Soul Eater: Next Generation! discussion

A small little coffee café

Feliness sat in the back of the café, sipping a small glass of tea with her soul protect on. She watched the people leaving and entering with awe, enjoying the odd behaviors that fallowed them.

((I posted a RP start. Making student haracter now."

Evelyn sat at one of the tiny tables near the window, soul protect on as she twirled the straw in her strawberry milk. She took a moment to glare at all the chocolate pastry items in site, or at least tried to, it was difficult to figure out which was which without the aid of color. For all she knew, she was glaring at a red velvet cupcake.

She hated chocolate because she loved it, and it absolutely loathed her. It wasn't fair, why couldn't she be allergic to something she wouldn't have liked anyways? Like carrots? She shook her head before taking a bite of the cinnamon roll in front of her. Life isn't fair, and that didn't seem very fair.

Feliness couldn't help noticing the other witch in the café, her purple eyes looking her down. Good witches touched her heart. They were forced to have to hide in a place like this, though they only wished to help, to be treated like the good guys.

Evelyn, her chair facing the back of the cafe, soon found herself being stared at. Evelyn met the woman's eyes, noticing her strangely sympathetic expression. Why was she looking at her like that? Evelyn glanced down at her shirt, puzzled. Was it her clothing? Sometimes people gave her odd looks, something to do with 'clashing colors'. Were colors such important things? To her, the world was grays of various shades, her shirt a pretty silver and her pants were a bit lighter than black. But apparently in the grays people saw 'blues' and 'yellows', and it seemed like nobody could ever describe them, no matter how many questions she asked.

Evelyn quickly stood, grabbing her drink and finishing off the cinnamon roll as she made her way to the woman's table. In a few moments, she was face to face with her. "Do these clothes look okay? And what does blue look like? Does it look like gray? And what about pink, why don't guys like wearing it?" She asked, bombarding the woman with questions. She felt like she was missing out on the secret. What was the deal with colors?

(Her shirt is a light green and her shorts are a deep purple)

Thil walked into the Cafe, and stopped, a frown on his face.
"Did we HAVE to come to this... girly place?" His gritty voice grumbled, "Couldn't we have gone to the bakery or something?"
"Do you feel like walking to the other side of the city?" Scythe argued in his somewhat softer, smoother voice, walking ahead of him and sitting down on a cushioned chair, "Besides, I haven't eaten at this place before. Have a open mind."
Thil half-glared stared at Scythe for a few seconds before sitting down at a different table with a hefty sigh to empathize his irritation.

Feliness smiled nicely, "Your a nice girl, but your shirt is green, your shorts are purple," She pauses, "I enjoy the shade. You must be color blind." Feliness guessed, due to the lack of knowledge on colors.

A girl in long, blond pigtails skipped into the café and sat up at the bar of the café by herself, ordering a hot chocolate. Her body was draped in a school uniform

Evelyn looked down at her clothing, aware of the fact that half of her questions where unanswered. "I am color blind..." She began, feeling impressed that she would have guessed it right off. Or should she be impressed? It might have been kind of obvious... She glanced around, her eyes setting on a boy at a table next to Feliness'. "Hold on, I'll be right back..." She said to Feliness, holding up a finger as she moved between the two tables. "Why don't guys wear pink? And is it ovbious that I'm color blind?" She asked the guy (Scythe), curious. Curiosity killed the cat Well, it was a good thing her animal was a dog, then. She looked back towards Feliness, "What does purple look like?"

"I am wearing black..." Scythe looked down at his outfit, which was a suit with a bright red and blue striped tie, confused by this sudden question by a brown haired girl[Evelyn],"I do not know, ARE you color blind...?"
Thil, in the meantime, was lost in looking at the stuff from the menu.

The girl from the bar swirled on her chair to watch. Giggling lightly at the scene.

Feliness watched from the distance. Taking another sip of her warm tea.

Evelyn gave Scythe a confused look, "What do you mean, how do you not know if it's obvious?" Evelyn asked, before glancing over at Feliness, "Is it obvious that I'm color blind? Or have I already asked you that?" She asked her. Great, now she was becoming confused by her own questions. Wait, was she confusing? Should she ask?

Feliness looked at her and smiles, "Dear don't become so worked up. It's not too obvious." She paused and glanced at the DWMA students for only a moment before looking back at Evalyn, "Come sit back down, relax."

Scythe's pale eyes looked back at a purple-eyes glance [Feliness] and offered a wave before he opened his menu and read it. He read each cake and ice cream carefully.
"Do you recommend anything?" He asked the 'colorblind' girl and the purple woman.

A waiter walked over to Thil, whom asked her for some coffee and about eight items. He looked blankly at Scythe's brief conversation with two females and then looked out the window, sulking with his chin in his hand. Why did Scythe attract all the girls' attention?! He fumed silently.

