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    "Maka... Thank you for saving us." Ringo bowed. The girl had led them to her disguised refuge home located far outside Death City.
    "You're welcome." Maka returned politely, glancing up at the ceiling lifted far from the ground. Her voice filled the spacious room. "Kishin or not, we are all on the same side against Ketsueki. I want to help you.”
    “... You’ve grown considerably.” The drummer mewed. “You were only a teenager when I last remember. How is Soul doing?”
    “I’m doing fine.” A grunt from the doorway greeted the group. He seemed to be the weapon that Maka wielded during the attack. A man stood—he had red eyes and spiky white hair.
    “Hey, I’d like you to meet the friends I made while I was in the other world!” Ringo looked up. “This is John, Paul, and George.” The three guitarists wave to the meister, confusion visible in their actions.
    “Greetings.” Maka bowed. “I am Maka Albarn. I attended DWMA with Ringo and his brothers.”
    “Hey…” George asked quietly. “Didn’t Ringo mention that you were the one who defeated his father… Asura?”
    “... Yes, I was the one.”
    “Impressive, don’t you agree?” Ringo murmured darkly. “I mean, you weren’t there… but it was a huge breakthrough for the academy when we finally rid him. But then… this happened.”
    “... He was yer father. Shouldn’t you resent this girl?” John mumbled, looking down blankly.
    “My father was a bad person. If he was ever human enough to be called that.” Ringo stared back calmly, seeming to sympathize… but his voice quickly turned to ice. “I understand that way of thinking, however. It’s a shame… you never got to know yours.”
    “Oi, oi oi oi!” Paul widened his eyes and nudged the drummer away, glancing at John just enough to see the older boy’s face twisted in pure horror. He turned back to Ringo. “List’n, we don’t know whotever went on with ye in this world, but you shouldn’t bring family matters into this! We have to defeat him!”
    “To hell with him!” Ringo spat, his personality growing colder with every word. “Don’t you understand? I’m not a h͝u̶̶m̸͞a̴͜n̵̕͢ and you shouldn’t speak to me like one! I was created to d̸͉͖͉̲ͤ́ͨ̏̏͐̾ͨ͟e̼̼̮̫̳͖͒̾ͧ̀̎̑̐͝͡s̸͓̣̟͖̖͙͒͑͋̑̿̀t̥̗͎ͥ͝r̷͔̠͙̭̩̭͈̰̓ͧͬ̀o̔̒ͬ͏̛̯y̴̸͖̣̲̜͎̓̂̾ͩ̄͢, and destroy is what I will do if yͫ̂͜ouͩ͌ͫͮ̎ ́͏k͆ͩĕ͛̔ͨ͊̚ě̽ͩ̓̐ͮp̸̏̿ͩ̏͗ͤ ̏̅̉͆t̒̿â̶ͣͧ̃lͤͥͮ̌͋̄̀kͥ̊̓̈̈ͯͤ͟iͣ͗̀n̽͝g̈͋ tͭ̏o̸̔̇ ̧mͭ̏̽͗̽e̾ ͬli̇̇̈́́̚k͊̐ͬ͋ͯ̍̌e͐͒́ ẗ́ͪ͂̓̄́̒hͣ͗̓̿ͤ̿͌a̒͒̊̾̑̊͗t̡ͩ͒̍̃̿!̡̓͋̽ͦ̒͗”
    “Ringo!” George choked in terror at this… creature in front of them. His scarves convulsed into the air above them, and three red eyes stared outwards, crazed with anger. The drummer was a horror show of himself—who is Ringo Starr? It couldn’t be this… this thing, could it?
