Maken pow:
"All right, the answer from federation is here. Gotta hope the news are positive." I told to myself as I sit on the armchair in my office and opened the official letter from Sensha-do Federation and began to read the thing. "Well, it could be better but I never expected it to be even a partial success as it is now." I continued my monolouge, looking over the decisive script.
"My Caudillo! Is something bothering you?" A light skinned girl with short and curly black hair, dressed in black stockings and t-shirt as a contradictio to her brown loafers and skirt to match her deep eyes known as Elena asked me, storming into my room with typical for Mexican group energy.
"Hahahah... No." I responded to her happly, waving the letter in my left hand and keeping my eyes at the window and the outside view of our school ship. "First things first, the feds denied endorsation of my LARPS ammunition, granting a production rights for military and individual purpouses in return." I explained the first matter at hand in casual style. "Second thing, as a matter of you being a stylish one and right here right now, I need you to take a look at our new Sensha-do uniform." I added, taking out six pictures with what was supposed to be our new clothing.
The uniform was composed of brown boots lenghted to the knee or halfway point between it and the ankle depending on the individual style choice, black cargo pants with buffed sides and white t-shirt under a green trench coat.
"The style is... Quirky." Elena said, perhabs hiding her initial disgust. "I know you wanted to have a unisex uniforms and that's what we have here, but... Whatever! This is still a good attire if we compare it to one Gregor High School has." She said with a change of tone mid-sentence.
"Speaking of Czechoslovakia wnnabees, I need you to inform your clan that I'm giving you fully legal and goverment-supported job of producing those LARPS tank shells of mine. For details ask Ministry of Defence. They have the schematics, blueprints and the rest." I shortly informed her, giving away my orders in a truly short style.
"Right away, Caudillo!" She responded with excitement, running out of my room and closing the doors behind herself.
"Anyways... The last day before our great debut is coming quicker than I anticipated. Better if I take the last condition and technique tests." I told myself as I moved up from the armchair and also left the building.
Andou pow:
"All right girls! Let's go and buy stuff!" Ella shouted as she dragged Angela by the arm into another store of the shopping mall in which we have been for at least an hour.
"You aren't coming?" Borina asked me from the side, taking the lolichop out of his mouth.
"I don't have to. All I really needed were clothes for a change and some food." I answered his question, looking at him with annoyance and arms nearly trembling under the weight of carried stuff. "By the way. Mind telling me a thing or two about Maken?" I asked him after a while of silently starring at him, causing him to develop goosebumps.
"He's a chaotic person. He drived himself up to the actual governence of this school so far at this point that he became it's actual director and owner." Borina begin to tell his part before Ininterrupted him with a finger put to his mouth.
"Wait! He is... The owner?!" I exclaimed in distressed manner, barely holding herself in one piece and place.
"First of all, let me actually help you." He responded calmly, taking out half of the shopping bags from my arms. "Much better. Secondly, yes. Playing on social tensions combined with constantly proved prowess, various solutions out of this world and deadly ammounts of passion are great combination for replacing the inefficient structures that caused more bad than good." He said in deep thought, propably carefully poicking his words.
"And what about his time at Bonple? Haven't he played Sensha-do here?" I asked him with a half tone lower voice, inflicting the secrecy of the question.
"Bonple, huh? Yeah he was there." Borina responded by making an uneasy smile. "For all I know he had more energy and talent than support. He also went over the edge while one of the argues against Jajka, ended up nearly slicing her cheeks in a old-fashioned duel on sabers and was forced to leave afterwards for a fair recompensation and return of his 'unwanted' tank.' " He explained the little details of the story, but still saved himself from telling too much.
"That's it? May I ask for more?" I asked him again, not letting myself go away without the additional informations.
"Let me think... If you accept the stuff outside of his backstory, then he takes his job waaay to seriously and has undiagnosed PTSD for reasons unknown for me and preety much everyone else. I can't help more even if I wanted to." He added out of necessity, at which I gave him a blank look.
"Thank anyway. For both types of help." I responded with a slight smile, looking down at my bags he volunteered to take.
"No problem girl! In Sudamericana we're all playing on the same team, regardless of our past, presence of future. Those ideas are fundaments of our identity, our... Little subculture, if you want to call it as such." Borina said with a slight smile as Ella and Angela came out of the shop with their own stuff packed in bags.
"Are you two lovebirds done by now?" Ella asked from the side, making me slightly blush.
"Don't be jealous! At least she isn't a gossip girl such as you." Driver of Bolivia team responded decisivly, making her flustered up to the limit.
"Anyways, let's get back to the school ship. We have a match to attend tomorrow." Angela said to end the heated situation, being si effective that immedieatly afterwards we returned to said place without any argie on the way.
Maken pow:
"Hello everyone! It's about time to compose a team on exposition match against the Jaktosoka." I announced at the early night to the giant crowd of fellow students that collected themselves at the plaza in front of the tank magazines. "Opponents have agreed with us to make this battle a fiveteen on fiveteen in a flag battle gamemode, so the ammount of you who will be playing in this match is lower than we all wanted but still big enough." I continued the talk as I spotted no negative reaction amidst the audience.
"Question!" A fair skinned boy with bald head and pair of black pilot goggles from XX century on his shallow grey eyes known as Mariano spoke up, to which I pointed at him and nodded decisivly, therefore allowing him to speak up. "How are the teams chosen?" He asked me with genuine curiosity in his voice.
