-Why?-
08 – You're Inapt
By Euphrosyne
"Tala, could you pass the salt?" The youngest boy extended a hand towards the captain.
Shaking the shaker, the redhead looked up as a body entered the room.
Agonizingly rubbing her shoulders, Rye acknowledged the others before grabbing a chair.
She jumped back onto her feet.
"Oww-ow, um, I mean, ah…I think I'll catch myself some coffee first."
"Jeez Rye, what the hell did you fall on?"
"Alright there Rye? Back pain? From training eh?"
"Yeah, um, rough training last night- afternoon- yesterday! I meant yesterday. Right, yesterday, that's what I said. Look, banana muffins!" She rubbed her stomach to signify hunger.
Someone change the subject.
A fork dropped, shifting the attention onto the captain.
Tala froze.
"Ay…ah, um, here's the salt, Ian." In exchange, the redhead received a container of milk.
Unconsciously, the girl transferred her gaze onto her food, picking at it with her fork.
"Better eat up, boy. Hear you've been promoted. You're training with the big boys now."
"Yeah, don't say I didn't warn you, Rye, but those guys love playing macho, picking on all the newbies during the shower. Just ignore'em and let it pass-"
Tala's milk carton bursted in his hand.
Huh? Something was up. Bryan could feel it.
Tension.
"Hey, who knows? If you're real good, maybe they'll make you one of us. I hate to admit it but Tala's a pretty goodleader, great at pinpointing those weaknesses then breaking you bit by bit with his moves-!"
"-I'm gonna go fix up Wolborg. I'll see you all later." The redhead nodded at his teammates before leaving the table, his eyes resting a little longer on the pale teen than they should have.
She nodded. "Yeah, later."
He left.
"Well, what do we have here? A female? Seems I underestimated our little captain after all." Voltaire smirked as the soundless video played before his eyes. "What do you think? Never intended to keep Rye alive, but it seems she'll make a pretty good fucking post. Would you give our Tala an A for performance?"
The blonde cross his arms before placing his feet on the man's counter. He rolled those electric turquoise eyes. "Pfft, I could do better. The girl would be begging on her knees…"
The senior laughed; the boy had wit. Maybe he was wrong about Boris's plans after all. "What do you suggest we do with this little advantage?"
"Neah, up to you, master."
"Haha, boy. That's what I like to hear. Do you believe in destiny? Seems fate's just throwing us luck. Even the moon and the stars are on our side…"
The boy shook his head ever so majestically. "No, I believe in free will. I make my future. I create the constellations."
The old man pleasantly nodded, shaking his finger in an impressed manner. "Good, good. That's very good."
Standing, the boy bowed before turning to leave.
"Where are you going?"
"I think it's time for me to make an appearance, maybe take a bang at the girl myself; let her know I know you know."
Voltaire cackled. "Alright child, but don't over do yourself, Alat. We have bigger things waiting for you up ahead."
The boy smirked. "Don't worry. I'm designed for perfection."
Peculiar name, no? (Hehehe)
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