❝not sure how this is supposed to feel❞
WHO: Maka Albarn [falce], Soul Eater [soulnommer]. OPEN to Black Star and Hotsuma, if he can find her home.
WHAT: Maka's nightmare.
WHERE: Soul Eater Living room.
WHEN: Late Afternoon.
It wasn't particularly unusual for Maka to drift off to sleep on the couch. Awake late, or unable to sleep, she would find herself sitting on the couch reading something -- and the next thing she knew, she'd fallen asleep. With the nightmares, she'd tried to stay up as much as she could to avoid any chance of anything happening. It left her tired, but still pushing on. Still, sleep caught up to her sometimes.
I have a feeling that I shouldn't open these doors.
Her hand was pressed to the wooden surface.
But I have to see it. As a Shibusen Student, I have to see who did this.
Eyes narrowed, face set. The door pushed open with a large gust of wind, revealing just as Maka knew: One technician. However, she couldn't see the weapon. But... She could sense it. Strange.
"You mean this one? I only see one guy," Soul came up behind her, looking over her shoulder. "Where's his partner?"
"I can't believe this."
"Believe what?"
"I get responses from the souls of both a weapon and a Technician. Which means... Inside of his body, there's a weapon." The next thing she knew, Soul was transformed to his weapon form -- she held onto him tightly, her eyes narrowed, staring at the one technician she saw in the center of the church.
"Even if you say he has a weapon in him..."
"Watch out, it's coming out," She warned. Maka's heart was racing. Something of this wasn't right. It felt incredibly wrong. She watched as the person grasped at the sides of their head, screaming and flailing, bending over and straightening again as though in some sort of unbelievable pain. The scream as the black mass emerged from their back -- forming into an upper torso that sprouted from this persons back. It turned to look at Maka, making a strange sound and all she could do was gasp, tightening her grip on Soul.
She could hardly hear what was going on -- but the torso (no, the weapon Maka found herself thinking) was clearly agitating this technician. Whoever they were. Maka made a bit of a face, frowning. "It... it talks..." What the hell was going on?
"Hunting human souls is forbidden! Are you guys Shibusen students?" Maka questioned.
"Shibusen? What's that?" The weapons hands were on his face, now. "That person said I could." It grabbed him again. "What's wrong with that?" Maka made a face, scoffing slightly.
"Technician, weapons are, no matter the reason, forbidden to hunt the soul of a human." She shifted, taking a fighting position with Soul. "I can't let you do as you please as a Shibusen Student!" Then that black mass changed shape. "That black entity... became a sword?"
And then everything was in fast motion. Diving forward, Souls voice warning her where he was coming from. Hitting the technician with the blunt end of Soul, and punching them in the face. What was being said hardly registered in Maka's mind. At least, right then it didn't. Swift movements, swinging the scythe forward, down and using it to flip herself up to kick the Technician down.
When she tried to bring the scythe down on him -- nothing. It wouldn't cut. "What?" Maka's eyes widened.
"Won't be able to slice me in half..." The other technician said, unmoving, but their eyes followed Maka. Black Blood dripped from the 'wound' that the sharp edge had caused.
"Black.. Blood?"
"Yeah... My blood is black," They leaned forward and Maka's eyes widened, jumping back.
"What the hell happened to his body?!" The first she'd heard from Soul, so far.
"What I think is the blood itself is the weapon. That's why we cut his skin, but his blood solidified and our black was stopped at his blood vessel," Maka reasoned. She still had her eyes trained on the Technician, watching them closely.
"Then, does that mean we can't inflict damage on him?" Soul asked.
"We're on a disadvantage here with our physical blows. I'm not sure if our Witch Hunt would even work," Maka ducked down, taking another stance. "If I could release my wavelength into him like Black Star, I'd be able to inflict damage on him... "
"What the hell is that guy? Who's he talking with?"
"Oh, I see... I'll just have to kill them. I didn't realize that. Don't you want to see me playing by running my fingers through her hair? Those doors... they open inwards, right? ...Ragnarok..." They were holding their weapon up, now. "Scream Resonance."
