Finding a weapon. (Open)

Lynne was broken from her temporary spell of grief when she overheard some bickering in the background. "What's he doing?" she thought to herself. She continued to watch the stranger and noticed his strange-looking tongue as he viciously ate his meal; her interest satisfied, Lynne pushed aside her now empty food tray and nestled her head on her arms for a quick nap. A few stray, orange hairs fell across her innocent-looking face. She was a pretty heavy sleeper but honestly doubted that there'd be any real trouble in the cafeteria, so closing her eyes for a bit would probably be safe. The last thing Lynne noticed was the "WEAPON" tag on the forked-tongue guy. It didn't really seem like he was a friendly weapon, though... Not that it bothered the witch.

((gonna go to a movie soon so I won't be on for a lil while :c))

George, his usual smile in place, carried his plate of mash potatoes, green beans, and fried chicken to an empty table, a rather new volume of Deathmetal Alchemist residing under his left arm. When he sat down, he took out his “weapon” tag and placed it on his shirt. Using his left arm to flip the pages of his book, he began to eat. Starting with the mash potatoes, he felt a rather pleasant mixture of potato and cheese; a little sour cream was added, but it was not overly strong.

About this time, he heard an argument between a fellow student and a cafeteria lady, he quickly looked up to see if it was a Weapon or Meister. Disappointed that it was just another weapon, he finished his mash potatoes, moved onto his green beans, and buried his head back into his book, looking at every single detail in a way that seemed, and definitely was, excessive. He hoped the next commotion would be due to a weaponless Meister, hopefully a skilled one as well.

Grace walked into the cafeteria, following Antonio (I'm assuming thats where we went) with her head low, her bangs covering her face. She was walking when her foot caught on one of her shoelaces, tripping her. "Ah!" She barely caught herself before she hit the ground. Grace's face turned red with embarrasment.

Droon had been looking around the room hungrily when one girl suddenly decided to fall near his seat! Naturally he lunged to catch her! That is, of course, before she caught herself, but not before Droon had already grabbed her by the shoulders in an attempt to stop her fall. Rather than let go awkwardly, he decided to go for it "Hey, quite the stumble there. You alright?"

Grace was startled by Droon. She resisted the urge to hit him. "Oh, um, y-yes. I'm f-fine, th-thank you." Grace started to get back up, but then she noticed his tag read "weapon". "Oh, you a w-weapon. I'm a m-meister." Grace said, blushing crazily for making a fool out of herself.

Lynne's respite was short-lived as she was again awoken - this time by the sound of a girl yelping. She turned her head toward the commotion and spotted a red-haired girl talking to the fork-tongued stranger from earlier. "A meister, huh? Looks like I've got a bit of competition going my way." Lynne said to herself jokingly, as if a weapon would stay paired up with a witch. Even if they didn't know at first they'd find out. They always do.

((back - saw the new spiderman w/ some friends it was good C:))

Ooc: no friggin way, I am so jealous! XD

((yup you should see it despite the rating it gets on rotten tomatoes i thought it was good :3 theatre was packed though so its probably better to wait a little while depending if you go to a place like AMC or not -- ok I'm gonna stop doing ooc for now c:))

Ooc: I wanna see it!!! Bye, I have no preference so if either of you wants Droon as your weapon feel free!

Droon looks at her tag and his, letting go and putting his hands on his hips "that you are! My name's Droon! How are you? What's up? Do ya have a favorite color? Any pets? What is your opinion on fruit roll ups?!" He asks, pelting the poor person before him with questions.

Seeing the meister and unpaired weapon get so chummy with each other bothered Lynne a bit; she couldn't take it anymore. Being an outcast in this academy and on top of that having no demon weapon. "How am I going to get stronger if I don't do anything about it?" With newfound courage, Lynne got up from the cafeteria bench nearby and approached the two. "HI I'M LYNNE NICE TO MEET YOU IT I-IS!!" she said with a little too much enthusiasm. Internally the witch meister face palmed herself. She tried to play off her loud stunt by giving a (hopefully) cute pout, but it only made things more awkward.

Ooc: Droom is mine! >:)

Once again, Grace was surrounded by people. "I oh, um..." She started to breathe a little faster as she was pelted with question after question. "I'm G-Grace." She said, standing up. She noticed Droons odd looking nails.

Droon looks between the two girls now on either side of him Perfect!
He puts his arms around both of them (seemingly oblivious to the fact he will likely get slapped for it) with a smile. After all, when you had two girls on both sides of you! It's like a requirement. "Well hello to you to." He chuckles at the new arrival. Grace seemed nice as well, if slightly less outgoing. "Sorry If I asked to many things! He stammers.

