completed: 08.05.2018
edited: n/a
word count: 1062━
quincy tugged at the hair that rested at the nape of her neck, a frown on her face as she walked along the hallways side by side with michael. it was evident on the meister’s face that she was anxious. she glanced nervously at michael, who had seemed to keep his cool all throughout the talk the two had with lord death.
walking to room two-one-nine, the duo stopped taking a deep breath in simultaneously. a man in a spinning, wheeled chair sat there talking to a room full of students. he took a break from what he was saying and looked to the doorway. “ as if right on cue. please come in meister quincy lankesh and weapon michael davenport. ” the air around quinn felt awfully like jell-o. everything around her seemed muffled, as if someone was holding their hands over her ears.
she snapped back into reality when michael nudged her and gave her hand a quick squeeze. the two walked into the classroom, a quiet, unsettling hush fell over the class. doctor stein raised an eyebrow. his eyes were shadowed over by his glasses and a cigarette butt hung out of his mouth loosely. “ so, tell us, who are you two? ”
quincy shrugged softly, looking at michael with a raise of her own eyebrows and then spoke with an unwavering voice. “ i’m quincy lankesh. this is my weapon, partner, best friend, and flatmate: michael davenport. we’re new, obviously, and err, i don’t know what else i should tell you. i’m a weapon-fluid meister. which means i can usually use a varity of different weapons, and michael is quite talented. he can attack with his own soul as well as turn into a weapon. i, myself, am more of a mystery. ”
michael snorted softly under his breath as quincy finished off with an ominous flourish. stein sighed, pushing his glasses up further so a glare would cover his eyes. “ alright then. let’s see how you do against some of our best meister-weapon duos. ” he spoke, quite emotionlessly. quincy shrugged, turning to the professor, “ sure thing. ”
quincy and michael had no real training, all they did was try and stay alive whilst in new york city. fighting kishins somehow came into the program when they were attacked by a pair. besides that, quincy and michael had their entrance exam, where they had shown how much power their soul resonance held.
quincy but on the inside of her cheek as stein called up a meister-weapon duo. “ hmm, let’s go with maka and soul first. ” quincy looked at the two who had sighed and started down to the bottom where the space opened up into a bigger arena-ish space. quincy’s eyes widen by a fraction, that was weird; quincy could see souls, something normal for some meisters. what has shocked her was the power the two souls held, they had been through a lot.
murmurs picked up in her ears like static. “ wasn’t maka and soul the people who helped defeat the kishin? ”
quincy looked at michael, a look of sheer dread on her face, what had stein put them up to? quincy exhaled, letting go of the breath she didn’t notice she was holding in. her fingers anxiously tapped on her thigh, as she waited for stein to signal them to start. “ alright, go! ”
quincy looked straight at maka. maka...oh right, she had heard about her. maka albarn, now she remembered everything she heard. maka apparently single handedly defeated the kishin, asura, with luck and bravery. it sounded like something right out of a disney film, quincy grinned at her thought, still keeping her gaze on the meister.
maka’s weapon, soul, gave a toothy grin as he transformed into a scythe. maka’s face hardened, gripping her weapon, she swung him at quincy and michael. michael didn't hesitate in transforming into a small dagger. unlike most blades, the dagger michael had transformed into compressed the soul wavelengths of both the meister and weapon. quincy ducked under the blade that had come swinging in their direction. she momentarily lost her footing, stumbling and falling on her butt, maka’s swinging didn’t cease to stop, making it hard for quincy to get back up on her feet.
quincy did what she could, she threw michael to a random direction and when maka came with the next swing, she grabbed onto soul. a pain shot up her arms, as if she had stuck her hand into a vault of pure lava. wincing, she faltered a bit, the pain was extremely difficult to push aside. however, quincy tried her best to ignote the pain shooting up her arms, she swung her legs the toe of her combat boots connecting with maka’s ribcage. a sickening crack echoed through the room as maka grunted, the air from her lungs.had been blown away, stumbling backwards. with that hit, quincy slide underneath the steel pole that connected soul’s blade and the place maka placed her hands. quincy let go, wincing as she skidded away, she clawed at the ground, getting up while simultaneously picking up michael, who was still in his dagger form.
“ motherfff— ” quincy winced, biting the inside of her cheek as she glanced quickly at her hands. the epidermal skin had turned a waxy white, “ hey, you okay? ” michael’s muffled voice called from the blade of the dagger. “ yeah, i will be. ” quincy said with a shaky breath. “ it’s okay, i’ll be fine. ” quincy muttered to herself, “ i’ve been through worse, right? yeah. ”
quincy looked at maka again, instead of just seeing the meister, her soul-seeing abilities kicked in. most meisters have the ability to see souls, it wasn’t anything all too special at all. maka’s soul seemed to be a grigori soul, one of the rarest souls there was, quincy opened her mouth in surprise. “ by the way, maka, sorry about that. and cool soul, grigori, eh? ” if maka had heard quincy, she made no sign of it, as she shortened the distance between the two meisters she said something intangible, quincy lept back with the sudden swing of soul, maka’s scythe. quincy sighed, of course, a soul resonance was what they had in plan for michael and quincy next. just as she finished her thought, maka and soul’s muffle voice yelled in unison
“ LET’S GO, SOUL RESONANCE! ”
how utterly typical.
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serendipitous | a soul eater fanfic
Fanfiction❝serendipitous • the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way❞ that's what quincy lankesh and michael davenport were, serendipitous. the met by chance, sheer luck actually, and neither of them would change anything...