    “C-calm down, Ritchie!” John panicked, eyeing the kishin in terror. The three guitarists backed away from him, and Maka glared silently. “I’ve gotta stop him…”
    “S̈ͣ̊̆ͪ͗̐T̍ͮͭAỲͩ̂̋ͮ̚ ̉̓Aͦ̐̏̀͆̈̌͠W̓͟A̔ͤ͌ͭY̽̄̀͗̑ͦ̒ ̶̈̿͒̈́͌F̅̂̐́ͮͣROͬͮ̋ͧ́Mͪ̍̄̾̿ ̴M̷͌ͫͦ͐̾̐Ẻ̃̓ͯ͢!̒̾ͯͯ̐” Ringo snarled, holding his arms up. “I͖̤̰͙'̨͓͚̪͎M̟̪̯ ̢̬̠̮͙N̸̗̘̖̭̠͈̰O̷̮̼͓T̼͇͕̝̣͍͠ ̻͇͍͎̼̜G̲͉O̜̯̘̙̱̱̟I̡̠̬̟N̛͙̺̥̳̲͙G̵̗͎͉͉̰͎͉ ͓̦͔̖̫̮̲͢T̡̠̣̳̗̪̥̦O̜͟ͅ ̨̙̯̥D̳̘͢O͏͚̻̝͖̮̮̟ ̡̟̟̲T͖̙̝̲̲̱̻H̲I̹S҉͍͈͔ ҉͈̜͖̟̺͈ͅA̮͈̱̠̬G̥A̬I̤͚͎͙ͅN͜!͠ Y͆̏͏͎̤͓̣̼̗Ô̚͏̝̺U̷̹̼̬̞̹̥̱̍ ̞̼̠̥̂̌̏̄ͭÇ̤̠̞A̛̮̙̝̟̝͂̃̎͋̂͐̍N̖̈́̈́ͧ͒ͮ̒'͕̣T̒͊ ͎̣̮̘ͥͧ̊̎ͦ̅M̞͕̪ͤ̃͡Ą͈̪̯͔͈͓͕̄ͦ̏͐K̙ͥͨͣḘ͈̻̦̘̍̃ ͖͕̘̜͔̒̄ͥḾE̳̒͂͂̇̊ͣ!̬̞̐̊̄ͮ̀”
    “Stay back…” Maka ordered the rest of the band. “He’s more dangerous than you think.” She took a step forward, green eyes shimmering in determination.
    “D̵̗̿́͌̽̐O̲͔̤̯N͏͓̠̗'̜̠̎T̫̦ͭ̈̇ ̢͔̔̌̂̊̃̚T̉ͬͫO͕̭̙͂ͮÛ̴̪̘̟́͒ͩ͗̓Cͥ̂̑ͦ̕H̴͍͎̯̦͇ͫ̉̈́̊̎̐ M̧̞̲̫̳͕̥͊ͯ͌Ě̊ͦ͏͓̠͚ͅ!̙͗̎̐͛̒̋̿͡ͅ” The kishin wailed. He outstretched his hand and sent the scarves diving in the meister's direction. Maka managed to dodge nimbly, despite that one of the blades nearly took off her light brown pigtails.
    “... Why?” She stared, motioning to Soul. “I don’t want to hurt you, Starr. But you are acting as a threat right now… I cannot let you hurt anyone. I… Soul… these people… We’re your friends. Transform!” In one swift motion, her partner morphed into a scythe in her hands.
    “T̀o̷ ́h̸́͞el͢ļ ̶͟͞w̕͜i̷̛̕t̛́͢h̶͢ ҉̧y̢͘͟o̷̴͝u!҉̕ ̢̛͞Y͡ǫ̛ư ̧ḩ͘ad̵̶ ̴͟i̶͘̕t̛͡ ͡͡ea̕sy̸͝!̵̨ ̷͜͠W҉̀h̶y ̸̀c̀͏͏a̵n͢͟͝'̢̛t ̧̧͢yơu̶̕ ͞҉̢j͡u̴s̷̡t͢ L̴҉͏̷ĘĄ̨̛͜V̶̴̡͞͞E̵͘ ̀͠M̶̵͘Ȩ́ ̧̛A҉̸L̢͡Ơ҉N̸͠É̶̶͘?͘̕͞͏!̵̵” Ringo shrieked, holding his hands up to his head and tugging relentlessly at his hair, which seemed to grow white at the locks as he did so. His scarves quickly hurled towards the girl.
