Perhaps We Don't Belong (Enter Upon Request)

Justice grinned slightly, holding a hand out, "And what are you feeling right now?"

Claire took a look around at the others, then took xir hand. "Right now? I don't know... A little anxious..."

Xe smiled, calm, collected, seeming to give off the very aura of such. "Trust me." Xir hand closed around Claire's gingerly, gentle and reassuring.

ooc: We're waiting on Bey and Ace before we continue

Addy anxiously watched them, eyes flitting between the two. She didn't have the issue of burning a meister, but it took a great deal of emotional control, as well as passion and emotion itself to use her to her full potential. Something that surprisingly most people lacked.

Claire closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath, but nodded. "Alright... I-I'll trust you."

"There you go." Justice said, smiling, keeping xir eyes intent on the girl, "Breathe deeply, relax, and transform."

Claire took a slow, deep breath, slowly starting to glow. The change took a few moments, but then she was resting in Justice's hands.

A smile broke across xir face as xe slowly spun the hilt around xir hands. It was a beautiful weapon, almost matching xir hair. Justice turned to look at Addy and Arusa both, eyes flickering between them and the face of the blade, waiting for Claire to appear. Xir hands did not burn, though there was an insistent humming that seemed almost familiar. "Well then," Justice chuckled, "I think this says something about your confidence and ability to pair up, Farron." A nod was directed at the shinigami, "You can wield anyone, can't you, Death?"

The face on the angel was one of serenity, though the mouth twitched every once and a while, signifying just how much she was restraining herself.

ooc: Justice refers to people by their last names or titles if they don't have one, so she's speaking to Arusa

"Her or the little one," Justice gestured to Adrastea, "Do you have your own partner?" Xe seemed proud to be holding the weapon, standing Claire upright beside her. The pair looked beautiful, perfectly matched in appearance and apparently in wavelength. The meister closed xir eyes, calming and relaxing, channeling the feelings to the weapon in xir hand.

Addy looked up, "M-my name is Adrastea. If you like, you can call me Addy. Do you want me to transform?"

Justice grinned, holding Claire in front of xir rather than at xir side this time. "Is Death the proper title for you?" Xe asked, curious as to whether or not xe was wrong.

Addy smiled, thinking herself lucky that Lord Death's grandson would be so kind to her. Then again, so was Lord Death. She shifted into her long quarterstaff, the growth of wood on the end starting to twist into the likeness of the Reaper mask.

"Why don't you find out?" she teased. suddenly far more confident, "Go on, try something. Just make sure you really feel it."

Justice smirked, stepping back, holding the scythe sideways in front of xir. Xe was holding her defensively, watching, waiting.

Claire grew momentarily warm in Justice's grip before reigning in her feelings to serenity again. Her voice whispered to Justice. I'm not hurting you, am I?

OOC: What's his emotional state right now? That affects how Addy works.

OOC: Calm or anxious I guess.

OOC: The anxiousness would be the stronger feeling, so that's what would manifest.

As he focused his thoughts a bit, the anxiety in his mind became physically manifested on the staff. A spark of electricity jumped up the handle, traveling in a spiral to the top, where it collected in a ball of lightning, that grew and grew to about the size of a basketball.