[OPEN]

[daddyscythe]

Characters: OPEN to new arrivals and NPCS.
Where: En route to Casualty Communal
Rating: Gen
Time: September 9 Afternoon
Description: New arrivals for the first time in a while.

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[SOUL PERCEPTION]

[screw_disorder]

Upon entering the lobby of Casualty Communal, the tour group is ‘greeted’ by the sight of a rather hodgepodge assortment of four people waiting for them: a lanky grayed-haired man hunched over the back of a rolly-chair with a large screw coming out of his head and an aura that screams ‘unsafe’, an oddly asymmetrical young man with white hair and a scar over his left eye, a sharply dressed woman with an even sharper demeanor, and a very cute Shibusen student with her blond hair drawn to the side in pigtails.

As the tour group arrives, the man in the rolly chair sits up slightly, and raises a hand in greeting.

“Yoo~” he greets everyone with a voice that is oddly flat despite the sing-song tone. “You’re finally on the last leg of the tour now. Hmm...” His mind seems to wander briefly, and he reaches up to idly turn the screw that is either a very impressive gag, or is actually going through his brain. “Introductions first, right? My name is Stein; I teach at Shibusen.” He holds a hand over his head, pointing to himself, then shifts the

[thirteenthace]

Well, this whole tour had certainly been interesting, if Phoenix had anything to say about it. Dragged so unexpectedly to a new world apparently, and while he had a good few reasons to protest (Trucy and Apollo being alone together, Trucy making up some new trick, Apollo doing something rash yet again), the words 'free rent' had pretty much stopped everything altogether. Now he certainly couldn't just say 'no' to free rent now, could he.

And he was stuck here anyway (or so it seemed), so he might as well make the best of it. He would be lying if he said that this whole 'Meister' and 'Weapon' thing didn't intrigue him, and his curiosity was good enough to bring him towards one of the closest four that had been pointed out earlier, taking a moment to adjust his beanie before smiling at the other. "Well, let's see what I am now, shall we?"

[screw_disorder]

The man in the rolling chair had returned to a complete slouch, only showing he was paying any attention by the fact that his chin is resting in his hand, instead of dropped down against the back of the chair and taking a nap or something. Still, behind his wide, circular glasses, his eyes have been moving over every single guest since they arrived.

In fact, they continued to do so for a few long moments after Phoenix approached, until finally Stein's gaze shifted to the man in front of him. He looked at Phoenix' chest, but hardly with the 'piercing' gaze that penetrates to anyone's soul. If anything it's more of a lazy, half interested glance, then his mouth tilted up into a smile.

"Wea~pon~" That same flat sing-song voice. "Congratulations."

[thirteenthace]

A weapon? That certainly was interesting. Phoenix, of course, had no intention of joining in this 'war' - he was far too old for these sort of things, really - but it was still intriguing that he was apparently some sort of... weapon. He did have to wonder what kind of weapon he exactly was though; it was really hard at the moment to imagine himself turning into a gun or sword or scythe (hey, it fit the death theme).

"Thank you," the man returned with a smirk. "But I suppose you can't tell me what sort of weapon I am now, can you? Imagining myself as a scythe is the last thing I can conjure up, sadly." He finished that last bit with a small chuckle.