Feliness gave a soft wave back. But overall looked bored.

Christabella adjusted her small tie on her blouse. She tried to make sure her skirt covered everything needed, flatening it down as she sat by herself at the bar of the café.

Evelyn blinked out of surprise, "But, I'm not worked up... I'm just... Curious." She concluded. "But..." She said before giving up with a sigh. She turned her head back towards Scythe, excited to finally be answering a question instead of giving one. "Anything that's not chocolate." She told him with a grin.

Evelyn took Feliness' advice and placed a chair where she had been standing, between the two tables, the chair angled in a way that wouldn't make it too awkward to continue talking to both of them at once.

Thil waited for his food, sipping his newly-arrived coffee before cringing at the heat as it scorched his tongue. He noticed a blonde-haired girl sitting by herself at the end of the bar. He stood up and walked over to the bar, sitting on a seat next to her.
"Hello there." He greeted, before blowing on his coffee.

"No chocolate..." Scythe repeated softly to absorb the information, looking at all the desserts. He looked up, made eye contact with a waiter to grab his attention, and told him wanted milk, and blueberry cheesecake.

Christabella smiles up at him. "Hi," She began, surprised someone had come over to talk to her. She places her hands on her lap and smiled wide and friendly. "My names Christabella."

Evelyn frowned at the order, blueberry, once again reminding her of the colors she could not see. "I would like another strawberry milk and a cinnamon roll." She told the waiter after Scythe put in his order. She turned her head back towards Feliness, "Do you want anything, umm, ah...?" She trailed off, realizing she didn't even know her name. "What's your name?" Evelyn asked her, curiosity spiking.

Felines smiled, "Feliness," She paused and looked at the Scythe, "But don't repeat that to Lord Death."

Thil stirred his coffee with a straw, his head rested in his knuckles as he looked at the smiling blonde... Christahella?
"Nice to meet you, Christahella." He grumbled, "My name's Thil." He responded more loudly. He kind of felt weird talking to strangers... but he was lonely, goshdarnit! A confused waiter carrying a lot of dessert looked at Thil's empty table.

Scythe sat backwards on his chair so he could face the two ladies, his chin resting on his arms in a relaxed way.

Christabella giggled, "It's Christa-Bella. You can just call me Chris or Christy of it's easier Thil." She smiled. Her hot chocolate on the table infront of her. She smiled softly, glad to meet new people. Keeping her hands in her lap.

Evelyn looked back and forth between Feliness and Scythe, wondering what Feliness had meant with the lord death comment. "I'm Evelyn." She declared, wondering where she should look as she said this, to Feliness to her right or Scythe to her left?

"Okay... Christy." Thil settled on that name as the somewhat-annoyed waiter placed his desserts in front of him. He picked up the small spoon in his chocolate-vanilla-strawberry ice cream parfait and began eating it slowly, savoring it.

"I'm Hell Scythe. Call me Scythe, if you want." Scythe said to Evelyn, "Don't worry, I won't tell Lord Death." He told Feliness.

"Wait, you're a weapon?" She couldn't help but ask, her aunt's words of warning echoing inside of her head. Lupe wouldn't approve of this at all, but yet, she didn't exactly want to leave. What was it like to be a weapon? Then again, maybe Scythe wasn't a weapon at all, and he was just named like one. But that wouldn't really make much sense. What parents named their child after a weapon? Was there a possibility that Evelyn could have been named Dragon's Dagger? She shook her head, her thoughts were going off track.

Scythe lifted his head to nod, and then set it back onto this arms.
"I won't hurt you or anything..." He mumbled. When you could sprout blades from your arms at will, townsfolk tended to be wary. He was used to the question.

Christabella smiles and takes a drink of her hot chocolate. Sipping it slightly. Then she rubbed her upper arms. She turned and watched him eat the ice cream. She smiled, "Do you come here a lot?"

Evelyn wasn't too sure about that. Evelyn was a witch, Scythe was a weapon, weapons hunted witches. "What's it like to be a weapon?" She asked cautiously.

Thil quickly swallowed the ice cream in his mouth so he wouldn't sound like a idiot and answered Christy, "It's my first time here. Do you?"

Scythe closed his eyes to think of how to put his answer into words...
He opened his them and answered, "...When I am in weapon form, I cannot see anything, but I can feel and hear what vibrates the air, like sound or even a heartbeat sometimes... I mean, some weapons can see, it's different for everyone." Scythe shrugged.

Christy shakes her head, "This is my first week in Death

"First week in Death City" She finished by smiling nervously.

Evelyn tried to imagine what that would be like, feeling vibrations in the air. "Is it like being at a concert? Where it's so loud that you can actually feel the music?" She asked. "And what's it like to eat a soul? And what happens to the souls after you eat them?" She questioned again, unaware of the fact that she was asking too many questions.