Hell had broken loose after word got around about the Kishin escaping the DWMA dungeons. Most people had been left in the dark about this rather sad mystery that the school held, whereas the Death Scythes were mostly aware of how things came to be. What they had yet to know about was the consequences that were caused by this incident. The things that would start to occur even by Asura’s wavelength alone, without any active attack.

So the Shinigami-sama had opted to gather all his personal weapons that he could. Unlucky for him, some of them were busy otherwise. Lucky though, because Tezca was not. And what else would the reaper need if not the self-declared most amazing of all Death Scythes?

--- “Professor Mjolnir, I’ve realized that we have a discrepancy in your medical file. I’m sorry to come to you with such sensitive information, but Sid asked me to make sure that everyone enrolled in the DWMA has proper documentation of injuries and medical care that has been addressed by DWMA staff after our breach.”

It had be weeks now of cross referencing every faculty, staff and student medical profile with the mission write-ups. You broke at arm on mission 13497 when chasing the kishin egg down a dark road in the middle of Budapest? Well that number better be reflected in your file or Akane was going to have a long night making sure that number wasn’t off. 

There’s a little button when you hit enter on the post and it’ll be a little + to the left of your screen. click it when it pops up :>>

Stein leaned back in his wheeled office chair and craned his neck upwards to send a quizzical upside-down glance towards the sound of Marie’s voice. Smoke from the cigarette between his lips trailed lazily upwards past his chin and towards the ceiling like his own hazy and wandering thoughts.