#scythiing

do you know how hard it is to find someone as party-minded as myself AND just as good looking in the middle of the desert??? don’t ruIN THIS FOR ME STEIN

Send “sword” for my muse to put themselves between your muse and danger.

            ❝ – don’t be an idiot. You aren’t thinking this through. ❞

            He condemned the weapon’s poor judgement, even as the warm trickle of his own blood dripped down over his eye, forcing it to close behind the fractured lens of his glasses. It had only taken the turn of his shoulder to guard the weapon from taking the full brunt of the assault, but in doing so he hadn’t been able to escape entirely unscathed himself. Still, it was better than the alternative -- unlike his weapon, whose attention was completely occupied with maintaining and amplifying his meister’s incredibly volatile soul wavelength, Stein had been observing their opponent’s fighting style and assessing his capabilities.

            ❝ – he’s attacking with his soul wavelength, just like me.                        I can match my wavelength to his and negate his attacks.                        But if he lands one on you -- let’s just say you’ll be missing                        happy hour at Chupa’s indefinitely. 

“Death Scythe-san!” Kidd laughed, waving at the weapon, only for his hand to freeze in midair. No, no, he was a new Shinigami now...how would his father have done it?

He immediately spoke before Spirit even had a chance to ask, assuming the Death Scythe was- as usual- not here for Soul, but for Maka. “No, I don’t know where Maka is, but if I had to guess I’d say the library. Either the school’s or the one she’s slowly building up in the apartment.” He added with a roll of his eyes. Maka wouldn’t appreciate his giving her whereabouts away to her father, but that wasn’t really his problem.