((We'll see about that :PI'd leave it up to him imo))

Lynne was surprised at Droon's lack of boundaries, but it didn't really phase her at all. She took a deep breath and calmed down. She giggled at the weapon's comment and turned her charm on full throttle. "Let me start over. I'm Lynne, it's nice to meet you. Both of you." Lynne looked over at the meister and gave her a fake smile.

'He's touching me again, but I'll havve to deal with it if I want a weapon.' Grace thought to herself. "Oh, no, not too many questions!" Grace couldn't stutter, as this was obviously a competition to see who gets him. "I'm Grace, nice to meet both of you too. Droon, would you like to be my weapon?" She smiled as best as she could.

"Eh?!" Lynne gasped. "Who would've thought this little girl would be so straightforward?" She pushed her body up against Droon, trying to increase her sexual appeal. They seemed around the same age so she thought she might be able to pull something off. The young witch locked eyes with the rival meister and said "Now Grace, let's not get too hasty. There are a lot of things you have to consider before partnering up with a weapon, like, uh, soul wavelengths! Who knows if you two are even compatible?" Lynne looked up at Droon with puppy dog eyes. "Oh Droon, I was just about to ask you the same thing y'know?"

Grace frowned at Lynne. "Well, I found him first." She looked at Droon and wrapped her arms around him. "Please pick me!" Grace was WAY out of her comfort zone. Maybe this isn't her thing? Perhaps going through all this JUST for a weapon wasn't worth it?

Lynne frowned back and whispered to Grace "Don't be a kid, this is a meisters' academy. It's up to Droon whether or not he wants to pair up with one of us at all." She felt a twinge of guilt for being so cold towards the girl, but an opportunity like this probably wouldn't come again. She then spoke up and said "I say we let Droon decide. However he wants." Lynne looked periodically between Grace and Droon, waiting for a response. She loosened her hold on Droon and leaned against a nearby wall, crossing her arms together. She brushed some of the long orange locks drifting near her face.

Grace let go of Droon, but didn't move. "Fine. Droon, how shall you decide?" She gave Droon a warm smile, and when he wasn't looking, scowled at Lynne.

Lynne returned the "warm" gesture right back at Grace. It seemed almost as if electricity was forming between their stare. Her thoughts started to wander to the idea of having a demon weapon; sure it was great, but how would she go about revealing her identity? Lynne was starting to doubt whether or not Droon would accept her completely when it came to that.

Ooc: im gonna wait on sov.

((Same c:))

Antonio had long ago face palmed, shaking his head as he watched the display, letting the young girls go. "You're both weaponless?" He asked, curious, he tugged at the flap at the front of his leather jacket, the burnt orange WEAPON tag showing plainly. "I think it would be better to save this argument for after we all have food in our bellies. Then I can show our newbies around --- Grace and Orion, is it? --- and afterwards we can head to the training grounds. I'm sure that would be a better way to pick a weapon. After all, neither of you can have Droon if your wavelengths don't match up." He nodded to the tall weapon, bowing his head with his fingers up as though he were tipping a hat. "Do you have any problem with that?"

Lynne jerked her body back upon first seeing the heavily pierced weapon student, but she smiled in attempts to not be rude and responded "Well I guess you have a point. Plus I'm starving!" In reality she'd just eaten two helpings of cafeteria food, but hey, why pass up a free meal? "It's too bad, though, looks like my wallet's empty..." Lynne added in sadly. "To think I went from sitting alone at a lunch table to this..." The witch was a little annoyed at all the conversation and activity going on, but honestly it was comforting to her; in fact it was probably the first time that she really communicated with any students from the DWMA.

Antonio laughed, pulling his wallet out, the chain attached to it jingling as he did so. "I work part time on top of having my weekly allowance. I have no problems with buying food for anyone." He reached his other hand out, smiling. "I'm Antonio, by the way. You can call me that, Anthony, or Tony." He shrugged. "I have no preference."

Lynne's eyes lit up at the sight of Antonio's big, thick, wallet that looked stuffed with cash. She took his open hand and shook it gently. "I'm Lynne, it's a pleasure to meet you, um, Tony." She smiled and looked up at the tall man. "How old did you say you were?" Lynne asked jokingly, trying to break the ice further. She'd forgotten how hard it was to talk to people; then again, it was mainly just her and her father when she was growing up.