it's been 15 years since soul and his friends graduated from dwma. with multiple problems still in the world death has kept the school going handing it off to death the kid so he could retire. with that bein gsaid welcome to the new aweosme dwma hardly symmtrical school.

 

i didn't knwo what to put..... anyways we both no regular rules apply and such so yeah.

 

 

i was thinking what if we both want to be a weapon couldn't we be a weapon only team since there were no more miesters.

 

 

character sheet:

 

name

 

age

 

looks

 

weapon or miester: (if weapon what type "s")

 

personality

 

any cool powers

It was morning, and demy could hear the sound of spontaneous laughter. "Mom..." Ken was in the trance again... "Stay here... You don't need to go..." His face became worried.

Demy quickly got out of bed and went to find Ken. Finally finding him she hugged the taller teen and sighed. " please let her go" she whispered sadly. She looked at ken's shoulder and sighed resting her chin on it.

"Mom..." He said, with an air of tension and fear. "Please... I have a bad feeling about tonight..." He moved, at least tried, but Demy restricted his movement. "NO! DONT GO! NOO!" He tried to wrestle his way out of the grip. Looking to the door, tears started to form. "MOM, don't! You'll die!"

Demy turned him around and hugged him again. " shhh it's okay ken I'll protect you" she whispered rocking then back snd forth. She quietly sung a lullaby in his war and tried back tears.

"But...but..." He got sleepier by the rocking and song, as if he was a child again. "Mom...mom is..." He passed out.

Demy picked him up and placed him on the couch. " sheesh Ken you need to tell me a bit more so I can help" she whispered wiping away her tears.

Time passed. Ken rustled awake. "Alright..." He said, still oblivious. "Breakfast?" He went to the cabinet to get cereal.

Demy nodded and stood up. " do you remember anything" she asked looking at the claw mark on her hand. Deny glanced at Ken and frowned more.

"I had one of those, huh?" He said. "Nope, just like last time..." He got toast, eggs, and bacon.

demy nodded and smiled alittle. " so do we have class at dwma today" she asked looking at the front door. she used her soul perception to see if there was a ghost near it.

Ken shook his head. "Not really... It's a half day, those don't count for me!" He smiled.

demy nodded and grabbed his piece of toast. " mine" she said like she six. mentally she laughed and pulled a small piece off eating it. " nevermind" she said placing the toast back and spitting the piece she had out.

"Hey!" He said, in a complaining tone. He sighed. "I'm going to have to clean that up..." He went to get clanging supplies.

demy frowned and grabbed napkin picking up the particially chewed toast and putting ti in the trash. " sorry i'll clean it up" she said guilt lacing her tone.

Ken came in with bleach and a towel. "It's fine.." He sprayed and wiped the floor.

demy nodded and looked away from him. " so why is everything so perfectly clean" she asked since they were on the topic of it. demy took a glance around and frowned more.

Ken sighed. "It beats me... Probably the paused part of my soul wants to be like it was on that date..." He looked at the calendar.

demy nodded and pat ken's back. " i'll be back in a few okay" she said before walking to the front door waving " bye ken". demy left and ran back to her house a small blush appearing on her face.

"Bye!" Ken waved, and sighed. He felt a major headache. He sat down on the couch, and tried to sleep.

demy unlocked her front door and stepped inside as a black cat ran downstairs." sorry ellan" she whispered picking up the cat " man she really needs to come and get you". demy walked into the kitchena dn got some cat food putting it in a bowl for ellan.

Ken was moving in his sleep. He was in a dark hallway, running towards to a figure of his parents.

demy got a bad feeling in her stumoch and left the house. automatically she heard a scream and a few growls. she followed the sound of the scream and almost puked at the sight.

"No..." He mumbled. "God... Feel...sick..." He rustled and shrieked. "Please...no more...anything..."

demy shuddered as another sound echoed downt he street. " first this dumb kishin" she whispered her arm turning into a scythe blade. she lunged forward ready to slice when a piercing pain went through her side.

Ken felt pain... The dream felt horrible... His brain couldn't stand it... He felt... Mad.