     “Crap… I’m gonna have to disarm him!” Maka growled, swinging the scythe forward to counter the attack. She rushed forward, only to be rammed back by more of the quivering blades.
    “I ̕҉á̵̡ĺ̛r̕͢e̸̸͠a͟͠d̀y̶͡ ͜͜͠t̷̶̨o̢͠ld͜ ́҉y̷̸͠òu̸̵͟.͝.̸.̶͝ ̧S̶̨͟T̵͜͟À̷̡Ỳ̶͝ ͡AW͝AY̡ ͢F̶͡R̢̨̕OM̢ ́͠͠M͜͠E̷̷!́” The creature screamed and shook his head, launching his weapons upon the meister.
    “Ringo, stop it!” John called out, urging the kishin to stop.
    “I don’ understand… I’ve nev’r seen ‘im like this before…” George looked up at the drummer’s wretched smile.
    “D̵́͘͘͞Ơ̶̵͟͜Ǹ͜͢'͜҉̸̀T̀͘ ͢T̵̢͢A̸͜L̸̡̧͞K̴ ̶̛̛͟T̵̨͟Ǫ̡̨̛҉ ̨͢M̴̛̀́͞E̸͟͟!̶̡͘͡ ̸̨̕J͞͠U̷̶͟S̷̨͟͢T̢̨̀̕͠ ̵́̀͡D̢͡I̴͜͢E҉̕!̧̧́͞ ̧̢̀͝͞D̨̕I̶̡͞E̷҉͞!̛͠”He didn’t stop… he couldn’t stop. Endlessly did the scarves thrust into the ground, aiming towards Maka. However, the girl was far too experienced. After all...
    “I defeated your father. What makes you think you can win against me?!” She yowled, pointing the end of her scythe to his throat as she leapt upwards. She didn't care anymore, emersed in the spirit of war all those years ago.
    “Ķ̷EÉ͞P ̸TH̢̛́A̷̸͢T̴ ̕T̷͝͏H͟I̸͠͞N͢G͝ ͏̴Á̸W̵A̶͢Ỳ̧!̢͟”
    “Don’t hurt ‘im!” Paul looked up, tears of horror and confusion streaming from his eyes. “We need ‘im! He’s our friend!”
    “.́͟.͠͏. ̷͘͘Ĺ̶̵ò͢o҉͏k̷͢ ͏a̷̶t҉̀ ̷͠w̶h̴̕͝at̨ y̶̷͡o͞u̵͠'̨v͏̡͘e͜͟ ́͝d̡͢o̧̨n̶e͢.̨̢.͏.͞͝”
    The end of the scythe was plunged deep in Ringo’s darkened flesh. Black blood oozed from the wound. Maka didn’t lift her gaze from his red eyes.
    “You lost.” She growled.
    “I.͞҉̸.̴.̕ ̧l̶o̕͡s̸͟͞ţ.̀͠.͘͠͠.̀?̨͏” His pupils shifted towards her, a cold smile drifted across his face. “H̴a͏.҉.̨͜.̴̨ ̛͟h͏̵a̸ ͠͝͠h̕͟a̛.̢̛͘.̴̕.̛ ̸͢͠Hó̡w҉̶͢ ͜͢͢ş̴t͟͏r͘ąn͟ģ̡ȩ...͢͏͜ W͠ḩ҉ý̀ ̛d̢i͘̕d ̵y̴ou̷.͘͞͠.̨͜͞.̢?̛” His body convulsed and collapsed to the floor as the black blood fell with him, jerking against the pain a few more times before, at last, he stopped moving. Maka landed at a distance, watching as the scarves retracted into his skin until he was a simple shell, huddled lifelessly on the floor.

