DtP

Daft listened closely. He knew Cole. More accurately, he knew Cole's Advisor and recent bodyguard, Eric. Eric himself was a former member of the Princes of The Universe. But then she began to explain she had a huge plan, Proceeding to drop the rest of the questionable books as she tried to sound appealing, so he would agree with her thinking and help her out, like when they first met. Sadly it would not work again that simply: Daft thought it was rather useless, selfish, and all around stupid to try and take the power from the third year president. What sense did it make? it'd cause a huge uproar with the students that could lead to violence. Could she really just take care of the entire school all by herself? such a feat only the Lady President Ramm S. Tein could hope to do. So many things wrong with this plan…especially once Eric Intervened.

She started running for the A/V Room, and ran past her, trying to move slowly so she could catch up. His speed and agility would have put any gymnast to shame, as he maintained distance to reply to what Ramm said about the third year president's power.

"That's the stupidest fuckin' thing I've ever heard." Daft responded bluntly. "No One Needs to have all that power, 'specially not you, Miss Tein. The Clock's tickin, I've just been countin' the hours, and you can only think of getting more power when your current seating in the school fink corporation is fine just the way it is? I bet a weak-ass wigger just punched a football player about now. And that's nowhere as stupid as this plan."

"You are unusually negative, Daft." She told him, completely cold to the fact that he had just indirectly called her stupid. "I haven't even told you the entire plan, but you're condemning it right off the bat. That's poor manners. Give me the benefit of the doubt." She had some trouble keeping up with his pace, mostly due to her being so much shorter than him. She had an unnerving feeling that he was trying to make her give up on her plan, but she wasn't going to. It was the best plan they had so far, and if he didn't like it... It would probably all fall apart. Still, she hadn't hired him for his brains, that much was sure.

They were reaching their destination, and Ramm wondered if anyone would even be there. She had given both Meat and Cynic a choice, and she was anxious to find out what they had decided. Stopping in front of the door to the A/V room, a small smile curled her lips. She turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. Her eyes fell upon Meat, who apparently had been waiting for them to arrive. "Hi there!" She said, her smile growing bigger.

Meat looked at his watch, they were running a bit late. He turned on some light and investigated the A/V room. It was a small square room, all painted in a weird yellow colour. It was so fake and cheap, like it was too old, and filled with dust even before they painted it on. Televisions, machines, wires, wrenches and various odds and ends where floating all over the place. It seemed strange that it was all stashed up here, behind an unlocked and unsecured door. But then again, none of it probably worked, so why would anyone steal it? He sat down on an old television. It was black, dusty and box shaped, but it turned out to be a surprisingly good chair. He picked up a odd remote and looked at it out of boredom, wondering when they would stop by. For Meat it was kind of weird being on time, usually he would be the one that was late.

He could hear voices in the distance, so he looked over at the door. It opened up, and Ramm and Daft stepped into the small room. Ramm greeted him and smiled. Meat laid down the remote and greeted her back "Hallo there" He looked dawn at all the books she was carrying. "That’s an awful lot of books you have there. where did you steal those?" He smiled at her teasingly and pointed over at another old TV, and a stack of video machines. "Take a seat, they are very dusty, but actually quite comfy anyway" Then his attention turned to Daft, and his face and voice took on a more serious tone. "So are we waiting for Cynic? or should we just start. I'm quite curious about your plan Ramm. I know I'm probably just muscle power, but I would still like to know"

Meat awaited her answer. He didn't really know what to say to Daft, he had just required new information, and he wasn't sure what to believe now.

"Whatever. Still Fuckin' Stupid, considering the intelligent leader we know as Lady Ramm S. Tein."

Daft hopped down onto a TV, and looked at meat, glancing quickly back at Ramm to make sure she was listening.

"I'm seeing a major problem here with madam president's plan." He spoke softly. "See, the third years' president is guarded and given advice by a young man: One me and Meat know well. A Man who we beat, then got beaten by. He later began to lead us both into battle. God damnit, this guy I'm talking about…I can't even say his bloody name out loud: I think he might hear us…"

he just took off his hat to reveal his messy hair, and pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand.

"He's gotten higher up than when we last saw him, Meat…found out just before I talked to Ramm 'bout these books. She had to bring up wanting to get more power. Dumb plan, I know, but fuck. We have to figure out a way to ace his ass…"

She squinted her eyes slightly as Daft spoke, and even though nothing good would come of it, she still had a very strong desire to hurl bricks after his head. She did not like being called stupid. She looked at them as they sat there, on each their tv, and plopped down on the floor in front of them.

"Listen to me." She said, the words passing over her lips, almost sounding like the hiss of snakes. She spread the books out before her, and turned each to the page she wanted Daft and Meat to see. "My dad used to lead this place. I know more about the rules of this place than anyone else. It's like a state of it's own, like the vatican. I know of the rules that were, of those that still are, but most importantly," She held a brief pause, mostly for the dramatic effect. "I know about the rules that the board just hid away and forgot about." She pushed a book towards them, this one with a picture of a flyer from long ago on one page and a picture of over 150 people on the opposite page.

