Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190618154203/@comment-26517142-20190929224135

"Broke free??" Maka looks at the rest in alarm. "Y-You mean she sprinted away?? Why would she do that?" Maka turns to Soul - who was surprisingly calm. "Soul?"

"Yep. I knew I smelled right the first time." Soul said towards the professor. "The girl... was in danger of having her entire being consumed by an invading soul. By the way you introduced us... you want us to help contain the threat?"

"Precisely." Stein fixed the glasses on his nose. "As Meisters who are dutifully charged with the ability to shephered malcontent souls... we're going to need you two to reap that soul. Am I right to count you two on that, Maka Albarn?"

"Y-YES!" Maka raises a mock salute. Stein brings his attention back to the rest of the group. He looks especially shocked at the presence of the dimensional tear. "You heard what I said. Also... that magic is new. You better teach me that when this is over."

"W-Wait a minute! If they reap the invasive soul... would it harm the girl as a result?" Buer asks in concern. Stein places a hand on his head knob and turns it. "As long as they only remove the malicious soul and not the girl's soul with it... it shouldn't be a problem. Also... (to Blanc) If need be.. I suggest you all try to not force the girl to fight. It might just further the infection as a defense mechanism. I can only advice... you do all means necessary to restrain her for the Meisters."

"Then... we will be counting on you two?" Aurelei asks as her head pokes out of the dimensional tear.

"Leave it to us!" Maka pushes a thumb to her flat chet, referring to herself and her partner Soul.

"Y-YOU WHAT?!!" shrieked Mine in her scrawny voice. "Are you SAYING I'd find it difficult to find a single weakness from you, and by sharing this weakness shows that you're pitying me?? WHY you--!!!"

Leone grabs Mine from the arms as the pink haired girl flails wildly. "For someone not entirely a kid you sure act like one. Grow up, Mine."

"SHUT up LEONE!!"

"Well, make yourselves at home for now, you two!" says the pompadour-haired Bulat as he sports a fashionable smile. "We can show you to the rooms you'll pitch in while you're staying. You can rest there if you need a time for yourselves."