"Glad you asked, my fellow humanist!" I exclaimed with joyous tone, making the gathering rise their heads and look back at me. "All teams and fractions within our school are sorted by the general score of how much and how good they perform at the Sensha-do trainings back in our school. Then from the general ranking of all students who participate in the training, the according group of people is picked up, depending on the requirement of the match. For example, now that we play against the Continuation High School, we will present our best Sensha-do teams in this battle from our ranks based on the teams you're composing in our school as if it was a soccer league, so people are picked up from the top one after one until the capacity is full. Also, I'll be reading the ammount od teams per each clan to make the thing easier and less personal." I continued the speech, going over the general idea of the team composition. "Anyways! It's about time to assemble the team for tomorrow!" I proclaimed with energetic shout, taking out earlier prepared list and a megaphone from my pockets with swift moves of my arms.
Narrator pow:
"Who is it?! Who is it?!" The crowd chanted in a way resembling the soccer fans as their leader begin to read the lines one after another.
"Brazilians field three teams!" Maken said the first phrase, to which the overwhelming sounds of vuvuzels and drums exploded in a rear-left section of the crowd.
"Whoa... These guys really are engaged." Beatrice said, as she and Regia watched the thing from the top of the six-store high flat.
"Don't blame them. The low masses need some entertainment so elites can sleep safely." Bahamian girl scoffed, as the sounds from below ended just as fast as they erupted.
"Puerto Rico, Honduras, Paraguay and Cuba field two!" Next information sounded from below, making even more loud noises from below.
"WRYYYYYYYYY!" A vampiric roar left the mouth of a bold, brown-haired teenager in a dark tracksuit known as Osvaldo.
"Pfft, Hondurians..." Beatrice scoffed on her own, observing the cheery gathering donw below going haywire.
"That's just mean from you, where are the aristocratic class and manners?" Regia scolder her, making a quick disciplinary action with short brown whip, hitting the concrete floor below her with loud snapping sound coming afterwards.
"That's just... Grrr... They're so infuriating! How am I supposed to stay calm when these baboons screech so much? How do you even do that?" Beatrice asked her counterpart while sounds down below went back to silence.
"I just know that I'm better than them. Being better includes staying above the common pests and keeping yourself with people of your desire. Beggars can't be choosers after all." General leader of Bahamian group responded to the question, making her go into the deep thought.
"Chile, Peru, Colombia and I field by one each! Congratulations everybody and see you on the battlefield!" Maken promptly ended the speech with the line of singular team owners, to which crowd went wild, feasting upon the honour they achived or shouting 'Caudillo!' over and over.
"Anyways, my beautiful self needs to sleep now, until we met again Beatrice." Regia said with somewhat satisfied voice as she left Beatrice alone at the top of the building and headed herself towards the stairs on the opposite side on which they both went up here earlier.
"Better than them..." Leader of French Guiana pounded over the advice from the Bahamian counterpart, looking down below at happy gathering that now played with themselves in a fairly typical latinoamerican fashion. "I'm better than them. No matter what. I will have myself go up on my own." She quietly told herself with hidden spite as she looked down on the crowd and then left them behind, going herself towards the staircase and then back to her own group.
Andou pow:
"So to conclude what I know right now, Maken is somewhat overengaged to make this school go up. But I still don't know why. Maybe the incoming matches against Continuation and Bonple will help me find more context." I whispered to myself in a secret manner as I was checking the news on the phone before going to sleep.
'Hey Rena! Mind if I tell you a little secret in exchange for a favor?" Suddenly a text from unknown contact came out, showcasing itself at the top of the screen.
"He knows my name and has an offer? That's just odd." I thought as I decided to respond to his offer.
'I guess I can, but only if you tell me who you are.' I texted him back, ddciding for a more cautious course of action.
'That means you'll have to make TWO little favors.' The anonymous contact responded, making me frown in annoyance. 'Don't worry. It's just the original one but done twice.' He quickly added, making me a little bit less annoyed.
'Fine, now who are you?' I texted him after a short while of thinking iver whenever or not I should be direct with demands.
'My name is Antonio and I represent the Sensha-do enthusiasts inisde the Dominican Republic group.' The guy responded, naming himself and the group he belonged to. 'We will talk over the details during the match with the Continuation High School. Meet ya at the stands!' He added shortly after.
'OK. Have a good night then.' I texted back before getting the likewise response.
"Good grief! At least this guy has what I need." I thought as I put the phone away and lied back-down on the deployed bed and went asleep, the next day was about to get very tiring if I had to guess.
Maken pow:
"My Pudel isn't going to do much on a wider scale." I told to myself as I ended the next technical trials of my diet Panther. "I guess I'll have to find myself a new tank before the tournament and modify it to the extreme. And I'll have to do do all of this fast." I added out of spite just to sparingly lash out before my phone begin to ring.
"And what are you offering me now, little buddy?" I jokingly asked as I took the smartphone up and answer the call.
"Caudillo! You won't believe how long tank we just found!" A loud noise of oddly obnoxious girl from Saint Lucia clan known as Adelaide sounded around, making me tilt my head away from the noise.
"Godspeed you magnificent model! Take the thing back to me in a instant and deal with all obstacles in the best available way." I gave away the order, partially excited about having the brand new thing delievered to me so soon.
"Aye, aye!" Cute voice from the cooperative partner gave me the confirmation of the news before effectively ending the call.
"Well, I hate to say it old friend but I don't want to stay in the past." I excused myself with a lowered head as I spoke to Pudel. "I mean, I know we had a lot of stuff going between us, shared history, memories, maybe even personalities... But I won't allow my past to overshadow the future of this school. Sudamericana relies on me and thursly I can't rely on you." I added with a slight remorse as I thought about the incoming future and what to do with my tank. "Jaktosoka will be a perfect opponent to give you at least partially grateful farewell, afterwards it will be all over..."
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