trying to kill him, but immediately put that thought aside as he wasn’t exactly being attacked. Still, as a precaution, he let a scythe blade form from his arm. “What’s going on here?”

Once in Soul’s apartment, the dragon immediately found something to coil around. It seemed he had a natural need too.

“You’re the oldest, huh? How old are you then?”

Faust tilted his head. The dragon was baby. Well, maybe not since he was clearly full grown, but still.

He was quite surprised to hear that Faust was as young as he is. Soul had expected him to be older, as he was fully grown, but he was unfamiliar with creatures like him.

Soul remained still for a moment, questioning in his head why his jacket suddenly felt heavier. He scratched his head then turned around, noticing the claws that were stuck in the back of it. His first thought was that it was a Kishin trying to kill him, but immediately put that thought aside as he wasn’t exactly being attacked. Still, as a precaution, he let a scythe blade form from his arm. “What’s going on here?”

Once in Soul’s apartment, the dragon immediately found something to coil around. It seemed he had a natural need too.

"You're the oldest, huh? How old are you then?"

He looked at the strange teenager standing before him with confusion painted on his grey face. Not only was he utterly confused about his unfortunate choice of fashion but also where he had came from and who thos Arachne was. “…..What?”

He looked at the strange teenager standing before him with confusion painted on his grey face. Not only was he utterly confused about his unfortunate choice of fashion but also where he had came from and who thos Arachne was. “…..What?”

In truth, he only reason he hadn’t thrown the teen to the wolves was to get a chance at more souls like his and to see what his reality had to offer. To him it was scouting for new meals before the web took another but there was a part of him that was simply just curious, wanting to see what this place was about abd if he should bother keeping the hole open.

They walked through the door and ended up exactly where Soul had been taken, fortunately ending up in the classroom when it was completely empty. The door behind them closed shut and vanished from sight before either could react and trapped Soul with the elder god.

“I’m not exactly good at sensing souls, that’s more of Maka’s job, but I would assume you’re pretty good at it. Considering your profession…if we can even call it that.”

“They’re more active at night…if you couldn’t tell.” He was quick to run off in the direction of the all the noise.

The Kishin screamed and roared, clawing at Entity before any sign of resistance started to fade as it died.