A little late (Rick)

[beiga]

Beiga wasn't one to care too much about school. A place to lock up kids for hours a day was not her kind of thing. It was boring and she got very few things out of it. But then again, it wasn't like she was paying any attention during class or anything. She knew that she had to pay attention if she wanted a meister or to get better in battle.

She looked up the long staircase to get up to the academy. Really? She had to trek up all these stairs every day? Beiga rolled her eyes and started the daily voyage up to school. The damn thing took so long and every step made her want to give up and turn around. School wasn't worth the long haul.

Beiga could see the school get closer but she was still a little far away. She whipped out her phone and checked the time. 8:17 That was early for the slacker. She usually didn't get to the DWMA until at least nine.

Finally, she reached the top. Beiga let out a irked sigh and readjusted her goggles. She wasn't looking forward to getting a lecture from the teacher. The purple haired girl didn't even know what class she was supposed to be going to right now. Frustrated, the weapon sat down underneath the huge skull in the front of the school.

The only thing Beiga wanted to do was hike back down the stairs and go back to her lonely one room apartment. The comfort of her bed was all she craved at the moment. To lie with the covers pulled over her head, wrapped in the heat of the comforter. Ugh, that sounded so nice.

The second best thing at the moment was someone to spend this boring morning with someone else. Beiga was quiet, yes that was true, but that didn't mean that she didn't like company.

[Rick Fader]

"Fuck!", muttered a familiar blue-haired weapon as he approached the stairway towards Shibusen. Unlike most occasions, his speech was slightly slurred as he cursed out loud. And judging by the lack of any scent of alcohol on him, it was clear that the weapon didn't get a lick of sleep that night. Once again, it was one of those nights where he had decided to prioritize video games over anything important.

The Demon Chair himself was reduced to an unkempt mess. It was clear that he had showered, but had not bothered to do anything after that to his hair, now a frazzled mess. As usual, the weapon dressed casually for school, opting to wear what he usually wore for the most part. A teal hoodie, carelessly left open to expose a white t-shirt. A pair of blue jeans pulled haphazardly out of the dryer without any other form of care held onto him with a black belt. And finally, a pair of boots and fingerless gloves.

While the weapon dragged himself up the stairway, guzzling down a sizable mug of coffee along the way, he would find someone familiar. A scrawny girl with a pair of pilot's goggles. It was one of the newer students to the school. While he had never met her in person, he had heard of her through the grape vine. An electric weapon: two prods attached to one another by a cable.

Rick rolled up his right sleeve to check the time on his watch. "8:19!? Fuckin' piece of shit alarm clock. . .", muttered and slurred the weapon. He then looked back to the girl. "Fuck it. . . looks like I've got some time to kill. . .", muttered the weapon, who's classes didn't start until 9:00 as well. He considered starting a conversation with his fellow electric weapon, but he didn't know if she would be up for it.

"Thi. . this seat taken. . .", he asked the girl, slurring through his words tiredly along the way. While he awaited her response, he took a swig of his coffee.

[beiga]

The pavement felt cool against the backs of her legs. The weather was getting warmer as time ticked on but what else do you expect during the summer in the desert? It was still somewhat early in the morning though so the heat wasn't all that bad. Beiga knew that later in the day it was going to be sweltering though.

The purple haired girl heard someone coming up the long stairs. The weapon watched closely for the person to reveal themselves. After a few seconds, he did. A boy she had never met with hair the color of the sky. He was about her age and had a very casual look to him. Beiga had seen him around, it wasn't easy to forget someone who had such an unusual mop of hair. But she shouldn't be the one talking, it wasn't like purple was a natural hair color in most places.

She expected the boy to keep moving, knowing that school started promptly at seven. He didn't though, the other student walked straight towards her. Maybe he was going to go around her and in the door that was behind her.

"Thi. . this seat taken. . .", Wrong again... Beiga scooted over a little bit and patted the space next to her. The boy seemed tired, exhausted even, she was curious to know why.

"Hey have we met before?" Even though Beiga was curious about why he was tired. They had just met and it wasn't really her place to ask what could possibly be deemed as a personal question. That just wasn't how she rolled.

[Rick Fader]

As soon as Rick asked, she instead moved over and gestured Rick to take a seat. Once she finished patting down the pavement, Rick took a seat next to her, slumping. "Thanks. . .", he told the purple-haired girl tiredly. He tried hard in order not to just pass out right there. Clearly, the strong brew of black coffee was doing nothing for his sorry state.

The weapon tiredly retracted in a state of thought. But rather than anything about video games or shenanigans, aside from his all-nighter, the weapon was thinking about skipping classes. Hell, he was doing well in his classes, and hadn't missed a day this semester. Besides, he could make up for the work he'd miss today, right?

"Hey have we met before?", asked the girl. Her voice snapped Rick out of his state of thought, the weapon looking at the girl with exhausted eyes. "In passing, I guess. . . . but we haven't talked. . .", he told the girl, extending a hand. "But I've heard of you. Twin electric prods, right? I'm Rick Fader, electric chair. . ., he told her, extending the hand for a shake.

[beiga]

Beiga watched as the stranger sat down. He looked so tired that it took everything in her power not to walk the poor student back to his house for a nap. The guy could always just sleep in class, that's what she did when she didn't get enough sleep at night. Maybe she should stop doing that. Even though she should, she probably wouldn't.

He thanked her and she nodded back. Beiga awkwardly swept nonexistent dirt from her denim short-shorts. She adjusted her goggles again, making sure they were the perfect position on her face.

"In passing, I guess. . . . but we haven't talked. . .But I've heard of you. Twin electric prods, right? I'm Rick Fader, electric chair. . .," He knew about her? That was pretty cool in her eyes. Beiga didn't really think that many people really knew about her. Damn, she didn't even have a meister. The only available one was a magical animal and as cool as that was, she had to pass on having a cat wield her. But he was an electric chair, huh? That was a strange weapon to be but there were much more strange weapons around this place.

"I'm Beiga and I'm curious. How does an electric chair work on the battle field? Do you have a meister? Or are you on your own?" The girl would have dove deeper into the questions but she had only just met the kid...

[Rick Fader]

After Rick replied to the girl, he started to slowly doze off again, barely using willpower to stay awake. In his mind, he also contemplated just sleeping in class. But then, he was one of those students the teacher would pay special attention to, due to his troublesome ways. And there was no way in hell that they would let him sleeping in class slide. Still, they'd probably question why he wasn't there for classes that day.

"I'm Beiga and I'm curious. How does an electric chair work on the battle field? Do you have a meister? Or are you on your own?", asked the girl, once again snapping him out of his thoughts. Rick grinned as she asked this question. Rick was quite happy with being an Autonomous Weapon, being one of the few active ones under Shibusen's belt.

"I'm an Autonomous Weapon, just like Justin Law was. Though unfortunately, I'm not a Deathscythe yet. . . .", he told Beiga. "And I mostly use partial transformation in combat, though I could use my full form for a juicy fuckin' ground pound attack, or an insta-gibb, if I can set it up right. . .", he continued semi-excitedly. It seemed like the caffeine was finally kicking in, until he quickly reverted to a tired state hinged only by his will.

"Found a meister yet?", he asked her. Though he had found out about her through others, he wasn't too sure on whether or not she had a meister. If he could, he would probably end up trying to hook her up with one. Though he was pretty sure she had met that Laurant "fellow." While the two didn't like each other, due to Rick being a troublesome asshole, and Laurant having a perpetual stick shoved up his tiny ass, he was still curious about how he'd perform on the field.