Post by Dilaminous on Dec 2, 2010 9:56:43 GMT -5
Galbadia Garden was aching with anticipation, with every student excited about the upcoming event. The competitors had yet to be announced to us, so everyone was buzzing with the possibility that they might be somehow involved. Not that I could care. It was already bugging me. As far as I was concerned, every single one of these idiots were wannabes. So as I walked the halls, on my way to get something to eat, my usual posse was lagging behind. They too, seemed agitated by the overall good moods of the student body. The four associates that followed me around no matter where I ventured consisted of three guys and one girl. The girl’s name was Nisha, and at 5’4” and no more than 120lbs, one would, at first glance think her as your average girl. I knew the difference, for she was a firecracker, waiting to explode on anyone that crossed her. Look into her record and you’ll see, as she has the worst disciplinary record in the whole Garden. That’s why she was my favourite of my followers. She was the one that I could rely on to do my dirty work. I was clever in that way. Don’t get your hands dirty and you’ll never get any unwanted attention. A simple rule that kept my sheet as clean as any of the do-gooders that simply bugged the hell out of me. The lecturers, though; they seemed to know the truth, though they’d never prove it. Every day I felt their stares, just waiting for me to slip up, to reveal my true colours. Unfortunately for them, it had yet to happen. The three guys, their names were Lech, Hoto and Mitchell. Don’t ask me which was which because as far as I was concerned, they were pretty much the same guy. They all looked similar, having identical builds, hair cuts and dress sense. One of them had some sort of weird birth mark on his face, but as I said, I probably couldn’t tell you who was who.
Just outside the cafeteria, we bumped in to the clean cut kid that bugged me the most in Galbadia Garden. His name was Erik, and he did everything by the book, not to mention he was so far embedded up the Garden staff’s behind that he was always trying to help bust me. I looked him up and down, with my usual disdain clear on my face. He looked happy… It bugged me.
“What are you smiling about?” I asked, not making any effort to hide my dislike of him.
“I just have just been shown the line up for the Holy Mission.” He said, seeming as though I might actually care about that, or him for that matter.
“Well congratulations, I guess.” I said, in as mocking a tone as I could muster. “I guess you think you actually have a shot at winning, too?”
“Oh, I’m not the one who should be celebrating.” He replied, actually managing to spark my attention.
“Oh?” I asked, not wishing to sound too intrigued.
“You are.” He said, nearly laughing.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, not biting. Though it was true that my abilities were far beyond the no rest of the no hopers that Galbadia Garden had to offer, this didn’t mean the tutors cared too much for me. Though, as I said, I was never caught for any of my misdoings, that didn’t mean they liked me or appreciated me for that matter. It was common knowledge that I was a cheat too, though again, no evidence was found. “There is no way they’d show me that much favour.”
“Perhaps that’s not the case.” He said, with his smile growing wider. “Is it not possible that the level of competition might be too great for you and that they want to teach you a lesson?”
The thought that any level of competition could be too great for me was laughable. I was as adept a fighter as anyone I had seen up close, and in any form of combat I had tried, I could spar with the best of them. My instincts were great, so I didn’t feel as if any member of the competition would be anything other than a joke next to me.
“I guess that’s it then.” I replied, shrugging nonchalantly, pausing for effect. Then, I felt I would let my rabid ego out of its cage and show him exactly how I thought on the subject. “Or possibly it is because the tutors no, despite the fact that they hate to admit it, that I am the best chance that they have of having a Galbadia student win this competition. I mean, they didn’t pick you, did they? Did they pick anyone else from Galbadia?”
“Gresh.” He replied.
“But no one else?” I said, smugly.
“Maybe they picked Gresh to win, and you to punish.” He said, trying to stand his ground, though I knew I had him beaten.
“You are foolish if you think that’s why they picked me. Gresh is perhaps the only other student worthy of a place in that tournament. His pistol use is unparalleled.” I replied. “And as for me, well… You know exactly who I am.”
Having brushed him aside, I instructed my posse to follow me in to get something to eat. The Holy Mission was now a new thing on my mind, which I had not even considered before. As unexpected as it was, I knew it would be a good experience to help me improve my combat skills. I also relished in the idea of absolutely dominating someone, making them scream in agony, and being rewarded for it.
Just outside the cafeteria, we bumped in to the clean cut kid that bugged me the most in Galbadia Garden. His name was Erik, and he did everything by the book, not to mention he was so far embedded up the Garden staff’s behind that he was always trying to help bust me. I looked him up and down, with my usual disdain clear on my face. He looked happy… It bugged me.
“What are you smiling about?” I asked, not making any effort to hide my dislike of him.
“I just have just been shown the line up for the Holy Mission.” He said, seeming as though I might actually care about that, or him for that matter.
“Well congratulations, I guess.” I said, in as mocking a tone as I could muster. “I guess you think you actually have a shot at winning, too?”
“Oh, I’m not the one who should be celebrating.” He replied, actually managing to spark my attention.
“Oh?” I asked, not wishing to sound too intrigued.
“You are.” He said, nearly laughing.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, not biting. Though it was true that my abilities were far beyond the no rest of the no hopers that Galbadia Garden had to offer, this didn’t mean the tutors cared too much for me. Though, as I said, I was never caught for any of my misdoings, that didn’t mean they liked me or appreciated me for that matter. It was common knowledge that I was a cheat too, though again, no evidence was found. “There is no way they’d show me that much favour.”
“Perhaps that’s not the case.” He said, with his smile growing wider. “Is it not possible that the level of competition might be too great for you and that they want to teach you a lesson?”
The thought that any level of competition could be too great for me was laughable. I was as adept a fighter as anyone I had seen up close, and in any form of combat I had tried, I could spar with the best of them. My instincts were great, so I didn’t feel as if any member of the competition would be anything other than a joke next to me.
“I guess that’s it then.” I replied, shrugging nonchalantly, pausing for effect. Then, I felt I would let my rabid ego out of its cage and show him exactly how I thought on the subject. “Or possibly it is because the tutors no, despite the fact that they hate to admit it, that I am the best chance that they have of having a Galbadia student win this competition. I mean, they didn’t pick you, did they? Did they pick anyone else from Galbadia?”
“Gresh.” He replied.
“But no one else?” I said, smugly.
“Maybe they picked Gresh to win, and you to punish.” He said, trying to stand his ground, though I knew I had him beaten.
“You are foolish if you think that’s why they picked me. Gresh is perhaps the only other student worthy of a place in that tournament. His pistol use is unparalleled.” I replied. “And as for me, well… You know exactly who I am.”
Having brushed him aside, I instructed my posse to follow me in to get something to eat. The Holy Mission was now a new thing on my mind, which I had not even considered before. As unexpected as it was, I knew it would be a good experience to help me improve my combat skills. I also relished in the idea of absolutely dominating someone, making them scream in agony, and being rewarded for it.