Wake me up... [[ Active/OPEN ]]
Characters: Maka Albarn, whoever finds her...
Content: New arrival. Happy days...
Location: An alley near the Empire State Building
Time of day: Evening.
Warnings: There are crabs D:
Maka woke ready to fight. She pushed herself up quickly, hand out for Soul to jump to her, and immediately searched the sky for Asura. Where was he...
Her hand opened and closed a few times. “Soul, let’s go!” she shouted, a bit impatiently. He knew how crucial this was! Leave it to a stupid man to take his time.
“Dammit, Soul!” She turned to glare at him, hit him in the face with a book, SOMETHING, but he wasn’t there. She turned to the other side. No one.
Hand falling back to her side, she frowned as she looked around her and saw absolutely no one. She wasn’t getting any soul readings, either. She was completely alone. How had this happened? Had they lost to Asura? Was everyone dead and gone while she’d been too weak to wake up and help?
Rather loudly, she cursed as her fist connected with the nearest wall. She had needed to get stronger, and had been too late. There was no point in her being here, not if she simply passed out in the middle of a battle she could have been helping to fight, not if Soul had abandoned her. He must have: it was the only reason he wouldn’t be here. He had finally gotten sick of a Meister with no strength to her. It wasn’t cool at all.
So, crying and swearing at the stupid fickle nature of men, Maka walked slowly from the alley she had woken in. This didn’t look like the streets around Shibusen at all--the world had changed while she slept. To top it all off, there were strange noises, almost kishin-like sounds, coming from the dark shadows around her. If it was a kishin...why couldn't she see the soul? And just how was she supposed to fight now?
So much for getting stronger.
Content: New arrival. Happy days...
Location: An alley near the Empire State Building
Time of day: Evening.
Warnings: There are crabs D:
Maka woke ready to fight. She pushed herself up quickly, hand out for Soul to jump to her, and immediately searched the sky for Asura. Where was he...
Her hand opened and closed a few times. “Soul, let’s go!” she shouted, a bit impatiently. He knew how crucial this was! Leave it to a stupid man to take his time.
“Dammit, Soul!” She turned to glare at him, hit him in the face with a book, SOMETHING, but he wasn’t there. She turned to the other side. No one.
Hand falling back to her side, she frowned as she looked around her and saw absolutely no one. She wasn’t getting any soul readings, either. She was completely alone. How had this happened? Had they lost to Asura? Was everyone dead and gone while she’d been too weak to wake up and help?
Rather loudly, she cursed as her fist connected with the nearest wall. She had needed to get stronger, and had been too late. There was no point in her being here, not if she simply passed out in the middle of a battle she could have been helping to fight, not if Soul had abandoned her. He must have: it was the only reason he wouldn’t be here. He had finally gotten sick of a Meister with no strength to her. It wasn’t cool at all.
So, crying and swearing at the stupid fickle nature of men, Maka walked slowly from the alley she had woken in. This didn’t look like the streets around Shibusen at all--the world had changed while she slept. To top it all off, there were strange noises, almost kishin-like sounds, coming from the dark shadows around her. If it was a kishin...why couldn't she see the soul? And just how was she supposed to fight now?
So much for getting stronger.