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[soundsoul]

Quit complaining, would you? You're giving me a headache. First you were worrying you weren't gonna get accepted and now you're worrying you'll suck and they'll regret it? What kind of attitude is that? Not a very cool one if you ask me.

You got me into a game. Not just any game, but one I actually want to be in, which is a step above the poor suckers you've got elsewhere. I'm happy, Maka's happy, you should be happy too.

Suck it up. Or ~write some poetry~. [ The last part is said in as mocking a voice as he can manage, because Maka's past advice for handling upset clearly sucks. ]

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[heartandsoul]

Writing poetry can only do so much, fixing muns and their complaints isn't one of them.

[soundsoul]

Well something had better or I'm going to resort to violence.

[heartandsoul]

Hey, Soul's mun, hear that? Look out or he's going to Soul Chop you.

[Hahaha, what a story, Mark.]

[soundsoul]

I think I should have a cooler name to my outbursts of anger than that.

[heartandsoul]

Well, you know me, I have no creativity whatsoever.

...Also outbursts of anger makes it sound like you're throwing a temper tantrum. That's kind of adorable.

[soundsoul]

It's not a --! [ >( That is not adorable at all. Cool guys are not adorable, Maka Albarn. ]

Tch, whatever. Beating him up would probably just give me an even worse headache anyway.

[shieldstar]

I don't get what they're so afraid of!! We're awesome!! I'm the Amazing Black☆Star and my mun is still worrying about if she's as big a star as I am!! Ha! They should know better, right??

[Clearly his logic is that if he's so awesome it should rub off eventually!!]

[soundsoul]

I guess some mun's just don't know how to learn. Always worrying.

[perceptiveness]

You know, some poetry is really good. I could show you a few books.

[soundsoul]

Not interested.

[porta_abyssus]

Well well... now this is a new one...

What's your name, boy?

[Rodin is trying to figure out if he ever made a weapon out of a human before, or if this is something completely different.]

[soundsoul]

[ There is the slightest of eye twitches at the word "boy" but he at least doesn't snap at him for it. ]

Soul Eater.

[porta_abyssus]

[Rodin relaxes after Soul identifies himself. Nope, not one of his. As such, he won't feel the need to beat him back into a weapon.]

Interesting. Here I thought I was the only one making forging weapons like you. Then again, once I'm done with 'em, they can't exactly go back to their other forms.

Tell me, where you from, Soul?

[soundsoul]

No one really forged me; I was just born this way. Weapon blood and whatever. [ He's giving him a skeptical look. Only Witches are able to forge magic weapons as far as he knows and we all know how much Sou like Witches. For lunch. ]

Nevada.

[porta_abyssus]

I'm willing to bet my last Halo that somewhere along the line an Endless One forged one of your ancestors. Weapon blood don't just come from nowhere. It's gotta be beaten into your genes.

[He pulls a cigar from his jacket, lighting it with a purple flame from his thumb.]

Usually, it's only either Angels or Demons. Personally, I prefer Demons. They have the sharpest edge and the least recoil.

[He takes a long drag on the cigar as he eyes Soul, almost as if inspecting the boy's very existence.] Nope... you're human alright. T' be honest, I'm surprised there was a human tough enough to survive the process, let alone be able to change back and forth...

[symmetryguns]

[small>Maka is being absurd.]

I hope you enjoy yourself.

... did you just suggest your mun write poetry? [Yeah he missed the Crona/poetry fiasco.]

[soundsoul]

[ They are in agreement! Look at that! ]

Little hard not to when there's not been much of a change.

[ A small snort. ] It's uh - a thing Maka does. When she's upset. Apparently.

wow my html

[symmetryguns]

I'm sure there are going to be interesting situations that arise even at "home".

[Poetry. In all his various games and all the various Makas he's met, none of them had mentioned poetry.]

Is she any good?

it's a tricky bastard that gets the best of all of us

[soundsoul]

Things are definitely ... different than we would normally remember them - [ Like anime endings and Shinigami-sama being dead woops. ] - but it's at least less adjustment than I'd have to make going to some island or another.

[ He shrugs, smirking in amusement still. ] Dunno. She never let me read any of it. I only found out because she told Chrona to give it a shot.

really it is

[symmetryguns]

[Well, this Kid is about to be played anime-canon in a game, and with how the manga is going, we'll probably get dead Shinigami soon enough.]

Islands, giant trees, spaceships, insane asylums, the possibilities are endless. And never very enjoyable.

[Maka, Crona, and poetry...]

That... must have be interesting.

Late to the Soul Eater party. OTL

[reaperchop]

Oh, I'm sure you both will do just fine...uh...wherever it is you're going.

Fashionably so, shhh.

[soundsoul]

Just home. A uh - slightly different version of it, but still Death City.

PARTY DOESN'T START UNTIL DEATH HIMSELF SLIDES IN.

[reaperchop]

Hmm...[Thinking this over.]

I think I know which one you're talking about! A Kid from that universe showed up to talk with me!

[That was the same time where there were four different Kids. Fighting amongst themselves.]

[It was awkward.]

SUDDEN DESITE TO MAKE SOUL EATER KE$HA VIDEO...

[soundsoul]

[ Poor Papa Shinigama-sama. Aren't you glad you only have one Kid to worry about? ]

Not surprised. I'm pretty sure he misses you pretty badly. Not that he doesn't keep a stiff upper lip about the whole thing.

I'M NOT SURE IF I WON THE INTERNET OR NOT.

[reaperchop]

[Yes, yes, he is.]

Yes, that sounds very much like Kid.

I'm aware of the situation as well. I honestly wish I could do something to help him, but I will leave him in you and the others' capable hands.