Muscle and Hammer {Rick/Closed}

[cloudman]

There were a lot of shadows in the cemetery

Thought Vingnir as he looked up into the clear blue sky. It was a quite hot today, with the sun rather high in the air casting its life-giving glow upon all. With all the gravestones and hooks around, most of the rays were blocked - the result was a nearly perpetual darkness in Hook Cemetery. This gave the place an eerie foreboding feel, something that the more poetic residents of Death City had commented about in today's paper. Vingnir, however, was not one of the more poetic residents of Death City, and conversely thought that the shadows of the cemetery made it cool - both literally, and colloquially. The Demon Rocket Hammer folded up the paper into a more portable size, and decided to find a gravestone to sit on.

To be honest, Vingnir had forgotten the reason he'd come to Hook Cemetery. So, with all his plans suddenly opened up, the Shibusen student decided to laze around and peoplewatch. People watching had always been fun - "people are the greatest inventions of all" his father always said. Vinny liked to draw the people he saw as automatons. The demon weapon sighed wistfully. He liked the simple things.

Vingnir eventually found a table-like gravestone, the epitaph of which read "Dedicated to Cale Doneon - Glutton of the Year 2005 - 2008. No table was a match for him, until that faithful day..." The rest of the writing was covered up by a hook. The Shibusen student picked it up, turning it over in his hands.

"I wonder if these hooks could be used someway, maybe to catch a really big fish?~" Murmured Vinny to himself. Instantly he daydreamed of riding around in a huge fishing boat in the sky, trying to catch a monster of a fish with one of the large hooks for which the cemetery was named. Vingnir's tangent moved on to the theory that this was the reason all the hooks were in the cemetery - a fisherman in the sky had lost all of his hooks! Knowing deep down that what he said was nonsense, Vinny laughed to himself.

The demon weapon pulled out a little contraption he'd made earlier for class. It was a clockwork toy inspired by steampunk, which, in Vinny terms, meant something with a lot of gears on it. The contraption resembled a monster truck, in a way. Vingnir placed it on the part of the gravestone behind him, and touched a small button on its underside. Instantly the truck-toy started to whir, and gears could be seen turning. Soon afterwards, the contraption started to move, going slowly forward. Testing it, Vinny pulled out some rocks from his pocket and placed them in the toy's way. As if it had eyes the truck-toy seemed to anticipate the obstacle, and, revealing its hidden complexity, activated its sophistacted hydraulics system, which, in Vinny's terms, was a water gun and big suspension.

A stream of water blasted the rock a good metre from the truck, before growing in width. The pressure was too much for the truck-toy to sustain, and needed to be released in someway. Unfortunately, this meant that the truck-toy exploded.

Fragments of scrap metal and gears cascaded over Vinny and the gravestone he was sitting on, glancing the light and showering the demon weapon with sparkles. He laughed, his puerile glee and delight shining through almost as starkly as the lone sun in the sky above him.

Surprisingly, he was having a whale of time.

On his own.
In a cemetery.
Sitting on a grave.

[Inverno Costa]

Inverno and cemeteries had started to develop a rather strange connection. The first, and last time the white-haired boy went to a cemetery was to visit the grave of his murdered father, a victim of another Kishin Egg. It was at that moment that the hesitant Inverno had found a motivation to move to America, and study at Shibusen. That very visit, and that very revelation fueled him for one year of intense training under the eyes of the Death God himself.

And one year later, Inverno would once again visit a cemetery to potentially meet someone who would impact his career as an agent to Shibusen. . . .

As Inverno reached the gate to Hook Cemetery, the meister pulled out a folder from his book bag. Inside of the simple folder were a couple of documents relating to one of his peers. The staff of Shibusen had found a potential partner, and had given the young Meister information on the boy. His name was Vingnir Pulometis, the Demon Rocket Hammer. The information provided mostly dealt with his personality and physical capabilities. Extroverted, reckless, 'stupid', and loud were traits that Inverno paid the most attention to. From what he learned, opposing personality traits allowed teams to resonate easily, like an object fitting inside of an empty slot. As for his physical abilities, both of them were strong and slow, with little agility to their names. However, unlike Inverno, he was more of a tank, being able to take pain. As listed before, the Demon Rocket Hammer lacked intelligence. However, he was capable of tinkering, which would be helpful in some way. Inverno intended to balance it all out with his own intelligence and strategic ability. He was average in the stamina department, unlike Inverno who lacked it.

As the short teenager walked around the cemetery, he eventually spotted the tall teenager sitting on a long gravestone. With a deep breath, Inverno walked over to the Demon Weapon. Despite the fact that he didn't like to initiate conversations, preferring for the other person to approach him and start the conversation, Inverno heard that Vingnir would most likely have forgotten about that he was meeting Inverno for a possible partnership.