Description

    "Maka... Thank you for saving us." Ringo bowed. The girl had led them to her disguised refuge home located far outside Death City.
    "You're welcome." Maka returned politely, glancing up at the ceiling lifted far from the ground. Her voice filled the spacious room. "Kishin or not, we are all on the same side against Ketsueki. I want to help you.”
    “... You’ve grown considerably.” The drummer mewed. “You were only a teenager when I last remember. How is Soul doing?”
    “I’m doing fine.” A grunt from the doorway greeted the group. He seemed to be the weapon that Maka wielded during the attack. A man stood—he had red eyes and spiky white hair.
    “Hey, I’d like you to meet the friends I made while I was in the other world!” Ringo looked up. “This is John, Paul, and George.” The three guitarists wave to the meister, confusion visible in their actions.
    “Greetings.” Maka bowed. “I am Maka Albarn. I attended DWMA with Ringo and his brothers.”
    “Hey…” George asked quietly. “Didn’t Ringo mention that you were the one who defeated his father… Asura?”
    “... Yes, I was the one.”
    “Impressive, don’t you agree?” Ringo murmured darkly. “I mean, you weren’t there… but it was a huge breakthrough for the academy when we finally rid him. But then… this happened.”
    “... He was yer father. Shouldn’t you resent this girl?” John mumbled, looking down blankly.
    “My father was a bad person. If he was ever human enough to be called that.” Ringo stared back calmly, seeming to sympathize… but his voice quickly turned to ice. “I understand that way of thinking, however. It’s a shame… you never got to know yours.”
    “Oi, oi oi oi!” Paul widened his eyes and nudged the drummer away, glancing at John just enough to see the older boy’s face twisted in pure horror. He turned back to Ringo. “List’n, we don’t know whotever went on with ye in this world, but you shouldn’t bring family matters into this! We have to defeat him!”
    “To hell with him!” Ringo spat, his personality growing colder with every word. “Don’t you understand? I’m not a h͝u̶̶m̸͞a̴͜n̵̕͢ and you shouldn’t speak to me like one! I was created to d̸͉͖͉̲ͤ́ͨ̏̏͐̾ͨ͟e̼̼̮̫̳͖͒̾ͧ̀̎̑̐͝͡s̸͓̣̟͖̖͙͒͑͋̑̿̀t̥̗͎ͥ͝r̷͔̠͙̭̩̭͈̰̓ͧͬ̀o̔̒ͬ͏̛̯y̴̸͖̣̲̜͎̓̂̾ͩ̄͢, and destroy is what I will do if yͫ̂͜ouͩ͌ͫͮ̎ ́͏k͆ͩĕ͛̔ͨ͊̚ě̽ͩ̓̐ͮp̸̏̿ͩ̏͗ͤ ̏̅̉͆t̒̿â̶ͣͧ̃lͤͥͮ̌͋̄̀kͥ̊̓̈̈ͯͤ͟iͣ͗̀n̽͝g̈͋ tͭ̏o̸̔̇ ̧mͭ̏̽͗̽e̾ ͬli̇̇̈́́̚k͊̐ͬ͋ͯ̍̌e͐͒́ ẗ́ͪ͂̓̄́̒hͣ͗̓̿ͤ̿͌a̒͒̊̾̑̊͗t̡ͩ͒̍̃̿!̡̓͋̽ͦ̒͗”
    “Ringo!” George choked in terror at this… creature in front of them. His scarves convulsed into the air above them, and three red eyes stared outwards, crazed with anger. The drummer was a horror show of himself—who is Ringo Starr? It couldn’t be this… this thing, could it?
