The World Needs Better Weapons

Ace Toromaki let out a huff as he looked down from atop the staircase leading to the DWMA. He had business with Shinigami, or... something of the sort. The truth was, Ace, in all his bitterness, had decided that many students of the DWMA didn't have the proper grit necessary for what the academy was training them to do. At least, not the EAT class. The NOTs? they could afford their blissful state of mediocrity, but the EAT students needed a life that wasn't so comfortable outside of their missions. Something like Eibon's Institute, if only for a short while. The Academy's output of Death Scythes was definitely not impressive in the recent years, and this was likely no coincidence. That fact, coupled with the numerous partners who fell at Ace's side made it all too apparent that the Academy had been getting soft on their students. So Ace was going to do something about it.

The real question was, if Ace was going to start training the current students, he'd have to prove he was actually capable of doing so first. After all, the Kusari-Gama didn't have the most impressive record when it came to his attempts to teach others. Most simply weren't willing to cooperate, others would succumb to injury or pure stress, and some were just plain too afraid of Ace, something one wouldn't hold against them. Maybe I should get another teacher to help.... That'd make handling the students easier.

Lacey Hilt had been feeling a bit down lately. No matter how much she practiced and trained, she felt like she just wasn't good enough for her meister. He had so many amazing abilities and all Lacey was, was a long stick with a blade. Granted, her blade was sharp, but she still felt like she wasn't as good as she should be. Anyways, the weapon was walking down the hall and was turning to leave the DWMA when she saw someone she didn't recognize standing outside. He was facing away from the academy, so Lacey walked up behind him and tapped him. " Hello. Can I help you with something? " The lance asked kindly. Seeing how he seemed to be too old to be a student here, she assumed he was probably here to meet with a teacher or Lord Death himself, but she decided to check anyways.

Ace bit the inside of his lip, expression dulled to a half-hearted glare at the blonde girl. "You a member of the Academy?" The boy shoved his hands in his pockets and rolled his neck to loosen up the stiffness from passing out in the foyer. He wasn't certain whether talking to the girl was worth his time or not. On one hand, Ace was much more comfortable ignoring social interaction with the prattling student; on the other she may very well end up being a part of the class he planned on holding. More importantly, is she an EAT student?

The weapon nodded. "Mhmm! Lacey Hilt, at your service." She introduced herself cheerfully, a smile on her face. "I'm a weapon in the EAT class along with my meister." Lacey explained to the man. Although he didn't seem very friendly, Lacey didn't really care. If someone looked like they needed help, then she was going to help them. After all, you can't judge a book based on it's cover.