That bloodcurdling, shrieking scream. It shook Maka to her core, made her clench her eyes shut and succeeded in distracting her completely and entirely from the oncoming assault. Still, she managed to throw Soul up, holding him in front of herself as a shield. "Idiot! He's coming! Guard yourself!" Then the Technician was above, bringing the sword down at Maka. She managed to block again, using the handle of the scythe to stop the weapon. It shrieked again, grinding against Soul and when he screamed, Maka kicked the other technician back.
Blood was dripping down the handle of the scythe. "Don't pay attention to me. I'm resolute to die if it's for the technician."
What do I do? A blade that makes vibrations with it's scream. His blood that hardens. I can't guard against it. I can't inflict damage.
He was edging closer, now. Swinging his sword around, and suddenly everything was moving so quickly. Dodge, kick, swing. Jump back. I was careless. She continued to dodge, darting side to side. "What's wrong, Maka? Push back and focus on the offense! Maka!" If I do that, Soul will... I can't block this sword. I need to get out of here.
She tripped, stumbled backwards and hit the door. "That's right! The exit!" She banged against it. But nothing. "Why? Why?!" She looked up at the Technician as they held their weapon high again. She could hardly hear their voice over the shrieking of that sword. "...Shit..."
"Maka! Guard!"
"But if I do that, You'll--"
And that's where the memory changed.Where the memory became a nightmare.
Soul wasn't there to protect her. Suddenly, the weapon wasn't in her hands any more.
There was nothing but searing pain as her flesh from her left shoulder to her right hip was ripped open by the sword.
A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the house as Maka woke from the nightmare, gasping for breath. Pain. Pain, there was nothing but pain. Something wet -- She touched her chest, lifting her hands to see the blood. Another scream. She could already feel unconsciousness tugging at her. Already, too much blood lost.
She stretched her arm out, trying to grasp for the journal on the coffee table. There was a crash as she knocked a bunch of things over, managing to grab an open page as she screamed. "Soul..."
"SOUL!"
It slipped from her hand, hitting the ground and Maka could only grasp at the wound weakly.
WHAT: Maka's nightmare.
WHERE: Soul Eater Living room.
WHEN: Late Afternoon.
It wasn't particularly unusual for Maka to drift off to sleep on the couch. Awake late, or unable to sleep, she would find herself sitting on the couch reading something -- and the next thing she knew, she'd fallen asleep. With the nightmares, she'd tried to stay up as much as she could to avoid any chance of anything happening. It left her tired, but still pushing on. Still, sleep caught up to her sometimes.
I have a feeling that I shouldn't open these doors.
Her hand was pressed to the wooden surface.
But I have to see it. As a Shibusen Student, I have to see who did this.
Eyes narrowed, face set. The door pushed open with a large gust of wind, revealing just as Maka knew: One technician. However, she couldn't see the weapon. But... She could sense it. Strange.
"You mean this one? I only see one guy," Soul came up behind her, looking over her shoulder. "Where's his partner?"
"I can't believe this."
"Believe what?"
"I get responses from the souls of both a weapon and a Technician. Which means... Inside of his body, there's a weapon." The next thing she knew, Soul was transformed to his weapon form -- she held onto him tightly, her eyes narrowed, staring at the one technician she saw in the center of the church.
"Even if you say he has a weapon in him..."
"Watch out, it's coming out," She warned. Maka's heart was racing. Something of this wasn't right. It felt incredibly wrong. She watched as the person grasped at the sides of their head, screaming and flailing, bending over and straightening again as though in some sort of unbelievable pain. The scream as the black mass emerged from their back -- forming into an upper torso that sprouted from this persons back. It turned to look at Maka, making a strange sound and all she could do was gasp, tightening her grip on Soul.
She could hardly hear what was going on -- but the torso (no, the weapon Maka found herself thinking) was clearly agitating this technician. Whoever they were. Maka made a bit of a face, frowning. "It... it talks..." What the hell was going on?
"Hunting human souls is forbidden! Are you guys Shibusen students?" Maka questioned.