    “C-calm down, Ritchie!” John panicked, eyeing the kishin in terror. The three guitarists backed away from him, and Maka glared silently. “I’ve gotta stop him…”
    “S̈ͣ̊̆ͪ͗̐T̍ͮͭAỲͩ̂̋ͮ̚ ̉̓Aͦ̐̏̀͆̈̌͠W̓͟A̔ͤ͌ͭY̽̄̀͗̑ͦ̒ ̶̈̿͒̈́͌F̅̂̐́ͮͣROͬͮ̋ͧ́Mͪ̍̄̾̿ ̴M̷͌ͫͦ͐̾̐Ẻ̃̓ͯ͢!̒̾ͯͯ̐” Ringo snarled, holding his arms up. “I͖̤̰͙'̨͓͚̪͎M̟̪̯ ̢̬̠̮͙N̸̗̘̖̭̠͈̰O̷̮̼͓T̼͇͕̝̣͍͠ ̻͇͍͎̼̜G̲͉O̜̯̘̙̱̱̟I̡̠̬̟N̛͙̺̥̳̲͙G̵̗͎͉͉̰͎͉ ͓̦͔̖̫̮̲͢T̡̠̣̳̗̪̥̦O̜͟ͅ ̨̙̯̥D̳̘͢O͏͚̻̝͖̮̮̟ ̡̟̟̲T͖̙̝̲̲̱̻H̲I̹S҉͍͈͔ ҉͈̜͖̟̺͈ͅA̮͈̱̠̬G̥A̬I̤͚͎͙ͅN͜!͠ Y͆̏͏͎̤͓̣̼̗Ô̚͏̝̺U̷̹̼̬̞̹̥̱̍ ̞̼̠̥̂̌̏̄ͭÇ̤̠̞A̛̮̙̝̟̝͂̃̎͋̂͐̍N̖̈́̈́ͧ͒ͮ̒'͕̣T̒͊ ͎̣̮̘ͥͧ̊̎ͦ̅M̞͕̪ͤ̃͡Ą͈̪̯͔͈͓͕̄ͦ̏͐K̙ͥͨͣḘ͈̻̦̘̍̃ ͖͕̘̜͔̒̄ͥḾE̳̒͂͂̇̊ͣ!̬̞̐̊̄ͮ̀”
    “Stay back…” Maka ordered the rest of the band. “He’s more dangerous than you think.” She took a step forward, green eyes shimmering in determination.
    “D̵̗̿́͌̽̐O̲͔̤̯N͏͓̠̗'̜̠̎T̫̦ͭ̈̇ ̢͔̔̌̂̊̃̚T̉ͬͫO͕̭̙͂ͮÛ̴̪̘̟́͒ͩ͗̓Cͥ̂̑ͦ̕H̴͍͎̯̦͇ͫ̉̈́̊̎̐ M̧̞̲̫̳͕̥͊ͯ͌Ě̊ͦ͏͓̠͚ͅ!̙͗̎̐͛̒̋̿͡ͅ” The kishin wailed. He outstretched his hand and sent the scarves diving in the meister's direction. Maka managed to dodge nimbly, despite that one of the blades nearly took off her light brown pigtails.
    “... Why?” She stared, motioning to Soul. “I don’t want to hurt you, Starr. But you are acting as a threat right now… I cannot let you hurt anyone. I… Soul… these people… We’re your friends. Transform!” In one swift motion, her partner morphed into a scythe in her hands.
    “T̀o̷ ́h̸́͞el͢ļ ̶͟͞w̕͜i̷̛̕t̛́͢h̶͢ ҉̧y̢͘͟o̷̴͝u!҉̕ ̢̛͞Y͡ǫ̛ư ̧ḩ͘ad̵̶ ̴͟i̶͘̕t̛͡ ͡͡ea̕sy̸͝!̵̨ ̷͜͠W҉̀h̶y ̸̀c̀͏͏a̵n͢͟͝'̢̛t ̧̧͢yơu̶̕ ͞҉̢j͡u̴s̷̡t͢ L̴҉͏̷ĘĄ̨̛͜V̶̴̡͞͞E̵͘ ̀͠M̶̵͘Ȩ́ ̧̛A҉̸L̢͡Ơ҉N̸͠É̶̶͘?͘̕͞͏!̵̵” Ringo shrieked, holding his hands up to his head and tugging relentlessly at his hair, which seemed to grow white at the locks as he did so. His scarves quickly hurled towards the girl.
