After talking to someone that he had just met recently, Avery had decided to become the weapon that he was meant to be. He now looks for a Meister, but who will be able to take him as their weapon? We shall find out soon.
Avery stood at one of the balcony's of the DWMA, looking out at the city. The Sun was about to set over the horizon and it looked dead tired. He had just put up some notes around, saying that he needed a Meister and now he waits for the person that will possibly want a Scythe weapon.