MysteriousD
Star Fudge
- Joined
- Mar 9, 2014
Everything hurt. That was how Diego Vendrix felt as he was lying down on the bed of the medical room over at Shibusen.
He was a young man of average height for his age, though he looked shorter because of his stocky frame and admittingly somewhat chubby appearance, though he has been working that off. He was only in a hospital garb along with bandages around him his torso... from being sliced.
He was a weapon... a Scythe to be exact and thus, he ended up being paired up with Maka Albarn. They... had trouble getting along. Sure, both were intelligent and could keep up with one another, but he did not like how she talked about her dad, Spirit. It started small, with him making comments and then it became spats. He pointed out her mother's absence in her general life even before the divorce and the lack of any substantial evidence Spirit cheated nor the suspicious lack of anything on Maka's mother's part on it.
She usually try and Maka chop him, but he'd either dodge or block it. It was nuts.
But... she was his friend. The first real person beyond family to care about him.
And for a friendless dork like him... it meant everything to him.
Enough to where when they were facing off against that kishin wannabe Crona... he took a blade to the chest. He remained conscious enough to see Spirit and Stein go and chase them off along with one he thought was a witch before blacking out.
He awoke, slowly and in pain, wondering why it felt like his head was filled with a faint echo of a cackle. His glasses were on the table so his brown eyes could be seen. They matched well his black eyes...
Though even without them, he could see the blurry figure of his meister.
He was a young man of average height for his age, though he looked shorter because of his stocky frame and admittingly somewhat chubby appearance, though he has been working that off. He was only in a hospital garb along with bandages around him his torso... from being sliced.
He was a weapon... a Scythe to be exact and thus, he ended up being paired up with Maka Albarn. They... had trouble getting along. Sure, both were intelligent and could keep up with one another, but he did not like how she talked about her dad, Spirit. It started small, with him making comments and then it became spats. He pointed out her mother's absence in her general life even before the divorce and the lack of any substantial evidence Spirit cheated nor the suspicious lack of anything on Maka's mother's part on it.
She usually try and Maka chop him, but he'd either dodge or block it. It was nuts.
But... she was his friend. The first real person beyond family to care about him.
And for a friendless dork like him... it meant everything to him.
Enough to where when they were facing off against that kishin wannabe Crona... he took a blade to the chest. He remained conscious enough to see Spirit and Stein go and chase them off along with one he thought was a witch before blacking out.
He awoke, slowly and in pain, wondering why it felt like his head was filled with a faint echo of a cackle. His glasses were on the table so his brown eyes could be seen. They matched well his black eyes...
Though even without them, he could see the blurry figure of his meister.