maka; third

[resonancy]

Who: Maka, Soul, Ace
Where: Somni residential district
Event-based location: ... Depends on who you're asking. (which means Death City for two of them, the Country of Hearts for the crazy dude).
Style: Third
Status: Closed? idk if you want in hit one of us up.

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[resonancy]

"Soul, put me down," Maka insisted after what felt like plenty of running from her partner. They were still out in the streets, but fortunately they knew the city more than well enough, so it didn't matter if a random direction had been picked. Besides, she couldn't feel the presence of that swordsman's wavelength anymore; if she concentrated hard enough, she could feel it quite a distance away, and it wasn't coming in their direction.

So for now, they were safe.

"I can walk," she further added. "He isn't close by."

[thecoolestsoul]

Maka had to be given credit for excellent timing. Soul's arms were starting to give out. Still with great reluctance, he lowered her and allowed the girl to get to her feet. If nothing else, he'd stopped her from bleeding any faster.

"I think we've had enough random chaos already, so hopefully the day's already done its worst." Soul let out a rather impressive sigh. "Anyway, it's probably better that we do something about the blood before anything else magically happens to us."

[resonancy]

Maka stepped to the ground, but she didn't let go of Soul's shoulder. With a free hand she grasped at her chest once more; now that she wasn't fighting anymore, it felt like the pain was only intensifying. Regardless, she took a few breaths to finally calm her nerves.

She really had to wonder how she could lose so badly. Wasn't she stronger than this?

"Yeah," Maka agreed anyway with a defeated sigh. "There's still nobody around. We'll be okay."

She wanted to sound like this was a good thing, but still seeing Death City completely deserted was still getting to her. Maka just wanted to see someone-- anyone-- around who would know what to do, and who knew what was going on already.

[thecoolestsoul]

As much as the all-encompassing silence was creepy, at this particular moment it was somewhat relieving, too. It meant nobody was after them. Even Mr. Crazypants couldn't have eliminated everyone in the city; Soul was confident of that. If Shinigami were here--and he had to be, didn't he?--he would never let any one being wipe out all of Death City.

Wait.

"I just thought of something." Soul frowned slightly. "Even if we can't see anyone, shouldn't we still be able to get in touch with Shinigami? It's not like he can leave."

[resonancy]

At the suggestion, Maka seemed to brighten up some.

"You're right," she replied. "We have to call him."

Once she finished quickly glancing around their surroundings, Maka pointed towards the closest building with windows. Since they didn't have a mirror on them, any reflective surface would be the next best thing.

"Over there," she instructed. "That will work, right?"

1/2

[thecoolestsoul]

"It should." After assuring that Maka was steady on her feet without him, Soul wandered over to the clear surface and leaned in, exhaling warm breath onto the cold glass to create a writing surface. "42-42-564," he said quietly, quickly jotting in said numbers. "Whenever you need him, knock on Death's door."

The numbers remained for a moment before fading, as expected, but the accompanying ring simply didn't come. Soul quirked an eyebrow. Malfunctioning mirror?

2/2

[thecoolestsoul]

He waited another moment, but the only possible explanation was that Shinigami just wasn't there to answer, and as a result, the system just didn't work as it should. But how could he be gone? Weren't they aware of the fact that Shinigami couldn't leave Death City even if he wanted to?

"What the--?!" Soul made no effort to disguise the horror in his voice. "He's actually not there. Now that the hell do we do?"

[resonancy]

"He didn't answer?" Obvious as it was, Maka couldn't help but voice her disbelief aloud. Why wouldn't he? There was never a moment where he didn't respond; Shinigami very rarely left his own mirror. Where could he be at a time like this?

Now with their trump card rendered useless, Maka was beginning to feel a little hopeless; the only person they saw so far had just tried to kill them, which only made her suspicious he had something to do with all this, and yet even he didn't reveal a thing.

It was back to square one, only they were in an even worse position now. Maka only leaned back against the window, eyes downcast to the ground in thought. "I don't know-- where should we go? If he's not nearby, there has to be someone else out there."

Just as long as they didn't have any ill intents, she would be more than happy to come across them.

"But..." Maka trailed off, looking a little guilty. "I need to sit down, at least for a little bit."

[thecoolestsoul]

"Yeah, of course." He sunk down with her, allowing the girl to hold onto him for balance if she needed to. By now, blood had nicely managed to soak her shirt, which made it difficult to tell just how serious the injury was. "How bad is it? We should probably try to do something to slow the bleeding for now, at least until we figure out what to do."

It was simply starting to look as though the two of them had an amazing penchant for landing in bad situations. This wasn't the first time Soul could remember them being in over their heads--after all, that fight with Chrona had been pretty scary. Soul wasn't the type of person who was interested in making sure his insecurities were know, though, so for now, he would just have to rely on putting up an indifferent front. It was better than the alternative of, say, panicking.

[resonancy]

Maka only leaned on him long enough to make it to the concreted floor, where she seemed to comfortably sink into place. It was no comfy chair, but it'll do; her body needed a break and wherever it was didn't matter