Shibusen's Scientist


[Personal Stein rp account from Soul Eater. READ IMPORTANT INFO/ABOUT. I do not do any rps with children/siblings/related family/lovers of Stein or for any canon.]

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[Status: Snark game still strong.]

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Alright, loggin off for the night

Sleep tight everyone

posted 4 hours ago with 1 note

I just realized that someone could call Stein Metal Head and it’d be legit

Metal Head

The dude has fucking metal inside his brain

Why has no one utilized this?

posted 4 hours ago with 2 notes
#ooc #shut up mun

Little Thing

jamesonandhotbrass:

clinicaldissection:

jamesonandhotbrass:

The skrawny little boy had to tip his head almost all the way back to see Stein’s face as he squinted up at him, head tipped in curiosity. “Whassat on your head?”

Hmm. He knew who that was just from the soul alone. But it was obvious Cayne didn’t recognize him. So…best to play along.

"A screw, Little One," he explained, squatting down to be at Cayne’s eye level.

"A screw?" Cayne looked positively baffled now. How could somebody have a screw in their head? "S’it a costume?"

"No. It’s 100% real," he stated, even tugging on it slightly—though not to the point of pain—to prove that it wasn’t a prop or anything.

bronzeguardian inquired:

Little Thing

bronzeguardian:

clinicaldissection:

bronzeguardian:

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"…Hallo…"

Nervously shifts his feet around.

A wink and a nod of his head. “Absolutely.” He dips a hand into his pocket briefly and pulls his hand out, curled around an object. “Now this is just for you, understand?”

He nodded a few times, holding out both his hands to receive whatever it was he was going to be given. He had only hoped it wasn’t some sort of cruel joke.

"…Ich understand, Herr."

He grinned once more, letting a small amulet drop from his fisted hand, dangling above the child’s hands for a moment before laying it- and the chain- in them. On the silver chain was the grinning head of a dragon. “Her name is Aasterinian. She is the patron of learning and invention.” Amoung other things.

When the gift dropped into his hand, he looked over at it curiously, eyes wide in wonder when he saw what it was. An amulet with a dragon and she had a name! He didn’t know that.

"Aa…Aast..erin…ian. Aasterinian," he managed after a minute or two.

The Patron of Learning and Invention…? He liked this dragon already, and for some reason the smile brought him comfort. He managed a small smile for once, holding the item close to his chest. A gift…for him…it was for him and he could actually hold on to it.

"Danke, Herr."

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#bronzeguardian

Little thing

jamesonandhotbrass:

clinicaldissection:

clinicaldissection:

(5 year old because reasons)

"…You look zo mad, Herr. Did ich do zomezhing vrong?” he asked, arms behind his back as he looked down sheepishly.

Huh…the man was actually nice. And even if Stein wouldn’t really admit it, he thought that he looked…kinda cool. Tough but it wasn’t mean. It really didn’t make sense to him, but he just felt somewhat safe around the stranger for some reason.

"…Mein name is Franken…und Ich am trying to ztay out of zhe adultz’ buzinezz, Herr," he responded, sighing slightly.

Franken… Jesus christ. There was no way there could be more than one person named Franken on the planet. But that didn’t matter right now really. What did was that he had a kid who seemed to think he was in everyones way on his hands. 

"Franken, huh? That’s a cool name." He nodded, shooting the kid a grin. "I’m Cayne. Who ya here with?"

The fact that there wasn’t any scorn or any overly hyped reactions to his name made Stein feel at ease, but still his stance was guarded and nervous. When you’re around strict adults who get on you for the slightest thing, it was hard not to.

He perked up lightly at the grin and the compliment, looking almost dumbfounded before he gained his wits about him once more, remembering to focus back into reality.

"No one," he admitted, looking around in fact to find literally no one around.

Of course, he stared at Cayne a little longer before he bluntly said, “You look ztrong.”


Little Thing

shadowofanassassin:

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shadowofanassassin:

"Hey!" She reaches up, failing, and just resorts to pointing.

    “That’s a really cool… Uh— Thing, mister!” Pan points to his screw.

"No no," he corrected, shaking his head.

"For the top of the foot, you don’t kick, you stomp as hard as you can. Like that bug that scares you and you want it dead."

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"Well— What if I don’t like to kill bugs?" Pan asks.

   She leans to look at his little picture.

"Do I still stomp hard?"

"Of course, Little One. Though if you don’t like to stomp bugs, think of something that you would like to stomp, and then pretend their foot is that," he offered.


Flaws

"I have the habit of thinking that I’m in everyone’s way in some way, shape, or form."

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#thefallenapprentice #The Doc Answers

Little Thing

jamesonandhotbrass:

The skrawny little boy had to tip his head almost all the way back to see Stein’s face as he squinted up at him, head tipped in curiosity. “Whassat on your head?”

Hmm. He knew who that was just from the soul alone. But it was obvious Cayne didn’t recognize him. So…best to play along.

"A screw, Little One," he explained, squatting down to be at Cayne’s eye level.

bronzeguardian inquired:

Little Thing

bronzeguardian:

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bronzeguardian:

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"…Hallo…"

Nervously shifts his feet around.

He shook his head, his smile growing faintly conspiratorial. “There’s no need for that, little one. In fact, I have something for you.”

The child simply tilted his head slightly in confusion, his hands dropping to his sides as he messed around with them once more.

"….A-Are you zure Ich kann be truzted vizh zomezhing?" he asked hesitantly.

A wink and a nod of his head. “Absolutely.” He dips a hand into his pocket briefly and pulls his hand out, curled around an object. “Now this is just for you, understand?”

