Gone for the day to Trolley Wood
Over the Cicero Construction Site, a young girl falls from the sky. She's only about fifteen feet up when she appears, but she already has momentum; she hits the ground hard bounces up a few inches in that peculiar way that human bodies do, then rolls to a stop. A wound in her side starts bleeding again but stops within seconds, sealed by an oil-black scab. She stirs, coughs.
"...Soul."
There's a brief attempt to sit up. It ends with her back on the ground, groaning. The girl hisses and presses one hand to her head, feeling around her with the other. She's beat up--numerous scratches and bruises on every inch of exposed skin, a gash on the side of her neck, and the deeper wound in her side. "...Soul. Soul, answer me."
She squints at her surroundings and her expression twists into surprise.
"Where are we?" It comes out as a whisper. She starts coughing again.
Meanwhile, over at Calisto's Warehouse, a giant black and red scythe comes spinning out of a Rift and plants itself deep into a wall. It shivers there for a moment before a voice starts coming from the scythe.
"Maka. Hey, Maka! What the hell, don't just let go of me! Maka!" There's no answer, of course. The scythe falls silent for a minute, but when it speaks again it sounds a lot more frantic. "Maka! Dammit, where the hell...?"
The scythe glows white and detaches itself from the wall, shifting and reshaping until there's a young boy standing there. He looks about 14, but his hair is shock-white, his eyes are red and he has a mouthful of sharp, shark-like teeth. He grits his teeth, looking all over the place, growing more and more worried as he realizes that not only is he not where he's supposed to be, but his partner is missing.
"...Soul."
There's a brief attempt to sit up. It ends with her back on the ground, groaning. The girl hisses and presses one hand to her head, feeling around her with the other. She's beat up--numerous scratches and bruises on every inch of exposed skin, a gash on the side of her neck, and the deeper wound in her side. "...Soul. Soul, answer me."
She squints at her surroundings and her expression twists into surprise.
"Where are we?" It comes out as a whisper. She starts coughing again.
Meanwhile, over at Calisto's Warehouse, a giant black and red scythe comes spinning out of a Rift and plants itself deep into a wall. It shivers there for a moment before a voice starts coming from the scythe.
"Maka. Hey, Maka! What the hell, don't just let go of me! Maka!" There's no answer, of course. The scythe falls silent for a minute, but when it speaks again it sounds a lot more frantic. "Maka! Dammit, where the hell...?"
The scythe glows white and detaches itself from the wall, shifting and reshaping until there's a young boy standing there. He looks about 14, but his hair is shock-white, his eyes are red and he has a mouthful of sharp, shark-like teeth. He grits his teeth, looking all over the place, growing more and more worried as he realizes that not only is he not where he's supposed to be, but his partner is missing.