Finally being in arms reach of the tall weapon, the short meister tapped him on the arm, in order to get his attention. "Um, excuse me. . .", he started, obviously nervous about initiating a conversation with the taller teenager. "I. . I'm Inverno Costa, t-the meister who was supposed t-t-to meet you. . ." he stated to the teenager, stuttering in his nervous attempt to introduce himself and state his business.

[cloudman]

Vingnir was having so much fun that he didn't even hear the sound of the gate being unlocked. He was enjoying himself so much that he didn't hear the sound of lone footsteps steadily approaching. The object of glee was so prominent in his mind that he didn't notice the tapping sensation on his arm. Therefore, it came as a shock when an unfamiliar voice started to talk.

"Um, excuse me. . ." Vinny's laughter stopped abruptly; replaced with an expression of surprise and the sound of gasping. The demon weapon jumped back, which was no mean feat considering he was sitting down. His intentions resulted in him rolling onto his back, before rising unsteadily to his feet.

"I. . I'm Inverno Costa, t-the meister who was supposed t-t-to meet you. . ." Continued the voice, which now had a body to assosciate it with. A boy a little shorter than himself stood before him, with a shock of stark white hair to cover his head. Vingnir's face grew a smile again; this guy could be his friend! Wait a minute though...meister? Was that why he came to Hook Cemetery today? To the demon weapon it didn't really matter. To be honest, Vingnir only had one friend - Kate Bell - and anymore would be readily welcomed. Ignoring Inverno's apparent stutter (it was rude to point it out, as his father had told him), Vinny introduced himself also.

"Hi Inverno! I'm Vingnir, but you can call me Vinny." He said, the seemingly perpetual smile on his face growing somehow larger as he spoke. Vinny suddenly ran towards the lip of the tabular gravestone - how could he shake the guy's hand from the middle anyway? He lowered himself off of the grave with much clumsiness. However, the demon weapon seemed undeterred for that smile never diminished. Vingnir, after righting himself, offered his hand to shake.

"So, you're gonna be my meister, huh?" Said Vingnir. He sized up Inverno; taking in the meister in full scope. He seemed pretty cool, at least, from what the demon weapon had seen so far. A bit shy, but an apparent nice guy. Vinny tried to put on a contemptuous look, but ended up smiling stupidly. Tension suddenly became apparent...or at least, Vinny hoped it did.

He broke the silence.

"...Awesome!" Exclaimed Vingnir, striking the most awesome pose feasible with one hand on a newspaper. The lenses on his hat glinted in the sunlight, splitting the light and casting rainbows on most surfaces. This effect was most profound on the tiny fragments of metal around Vinny's feet and on the table-like gravestone; multiple dashes of the seven colours of the rainbow suddenly populated the cemetery. The rocket hammer remained oblivious to this, however.

"So, Inverno...do you like sculptures?" Said Vingnir, driving along the conversation. He'd acquired some red rhinstones recently, and the demon weapon thought they'd look perfect on a statuette of his new acquaintance...

[Inverno Costa]

Inverno noticed the weapon falling back. In his mind, several scenarios were playing in his head. Most of them dealing with him despising him, beating him up, mostly both. However, despite this, he stated his business to the taller weapon after he managed to get back to his feet. The teenager surprisingly smiled, it wasn't a grin of malice, but a cheerful one.

"Hi Inverno! I'm Vingnir, but you can call me Vinny.", greeted the Icelandic weapon, with a smile still on his face. So far, the situation wasn't going as he expected it after he fell down. Sure, the file stated that the boy was a friendly one, but Inverno was still nervous about the whole ordeal. But then, that could be blamed on his lack of interaction with other people. "So, you're gonna be my meister, huh?", he asked before he momentarily went silent. At this point, Inverno's heart was thumping. He was expecting the taller weapon to mock or laugh at him, whether it'd be for his lack of height, his nervousness, or some other factor.

"...Awesome!", exclaimed the weapon, breaking the silence. The Kishin-spawn sighed in relief at this response. So far, Vingnir wasn't such a bad guy at all. His first attempt at a weapon was a success so far. Even if he couldn't wield him in the end, they could at least be friends. "So, Inverno...do you like sculptures?", the goggled teenager asked Inverno. "Y-yes. . .", he told the weapon, a small smile shaping on his face.

"And s-s-sorry if I'm uh. . . not to t-talkative. . .", he told Vingnir, once again stuttering horribly. Even thought he was still stuttering, he was already beginning to warm up to his potential partner.

((Sorry if the post is so shitty XDD))