@serpentsbreakdown I have done it! A scene from Untitled Trigun / Soul Eater crossover! Will be posted in shifts because tumblr has obnoxious character-limits (It didn't used to have them).
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“So, how did your last battle with Millions Knives go?”
Vash refused to look Lord Death eye-to-mask, keeping his gaze downward. His shoulders were slumped and his general demeanor said it all. His meister, Meryl, stood by his side and his friends Milly and Wolfwood stood behind him. Milly was allowing Wolfwood to lean on her shoulder – they both looked exhausted and Death knew that Wolfwood tried to use his healing-factor sparingly. He was likely to be alright with a little rest. Vash looked positively in grief.
The Shinigami had been consulting with Spirt Albarn and Justin Law – the latter awaiting an assignment. His attention through his mirror had been upon his son and his partners and so he had not tracked the Outlaws.
Many of the students and faculty alike (the “Outlaws” were an adult-group) worked in trio-teams that could do a team-resonance with one another on the big jobs. There was one pair that was notably absent, but Lord Death did not sense anything about their souls being on their way to him or having been eaten by the enemy and so he assumed they must merely be elsewhere. As if Nicholas D. Wolfwood could read his thoughts, he chimed in.
“Don’t worry about Brad and Luida, they’re just cleanin’ up. Told us to get Vash back here right away, ‘cause Spikey’s positively catatonic after what happened.”
Spirit walked off to one of the emptier sides of the Death Room, near the lefthand graveyard, tapping at a listening device in one ear, through which he was receiving a report. Justin stayed at the rightmost side, observing everything but hearing nothing as the music from his headphones was loud enough to create background music to this whole affair. Nicholas wondered why the younger priest wasn’t deaf – or maybe he was, partially. Justin, for his part, wondered why the older priest hadn’t gotten lung cancer yet – he smoked even more than Stein did. Perhaps it was because they’d belonged to different orders, but the two always gave each other the side-eye when they’d encountered each other, although the occasionally got along when talking about motorcycle-maintaince.
(Cont.)
