Let's Meet The Death Scythe, Shall We?

The girl sat in the city's main courtyard, not even really paying attention to anything. She just sat there, staring at the sky and that creepy sun. She thought about her life for a couple minutes. She hadn't seen her father in weeks, as he lived in Japan now. She still blamed herself for her partner, Nudge's death. Her new partners were completely different and fought constantly. She was anti-social and had trouble talking to.... well, anyone really.

Yes, Kaea Rose was pretty, and smart, and an okay fighter. But she was so emotionally screwed on the inside... though she would never reveal this to the world. That would be self-betrayal. She didn't know if she could handle betraying the only left that she trusted completely.

Kaea continued to stare at the clods, sitting on the curb, wearing her favourite black dress and matching ballet flats. She wondered if she would ever meet someone that could teach her self worth.

The day began with a light sunrise, as Thigiliwt opened his eyes from the house he stayed in next to the DWMA. He stared out the window as he smiled lightly, his tanned skin reflective of his heritage, as he stood from his bed, stretching slightly, his leather pants still on from the day before. He hated being caught with his pants down, so he always had them on, save the rare occasion. He shook off the unimportant though, as his long golden blond hair waved behind him as he moved. He didn't feel like fixing today. But to keep up his appearance...screw it, too time consuming, today was his day off after all. but other than his hair, he would dress as normal. With this said, he looked to his closet and blinked a moment as he debated, then shook his head. The usual it was.

Thigiliwt first grabbed his leather red shirt, and slid it over his strong frame, tieing the tie at the front of the shirt to keep it on better, as the shirt, was a traditional shirt of his clan, red leather and black leather pants. Next was his cloak. The cloak emerald green on the inside with golden Alchemical symbols, the outside of the cloak black as the night. Next was his mask as he unlatched it from it's stand, and put the mask on his face. latching it around his head, only the top of his head, and the back of his head visible as he let it fit tightly on his face. The mask itself was was half black half white left and right, and the only thing peering from the front of the mask, where two eye holes, revealing his emerald geen eyes.

Next was his necklace, which he fixed his hair in a ponytail so that he could put his amethyst necklace on, before letting his hair down again. And finally, he slipped on his black moccasins as he looked at himself in the mirror. He was all dressed to go now, so off he would go. Down the halls of his home, the home lit only by candles, which he blew out as he went by them. He didn't need his home getting burned down, not that it ever would. This house would last a while as long as he was here to protect it. But now, he walked out the door, and locked up his house tight.

Now that he was outside, he felt the light breeze go across his skin, as he looked at the sun and smiled at it. The sun humored him. It always made him smile for some reason. But anyway, for now, he walked through the streets, and everyone knew who he was, he was well known for being the mysterious guardian of Death City, the man who earned his right to power. And one of the few Autonomous Weapons. He was considered the most powerful Weapon in the city. But while he was well known, he didn't know people personally.

Eventually, Thigiliwt made his way, past the houses, and "service" places that swarmed the Death City, and he walked out to the main plaza as his emerald eyes gleamed, and he noticed a girl sitting on the curb, and he tilted his head. He knew lonlieness, and he knew shyness. This girl was....Kaea Rose. She would introduce himself later to him. He decided to sit down near her on a bench, and look at the clouds a while himself. He then decided that it was time to speak, after a few minutes*"It is a very nice day isn't it?"* He knew she would likely stutter, but he had no issue with that. After all, he was used to people of all types. For now, he awaited her response.

Kaea had noticed the guy from across the courtyard, but she didn't know that he was going in her direction until he sat on the wooden bench that she sat a few feet from. She turned her head to look at him, taking in his tanned skin and blonde hair. This was... He was the Death Scythe? Yes. That was who he was. Kaea looked back to the sky and went back to her thoughts.

The girl wondered why he sat there. Perhaps he was just looking at the clouds, thinking, as she had been. Then he spoke to her. Kaea looked at him in surprise, why was he talking to her? The Death Scythe was talking to the only Meister in the DWMA who couldn't wield her weapons without a fight breaking out between them. Their soul wavelengths were definitely not in sync.

Before replying back, the girl build up her defences, just in case he was going to insult her. Of course, Kaea had no idea what the Death Scythe was like, but she was just being her ever cautious self. Then she opened her mouth and the words came out. "Y-Yes... It's quite beautiful." She said it shakily, but she was still able to talk the the Death Scythe of Death City, so she felt a little sense of accomplishment.

He smiled behind his mask a moment as he thought to himself while waiting for her response, he already knew what she was going to say, but he had to hold but his childish urge to say it at the same time as herself. After all, it seemed this girl was preparing herself mentally for something, which he of course expected. Finally, she replied, with a stutter of course, that the weather was indeed quite beautiful. Thigiliwt himself was trying not to be too much of a child, even though everyone knew he was the youngest Death Scythe.

Thigiliwt would nod at his answer calmly and politely to her*"My name is Thigiliwt Sarron, might I have your own name miss?"* He asked despite knowing it, because thankfully, no one knew of his time powers in death city save for the rare few. He hoped to at least make some casual conversation with her. But then again, he was not the best at talking to people. He got the theory, but he was never any good. didn't help he always had his face covered.

Thigiliwt simply wished that he was any good at stirring up conversations. It was not something his family trained him in, he was only really good at fighting.