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"What!" The entire, well almost entire, room yells. Everyone gapes at the BBA chairman. With the tournament only 4 months away, it seems kind of strange they would do something like this.
"Welllllll," Mercy says to rid of the strange silence that fell over the group "I hope ya'll have fun with that. I'll jus' be headin' ta my room." She quickly stands and takes two large strides to the door.
"Actually Mercury," Mr. Dickenson addresses her right as she was about to make a run for it. Said female greenette growls at the sound of her full name and shoots the elder Japanese man a cold glare that, like her twin's earlier one, rivals that of the Blitzkrieg Boys. Oliver tenses up; prepared to lunge at his sister to stop her from ripping the elder man's throat apart. Mr. Dickenson just smiles at the girl, unaware of the possible threat to his life, and continues. "I was thinking you could also join them. Even though you are not on a team I have heard your beyblading skills are phenomenal."
"Do you really think this a good idea Mr. Dickenson?" Tala asks cautiously; somewhat wondering if the BBA chairman is thinking rationally and somewhat worried because of the murderous look on the Frenchman's sister's face.
"Why yes Tala my boy. I think this is an absolutely perfect idea." Mr. Dickenson looks at the Russian and smiles.
Everyone is a little weary about this entire thing. None of them actually get along well. They have enough patience to tolerate each other for a while, but four months? Can any of them keep from murdering one another that long?
'Well, looks like my sister will be getting arrested before this is over.' Oliver slightly chuckles at his thought.
"This is amazing!" Enrique shouts while bolting out of his seat. "You can be on the team again Oliver! We will practice and when the tournament comes up we'll win for sure!" He turns to Oliver with a huge smile on his face. The teams are confused about this. They thought Oliver was already on the Majestics team. Did something happen that they don't know about?
"Yeah." Johnny agrees with his Italian team mate. "Oliver being back on the team will be awesome. It will be just that much harder for anyone to beat us." The other teams in the room roll their eyes at the European's over confidence, more like arrogance, in themselves.
"So, what do you say Oliver? Will you be on the team again?" Robert being the only one on his team to have the decency to asks.
'Of course he does.' Robert thinks to himself.
Oliver's violet-grey eyes focus down on the floor. THIS is what he's been dreading ever since Allen and Misty McGregor walked into the court house. "Idunno." He decides to mumbles. No one seems to hear it though.
"What did you say Oli?" Enrique questions.
The French's eyes go from the floor, to his friends, and to the window in less than a few seconds. "Idunno." Three European nobles gasp and stare wide eye at their friend, who had just done something no high class aristocrat has ever done: USED IMPROPER GRAMMER!
"You have to know something." Bryan yells already aggravated about the entire situation.
"Bet he knows he wants to stab ya." Mercy snaps at the lilac haired teen who just yelled at her brother. She hates when people yell at her brother. He is her brother. Only SHE is allowed to yell at him, and Trixie but she doesn't really count. "Or better yet, I'll do it for him."
"Mercy!" Oliver frightens everyone in the room by snapping at his twin.
"What?" She asks, completely dumbstruck.
Oliver shakes his head at her, well, herness and turns his attention to Robert. "I do not know if I want to be part of the team again. I have to think about it." With that he stands and leaves the room.
"I don't know any of ya so I'm leavin' to." Mercy says and stands. Her and her siblings exit the room.
"What's wrong with Oliver?" Tyson asks once all siblings have left the room. "Is he feeling bad because he didn't seem like himself?" Everyone knows that if Tyson saw it's pretty obvious.
"We have no idea. He came here and was like that." Johnny answers for his team. Their eyes travel to their parents who had somehow managed to stay quit the entire time. Once the others see this they follow the gazes. All eyes are soon on the parents of the Majestics.
"It's just a little faze I'm sure." Allen says as he stands. "He'll be out of it soon. Please stay here while we go discus some things." All of the adults follow the elder Scott out of the room.
The sitting area falls into silence. Everyone is trying to form their own hypothesis in their head about what caused this change in the Frenchman and why.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
"Should we try to figure what's made him like this?" Ray asks aloud.
"That does seem like the logical response." Robert answers the nekojinn. The teams start talking and telling their theories. They ranged from him just having a bad day to him being welcomed into a secret organization that's planning on stealing all of the world's cows, thereby, controlling the population(Made by Tyson).
"Have fun trying to figure out what's wrong with dumbass." Bryan laughs. His comment only earns him a death glare from Johnny and Enrique. "I have no plans on helping though." He stalks to the door to leave the room. Before he can Tala grabs his shoulder in a death grip.
"Not so fast Bryan. Maybe we should help. It's been a while since we've actually used our skills. They might come in handy to these idiots that know nothing of digging up dirt." Bryan growls at his team captain. He had no intention of spending any more time around these people then he needed to. Looking into the red head's eyes though, he sees Tala is serious about this.
'Did he notice something about the kid?' He questions himself. 'Of course he probably did. He does have excellent observation skills.'
"Fine." He gives up and places his self back onto a couch listening to the absurd ideas coming out of everyone's mouth. Glazing at Tala, Bryan catches his eyes and sees something knowing in them.
'Yep. He noticed something.'