A/N- Bonjour, mon cheri ami! You know what? Number one, 'ami' isn't
plural, and number two, I don't know why I said that, being that I am
neither taking French, or are friends with anyone who does. Oh well, sure
sounds neat, huh? Because I am the evil person (or elf- take your pick) I
am, I will tell you what that means at the end of this chapter.
HA!!! *insane laughter**cough**weeze**gag* Er, yes. . . I think I'm done. Read on, my wonderful fans!
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The Leader looked up at Elwyn from behind brown hair, and a slight frown. This was Andrew, leader of the Magic the Gathering Outcasts, and what might turn into be the Four's only ally. Behind him, he was flanked by his advisors, followers, and other Outcasts who pledged their allegiance to him. In all, there was about twenty, twenty-five at the maximum.
"Andrew, the Four and the rest of the Orchestra are planning to wage a final war against the Nine and the Preps. We need allies, and we were wondering if you would lend us your help."
His second in command let out a derisive cough, and Elwyn had to resist getting up and strangling him. Gee, this being civil business was difficult. Andrew glared at him, and waved him away.
"And what makes you so sure that my help will be wanted?"
"Because you play cello in Orchestra, that's why. If you were to help us, it would make up for those. . . um, classes last year in which you popularity. . . dropped?"
Andrew paused. She had a point.
"What would we need?"
"All of the Outcast's help, and some wit, really. Do we have a deal?"
"Will there be compensation?" Elwyn gave an impatient sigh. "We weren't planning on it, no. But if you'd rather let the Preps remain in control of the school, don't help. Be my guest." Andrew grinned.
"I was joking, alright?" He stood up and faced the crowd of Outcasts. "Is their anyone among you who doesn't want to kick some Prep butt?"
You can't say he wasn't enthusiastic.
Dead silence. Andrew turned back to Elwyn.
"I guess we have an agreement then, El?" Elwyn stood up, smiling as well, and started to head for the door.
"Sure do. I'll write you with the information for a gathering before the battle." Andrew nodded his answer.
"Y'know, I hadn't even thought about compensation before then, but if you insist. .." he called after her.
"Andrew, I wouldn't push it."
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If only things were going so well with the Orchestra/ Band agreement. The Orchestra students were determined to fight on their own, and they had had no word from the Band about any kind of assistance. Sure, they would accept the Outsiders help, but not the Band members. Laura, Sarah, Rachel, and Elwyn were at their wit's end. To put it better, they were a bundle of nerves, and a bundle not tied to securely. The gathering was a day away, and all they had managed to come up with was chaos. The Four, plus Andrew minus Cindy were sitting in a dimly lit practice room, talking in quiet voices.
Laura sighed, looking at Andrew.
"So? What was you scouts report?"
Andrew shifted uncomfortably. "I'm afraid we have some bad news, guys."
The Four looked at each other warily. After days of uncertainty, it could get worse?
"What. . . ?"
"The Preps have a huge army, and-"
"THERE'S MORE?!?!?!?!"
Everyone looked at the usually silent Rachel. She blushed and coughed, motioning for him to continue.
"And, the Nine have disappeared. We've no idea where they are."
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A/N- AHHHHHH! Cliffy! I promise I'll update again reeeeaaaaaaaalllly soon! After all, I know the suspense is just *killing* you. . .
BTW, the French at the beginning says, "Hello, my dear friends."
Er, yes. . . excuse me. The asylum people say it's time for me to go back into my room and don my jacket.
HA!!! *insane laughter**cough**weeze**gag* Er, yes. . . I think I'm done. Read on, my wonderful fans!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The Leader looked up at Elwyn from behind brown hair, and a slight frown. This was Andrew, leader of the Magic the Gathering Outcasts, and what might turn into be the Four's only ally. Behind him, he was flanked by his advisors, followers, and other Outcasts who pledged their allegiance to him. In all, there was about twenty, twenty-five at the maximum.
"Andrew, the Four and the rest of the Orchestra are planning to wage a final war against the Nine and the Preps. We need allies, and we were wondering if you would lend us your help."
His second in command let out a derisive cough, and Elwyn had to resist getting up and strangling him. Gee, this being civil business was difficult. Andrew glared at him, and waved him away.
"And what makes you so sure that my help will be wanted?"
"Because you play cello in Orchestra, that's why. If you were to help us, it would make up for those. . . um, classes last year in which you popularity. . . dropped?"
Andrew paused. She had a point.
"What would we need?"
"All of the Outcast's help, and some wit, really. Do we have a deal?"
"Will there be compensation?" Elwyn gave an impatient sigh. "We weren't planning on it, no. But if you'd rather let the Preps remain in control of the school, don't help. Be my guest." Andrew grinned.
"I was joking, alright?" He stood up and faced the crowd of Outcasts. "Is their anyone among you who doesn't want to kick some Prep butt?"
You can't say he wasn't enthusiastic.
Dead silence. Andrew turned back to Elwyn.
"I guess we have an agreement then, El?" Elwyn stood up, smiling as well, and started to head for the door.
"Sure do. I'll write you with the information for a gathering before the battle." Andrew nodded his answer.
"Y'know, I hadn't even thought about compensation before then, but if you insist. .." he called after her.
"Andrew, I wouldn't push it."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
If only things were going so well with the Orchestra/ Band agreement. The Orchestra students were determined to fight on their own, and they had had no word from the Band about any kind of assistance. Sure, they would accept the Outsiders help, but not the Band members. Laura, Sarah, Rachel, and Elwyn were at their wit's end. To put it better, they were a bundle of nerves, and a bundle not tied to securely. The gathering was a day away, and all they had managed to come up with was chaos. The Four, plus Andrew minus Cindy were sitting in a dimly lit practice room, talking in quiet voices.
Laura sighed, looking at Andrew.
"So? What was you scouts report?"
Andrew shifted uncomfortably. "I'm afraid we have some bad news, guys."
The Four looked at each other warily. After days of uncertainty, it could get worse?
"What. . . ?"
"The Preps have a huge army, and-"
"THERE'S MORE?!?!?!?!"
Everyone looked at the usually silent Rachel. She blushed and coughed, motioning for him to continue.
"And, the Nine have disappeared. We've no idea where they are."
*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N- AHHHHHH! Cliffy! I promise I'll update again reeeeaaaaaaaalllly soon! After all, I know the suspense is just *killing* you. . .
BTW, the French at the beginning says, "Hello, my dear friends."
Er, yes. . . excuse me. The asylum people say it's time for me to go back into my room and don my jacket.