"Shibusen? What's that?" The weapons hands were on his face, now. "That person said I could." It grabbed him again. "What's wrong with that?" Maka made a face, scoffing slightly.
"Technician, weapons are, no matter the reason, forbidden to hunt the soul of a human." She shifted, taking a fighting position with Soul. "I can't let you do as you please as a Shibusen Student!" Then that black mass changed shape. "That black entity... became a sword?"
And then everything was in fast motion. Diving forward, Souls voice warning her where he was coming from. Hitting the technician with the blunt end of Soul, and punching them in the face. What was being said hardly registered in Maka's mind. At least, right then it didn't. Swift movements, swinging the scythe forward, down and using it to flip herself up to kick the Technician down.
When she tried to bring the scythe down on him -- nothing. It wouldn't cut. "What?" Maka's eyes widened.
"Won't be able to slice me in half..." The other technician said, unmoving, but their eyes followed Maka. Black Blood dripped from the 'wound' that the sharp edge had caused.
"Black.. Blood?"
"Yeah... My blood is black," They leaned forward and Maka's eyes widened, jumping back.
"What the hell happened to his body?!" The first she'd heard from Soul, so far.
"What I think is the blood itself is the weapon. That's why we cut his skin, but his blood solidified and our black was stopped at his blood vessel," Maka reasoned. She still had her eyes trained on the Technician, watching them closely.
"Then, does that mean we can't inflict damage on him?" Soul asked.
"We're on a disadvantage here with our physical blows. I'm not sure if our Witch Hunt would even work," Maka ducked down, taking another stance. "If I could release my wavelength into him like Black Star, I'd be able to inflict damage on him... "
"What the hell is that guy? Who's he talking with?"
"Oh, I see... I'll just have to kill them. I didn't realize that. Don't you want to see me playing by running my fingers through her hair? Those doors... they open inwards, right? ...Ragnarok..." They were holding their weapon up, now. "Scream Resonance."
That bloodcurdling, shrieking scream. It shook Maka to her core, made her clench her eyes shut and succeeded in distracting her completely and entirely from the oncoming assault. Still, she managed to throw Soul up, holding him in front of herself as a shield. "Idiot! He's coming! Guard yourself!" Then the Technician was above, bringing the sword down at Maka. She managed to block again, using the handle of the scythe to stop the weapon. It shrieked again, grinding against Soul and when he screamed, Maka kicked the other technician back.
Blood was dripping down the handle of the scythe. "Don't pay attention to me. I'm resolute to die if it's for the technician."
What do I do? A blade that makes vibrations with it's scream. His blood that hardens. I can't guard against it. I can't inflict damage.
He was edging closer, now. Swinging his sword around, and suddenly everything was moving so quickly. Dodge, kick, swing. Jump back. I was careless. She continued to dodge, darting side to side. "What's wrong, Maka? Push back and focus on the offense! Maka!" If I do that, Soul will... I can't block this sword. I need to get out of here.
She tripped, stumbled backwards and hit the door. "That's right! The exit!" She banged against it. But nothing. "Why? Why?!" She looked up at the Technician as they held their weapon high again. She could hardly hear their voice over the shrieking of that sword. "...Shit..."
"Maka! Guard!"
"But if I do that, You'll--"
And that's where the memory changed.Where the memory became a nightmare.
Soul wasn't there to protect her. Suddenly, the weapon wasn't in her hands any more.
There was nothing but searing pain as her flesh from her left shoulder to her right hip was ripped open by the sword.
A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the house as Maka woke from the nightmare, gasping for breath. Pain. Pain, there was nothing but pain. Something wet -- She touched her chest, lifting her hands to see the blood. Another scream. She could already feel unconsciousness tugging at her. Already, too much blood lost.
She stretched her arm out, trying to grasp for the journal on the coffee table. There was a crash as she knocked a bunch of things over, managing to grab an open page as she screamed. "Soul..."
"SOUL!"
It slipped from her hand, hitting the ground and Maka could only grasp at the wound weakly.