H2OVanoss & Bitches

A Soul of a Different Caliber (DaithiDeCaliber)

By the time you become a third-year two-star meister, one would have expected you to have found a weapon partner by then. Not in David's case.

That being said, it doesn't mean he was bad with any of his previous weapon partners. He was very skilled with Jonathan's Knife and Brock complemented his chain scythe-wielding skills, but neither of them worked out. They just could never resonate properly.

Especially him and Marcel. His weapon would always be grouchy because his sting whip would straighten out like an oversized pool cue with a blade at the tip (David's soul wavelength was a bit too much for him), and he complained all the time about how his back would be stiff after a fight.

But David knew he had to get back out there at some point, he's a two-star meister in his third year at the DWMA. Though he didn't expect fate to force him out without his consent. But here he is, with the barrel of a rifle tucked firmly under his chin with his hands in the air as said assailant searched his pockets for money and anything else of value.

It was truly a pathetic sight considering that the weapon was barely chest level high, yet the cigaret hanging from the side of his mouth indicated that he was older than he appeared.

"Really, man? What kind of person doesn't have any money in their wallet?" he short weapon grunted as he tossed the old leather aside and patted David's chest in search of more pockets to check.

David scoffed. "What kind of weapon wastes their talents being a common street thug?" he remarked, which only got him an angry glare and a kick to the shins. David groaned and keeled over as the weapon ran away.

- - - -

It wasn't even a week later before he saw the weapon again. He was at the little twenty-four-hour shop getting some popcorn because he was having a movie night with his friends, mainly consisting of his ex-partners and their current meisters, then the guy just bursts through the door.

The shorter male pushed David to the ground and told him to stay there before looking at the shocked cashier and demanding he hand over all the money in the register.

The clerk just scoffed at first, but then the man's arm turned into a rifle barrel and the guy at the counter scrambled back in surprise before unlocking the register and taking out all of the money.

David had been on his feet long before the clerk nearly fainted and practically started tossing the money at the weapon as if he were to be feeding steak to a hungry lion.

He had been giving the weapon a severely unimpressed look and watched as the man's eyes kept flickering back to him in between taking wads of cash from the cashier's hand.

"You got somethin' ta say asshole?" the weapon growled and David rolled his eyes. "I don't know, have you ever thought of using your powers for good instead of... this," David said and tossed up a hand, he'll be the first to admit that he was being awfully brave but he had faith that this person wasn't a killer.

The weapon glared at him before his arm changed back and he stepped closer to him. It was a laughable situation considering that the weapon had to tilt his head so far back to look him in the eye, but David couldn't find it in him to laugh after the weapon gave a swift kick to his crotch.

David dropped to his knees in shock and coughed before looking up at the weapon from his spot on the ground. "You little shit," he uttered weakly.

"Screw you asshole!" the weapon shouted before exiting the store.

- - - -

Two days go by until he sees the weapon across the street again, on his way home from school. It's not that David has taken an interest in this person's well being all of the sudden, not at all. He's only following him around because it has been a while and he's curious to see where they are going.