     “Crap… I’m gonna have to disarm him!” Maka growled, swinging the scythe forward to counter the attack. She rushed forward, only to be rammed back by more of the quivering blades.
    “I ̕҉á̵̡ĺ̛r̕͢e̸̸͠a͟͠d̀y̶͡ ͜͜͠t̷̶̨o̢͠ld͜ ́҉y̷̸͠òu̸̵͟.͝.̸.̶͝ ̧S̶̨͟T̵͜͟À̷̡Ỳ̶͝ ͡AW͝AY̡ ͢F̶͡R̢̨̕OM̢ ́͠͠M͜͠E̷̷!́” The creature screamed and shook his head, launching his weapons upon the meister.
    “Ringo, stop it!” John called out, urging the kishin to stop.
    “I don’ understand… I’ve nev’r seen ‘im like this before…” George looked up at the drummer’s wretched smile.
    “D̵́͘͘͞Ơ̶̵͟͜Ǹ͜͢'͜҉̸̀T̀͘ ͢T̵̢͢A̸͜L̸̡̧͞K̴ ̶̛̛͟T̵̨͟Ǫ̡̨̛҉ ̨͢M̴̛̀́͞E̸͟͟!̶̡͘͡ ̸̨̕J͞͠U̷̶͟S̷̨͟͢T̢̨̀̕͠ ̵́̀͡D̢͡I̴͜͢E҉̕!̧̧́͞ ̧̢̀͝͞D̨̕I̶̡͞E̷҉͞!̛͠”He didn’t stop… he couldn’t stop. Endlessly did the scarves thrust into the ground, aiming towards Maka. However, the girl was far too experienced. After all...
    “I defeated your father. What makes you think you can win against me?!” She yowled, pointing the end of her scythe to his throat as she leapt upwards. She didn't care anymore, emersed in the spirit of war all those years ago.
    “Ķ̷EÉ͞P ̸TH̢̛́A̷̸͢T̴ ̕T̷͝͏H͟I̸͠͞N͢G͝ ͏̴Á̸W̵A̶͢Ỳ̧!̢͟”
    “Don’t hurt ‘im!” Paul looked up, tears of horror and confusion streaming from his eyes. “We need ‘im! He’s our friend!”
    “.́͟.͠͏. ̷͘͘Ĺ̶̵ò͢o҉͏k̷͢ ͏a̷̶t҉̀ ̷͠w̶h̴̕͝at̨ y̶̷͡o͞u̵͠'̨v͏̡͘e͜͟ ́͝d̡͢o̧̨n̶e͢.̨̢.͏.͞͝”
    The end of the scythe was plunged deep in Ringo’s darkened flesh. Black blood oozed from the wound. Maka didn’t lift her gaze from his red eyes.
    “You lost.” She growled.
    “I.͞҉̸.̴.̕ ̧l̶o̕͡s̸͟͞ţ.̀͠.͘͠͠.̀?̨͏” His pupils shifted towards her, a cold smile drifted across his face. “H̴a͏.҉.̨͜.̴̨ ̛͟h͏̵a̸ ͠͝͠h̕͟a̛.̢̛͘.̴̕.̛ ̸͢͠Hó̡w҉̶͢ ͜͢͢ş̴t͟͏r͘ąn͟ģ̡ȩ...͢͏͜ W͠ḩ҉ý̀ ̛d̢i͘̕d ̵y̴ou̷.͘͞͠.̨͜͞.̢?̛” His body convulsed and collapsed to the floor as the black blood fell with him, jerking against the pain a few more times before, at last, he stopped moving. Maka landed at a distance, watching as the scarves retracted into his skin until he was a simple shell, huddled lifelessly on the floor.