Group Date at the Cafe~

[fearless-tech.livejournal.com]

Characters: fearless_tech, pianoman_soul, EVERYONE ELSE.
Location: Death By Pastry Cafe.
Rating: G for now.
Time: July 20th, early morning.
Description: Soul and Maka try to hook everyone up before the big battle.



Upon entering the cafe, one may notice a large spread of various desserts laid out on each table. Everything looked clean and tidy, and Maka was currently circling around every now and then, making sure everything was in place.

She never tried helping others form partnerships before, but hopefully it wouldn't be too difficult. She had her Soul Perception to see who may match well, and the trust games she had planned out might help strengthen bonds. Not that she went into too much detail about that.

"How does everything look?" she asked Soul.

He looked up at her from his seat, mostly preoccupied with his cupcake. He just nodded and gave her a thumbs up.

If anything, she thought this would prove interesting, and hopefully helpful despite it being short notice.

Doors now open, they were ready to begin.

[ooc: SORRY THIS IS LATE. But anyway, a quick note - since Soul and Maka were put in charge of helping people form partnerships, they're likely to be jumping in and out of threads, trying to introduce people and whatnot. Basically playing host. Oh, and feel free to use [action] tags if you prefer that!]

Comments

[fromthewaves.livejournal.com]

What kind of weapon are you?

[queensharbour.livejournal.com]

I... don't know yet. The girl I asked didn't exactly say.

[He looked pensive on that note, helping himself to another pastry.]

Do you know if we're meant to realize it on our own?

[fromthewaves.livejournal.com]

There's training later. I heard they were going to teach people how to... change and fight. Maybe if you go, they'll tell you?

[queensharbour.livejournal.com]

To change?

[A bit of a head tilt, and a nod.]

They'd probably know.

[fromthewaves.livejournal.com]

Um. Appearances, I think. To turn into a weapon.

Are you going to go? Maybe we'll see each other.

[queensharbour.livejournal.com]

[A slow nod.] To physically become one.

[It sounded a little painful actually and he nods again.]

Most likely. You're going to go? [ head tilt.] I thought you weren't going to fight?

[fromthewaves.livejournal.com]

_{[Have a small, reassuring smile.]} I heard it isn't painful, so... I'm sure you'll do fine.

_{[She presses her hands together and she looks down at them, callused only by crayons and pencils.]} I'm not. But... there's also medical training. I think... it's easier to learn there.

[queensharbour.livejournal.com]

[A nod, and he's hopeful that's the case.]

Maybe you should get a partner who specializes in medical care. [A thoughtful pause.] Or at least one who can defend you while you're taking care of someone.

[fromthewaves.livejournal.com]

_{[Her smile grew a little stronger. How would she know, if she was any good at being a medic?]} I'd be lucky, but... I don't think I'm all that good at it.

Why would someone want to fight for me?

[queensharbour.livejournal.com]

That's why we're taking these training courses, aren't we?

[That just earned her a shrug.] Why wouldn't they?

[fromthewaves.livejournal.com]

Yes.

No, I mean. Why would anyone want to protect me?

[queensharbour.livejournal.com]

The same reason they're fighting with and for everyone else here.

[fromthewaves.livejournal.com]

Oh. _{[She looked surprised, like it... didn't occur to her. She grows quiet now, trying to think about that feeling. These people didn't know she was a Nobody.]}

... thank you.

[queensharbour.livejournal.com]

It's true.

[Another shrug and a look in her direction.]

If you don't have a Weapon by the time you go to the Training Session...

[fromthewaves.livejournal.com]

_{[She tilts her head, looking curious but patiently waiting for the rest of his sentence.]}

you saw nothing.

[queensharbour.livejournal.com]

... and I don't have a Meister, we could team up.

[A non-chalant tilt of his head.]

Since I wouldn't be able to fight on my own and you'd be better off with some sort of protection.

...*lol'd*

[fromthewaves.livejournal.com]

_{[She looks surprised then a little worried.]}

But... I don't. Fight, I mean.

lol, i swear, the seductive icon is my default.

[queensharbour.livejournal.com]

But you'll be a medic in the midst of battle.

It's better to be armed, than to rely on luck to keep you safe.

... lol. I honestly did not see anything, but now that you mention it...

[fromthewaves.livejournal.com]

I don't know how to fight. _{[Technically not true at all. She remembers, then, the weight of a blade in her hands, only... it wasn't.]}

[queensharbour.livejournal.com]

But you can learn.

[fromthewaves.livejournal.com]

... I don't want to.

[queensharbour.livejournal.com]

You'd rather be helpless?

[fromthewaves.livejournal.com]

No... I...

_{[She shakes her head, looking conflicted and confused.]}

[queensharbour.livejournal.com]

... You'd rather someone defend you.

[fromthewaves.livejournal.com]

_{That's not true...}