He nodded a few times, holding out both his hands to receive whatever it was he was going to be given. He had only hoped it wasn’t some sort of cruel joke.

"…Ich understand, Herr."

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#bronzeguardian

A small child would appear, wearing garments that would obviously mark that of royal blood, waving nervously a bit. "H-Hallo ... "

charismatickinslayer:

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charismatickinslayer:

"Hello there, young one. Don’t be nervous. You’ve nothing to fear. Are you lost?" 

This man was rather formal…almost as if speaking to other royalty and yet he didn’t seem as cold as the rest. Still, the younger was rather anxious in general. But his parents said he needed to practice socializing…they never told him what to do if he got lost, really…just the basics.

"…Mein name ist Franken Stein, Herr," he said, closing his eyes as he expected some sort of scorn for the name.

His brow lowered just the slightest bit at the child’s manner. The poor boy had the skittish nature of one who had been abused or neglected. Keeping his smile in place and his voice friendly, he replied, “Franken. I see. Well Franken, I am Malek Adrem. There is no need for the honorific. You may simply call me Malek, if you wish. Now then, where are you heading, and when did you find yourself off of your path?” 

Malek, huh?? That was an interesting name. He seemed more or less focused on trying to word out the name so he wouldn’t mispronounce it.

"….Ma….lek….Malek….A…dr…em….Adrem. Herr Malek Adrem," he managed after a minute or two, nodding in satisfaction.

"Ich did nicth have ein particular plaze of deztinazion…Ich vas zimply told to ztay avay from zhe adultz becauze zhey had important matterz to attend to und I vas bozherzome…und Ich just vondered too far off. But…Ich do nicth zhink anyone haz noticed," he admitted, sighing slightly as he idly kicked his foot.


Flaws

"I have very low self esteem. But I think that one’s very obvious."

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#jamesonandhotbrass #The Doc Answers

Little Thing

shadowofanassassin:

clinicaldissection:

shadowofanassassin:

"Hey!" She reaches up, failing, and just resorts to pointing.

    “That’s a really cool… Uh— Thing, mister!” Pan points to his screw.

"Hmmm."

What to teach the little child? It was a good question indeed, though right now it was hard to think of what exactly would be good to teach. Finally he thought of something, setting her down, soon sitting down Indian Style.

"Well, one thing I can teach is weak points of the body. Even with training, every person has them," he stated.

Soon enough, he grabbed out a stick and made a drawing of a person but in a simple way so that the child could understand, starting to mark some areas.

"One of the things I’d recommend for you would be the tops of the feet, the shins, and—if you can manage it—the groin. Mostly used on males but it can work on a woman too if enough force is applied. Do you understand?"

Pan watches him. She settles down across from him, cross-legged as well. Eager to learn, she leans forward and stretches out her neck to listen. This was all good information. Whether or not she retained it was another thing.

   ”So….” Pan taps her chin.

"Kick them in the foot, the sh- shin and then the penis." She nods.

"No no," he corrected, shaking his head.

"For the top of the foot, you don’t kick, you stomp as hard as you can. Like that bug that scares you and you want it dead."


Little Thing

shadowofanassassin:

clinicaldissection:

shadowofanassassin:

"Hey!" She reaches up, failing, and just resorts to pointing.

    “That’s a really cool… Uh— Thing, mister!” Pan points to his screw.

Stein couldn’t help but chuckle at her enthusiasm, ruffling her hair in an affectionate manner.

"Little One, there are many things I could teach you right now."

Pan wiggles, getting patting the side of his screw. “Really? Like what?” She gasps.

   ”Teach me something!”

"Hmmm."

What to teach the little child? It was a good question indeed, though right now it was hard to think of what exactly would be good to teach. Finally he thought of something, setting her down, soon sitting down Indian Style.

"Well, one thing I can teach is weak points of the body. Even with training, every person has them," he stated.

Soon enough, he grabbed out a stick and made a drawing of a person but in a simple way so that the child could understand, starting to mark some areas.

"One of the things I’d recommend for you would be the tops of the feet, the shins, and—if you can manage it—the groin. Mostly used on males but it can work on a woman too if enough force is applied. Do you understand?"


Little thing

jamesonandhotbrass:

clinicaldissection:

clinicaldissection:

(5 year old because reasons)

"…You look zo mad, Herr. Did ich do zomezhing vrong?” he asked, arms behind his back as he looked down sheepishly.

Reassuring adults. He wasn’t used to that in the slightest. This was made obvious when the child seemed to flinch slightly when the other kneeled, as if expecting something else. Though when he found nothing but kind words, he relaxed slightly, nodding in response.

"If Ich cause you any….uhm…incon…inconfeninze…let me know, Herr, und Ivill remove mein zelf from your prezence," he mustered out, his gaze seeming to prefer the floor that he stood on.

Cayne frowned just a bit when the child flinched. That wasn’t good. Not in the slightest, even if he did relax. Kids shouldn’t be worried about being ‘inconveniences’ or worried about what adults were going to do to them. 

"No, no, you’re okay, promise. You got a name? And what’re you doin’ wanderin’ around out here by yourself, huh?"

Huh…the man was actually nice. And even if Stein wouldn’t really admit it, he thought that he looked…kinda cool. Tough but it wasn’t mean. It really didn’t make sense to him, but he just felt somewhat safe around the stranger for some reason.

"…Mein name is Franken…und Ich am trying to ztay out of zhe adultz’ buzinezz, Herr," he responded, sighing slightly.

Send me “Flaws” and my character will admit to a flaw they have. And if they can’t admit it themselves, the writer will out it for them.

the-write-ideas:

no this is not based on the Bastille song I am currently obsessed with how dare you accuse me of such a thing!

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#ask meme