"THE GOU HIGH FIGHTING CHALLENGE!" Stood at the top of the flyer. It was an advertisement for a competition in which the winner was promised fabulous prizes and fame everlasting. The rule seemed to be that the last man standing was the winner. Those on the picture looked to be young, strong men, athletic and talented. They looked proud and every single one of them grinned at the camera. "This picture was taken before the competition started." Ramm said, as she turned the page to another picture, this one of that year's winner. He was held up by crutches, and his face was bruised and filled with small cuts. Beside him was a trophy almost as tall as him (and he was a tall guy). It was filled to the brim with cash, and some of the money had fallen out and lay on the floor around the trophy. Medals hung on his chest but the most interesting thing was what the caption said. "It says here that the winner, this guy, has won ultimate reign over the school. That means he could do whatever he wanted around here, except killing and raping and maiming people. No one likes those things." Ramm explained.

"In this competition, some people died. When you have two combatants and neither of them will give up, stuff like that happens. But in the start everyone had to sign a contract stating that if they died, the school couldn't be held accountable, and that no one could sue for any damage. With a little bit of tweaking, this could be optimized. Now, the reason why I need to talk to the third year's president is this: Only the supreme president can order the competition started. And that means having the other two presidents sign their titles over to me. As soon as that happens, no board can stop the competition, unfortunately the people who make up the board are my dad, some others, and then there's the majority who are the parents of weather reporters or bribed by the weather reporters who have rich parents in the board, so they're not going to help a whole lot.”

She looked at Daft, her eyes revealing how she was hell-bent on this. ”Tell me who he is, your old friend, or at least where we can talk about this.” She commanded, while she bared her teeth in a less than friendly smile. ”One of you two are going to become the winner, and you'll be rich, famous, and most importantly: No one will ever bug you for anything again.”

"The fighting challenge huh?" Meat cracked a smile and looked up. He lit a smoke and took a long drag, then he slowly continued. "I Hear that last time it was held, a student got killed. Murdered in front of his very classmates. The guy committing the murder didn't mean to of course, but there were just blood everywhere. Thereafter the school sort of went undercover with it. I mean how are you supposed to have a honourable tournament, when there will always be psychos, just entering for the kill. Meat was now pointing his cigarette at Ramm, talking directly to her with a very serious look in his eyes. "Do you really want to revive the Gou high fighting challenge? I mean a lots of students have threatened with it before, but that was all it ever was, just empty threats of small men trying to come by power. But to actually do it?" He paused and took another long drag." If we are gonna do it, I'm gonna beat up every single one of those weather reporters to get to the top.” He now pointed at Daft. “And I expect you to do the same"

"I don't know exactly what dragged us so far apart, and I don't really care. I don't care if you despite me, but I'm going to fight you. Not because I need to, but because I want to. I've always wanted to see which of us was the strongest and most capable. And to do that in an honourable match, I don't see why not. Okay so she didn't convince at first, but there is something about what she says, I mean to fight every one of those damn weather reporters, legally on school grounds. Its not the best deal, but its definitely not the worst either." He then turned back to Ramm. "So what do we do? I can beat up some guys for you, I mean that's what I'm good at. But how do we get you supreme? You are already the first years president.. Arent you ?” Sometimes it really showed how little Meat knew about the school he went to every single day, but he had never really cared.

"I'm not sure if rich and famous suits me. But to get people of my back would be awesome."

Daft looked over the poster. He didn't want to show it off, but he had some extreme interest in pummeling the living daylights out of the poor son of a bitch that crossed his path, and get the school back. It would be so much easier to clear out the bloody high school clean swept of all baddies. He'd get a fine trophy of pure, solid gold, which he could probably use for his next beer chugging contest. Plus he'd get the money that was loaded in the trophy, which would allow him to move on out of the high school, probably out to the big city where he could either buy himself an apartment and live off an underground fighting ring or something crazy like that in order to survive, and he could retire with all his crimson cash into a tricked out apartment where he could just sit on his wrinkly ass and watch the paint dry, or television, if it improved some time in the future in terms of its programming. Plus, he could see Meat's new power. And if it was enough to challenge him like the old days, then they could get back together. He did recall mention previously of a tag team challenge of sorts from the second year students. Hell, maybe Ramm would wear a dress. But the best thing to come out of it was the fact no one would screw with him.

"Don't ever ask whether or not I'll fight in a competition where you die 'fer losin,' Ramm. You know my answer. But then there's the matter of A Mr. Eric Rakim, possibly the 'King' of the universe.

But then came the awful questioning by Ramm on his 'old friend.' And Meat just smoked off the warning about Eric. "That fuckin' fool…" Daft thought to himself. "Doesn't he remember Eric?…The guy we beat together, then the guy who proceeded to train himself rigorously, and kick our asses?…The Guy who went from a muscular giant to a gentleman towards people, high school political advisor, and one of the 'Death God' third year students. The one man besides Meat I could probably give a shit about…" This guy, who easily earned the trust of the other two presidents besides little Miss Tein before him. The one whose skills were gauged by level: The first was like his own, the amazing acrobatics seamlessly fitting in with the all natural skills of being a hand to hand monster. Like those chinese martial artists. Eric was currently so powerful, he didn't even need to use his first level of ability in order to challenge someone like Daft or Meat. A simple fist to the face, or feet to your side would be crippling enough to make a guy beg for a wheelchair, or to be confined to bed for the rest of their lives, when nothing was seriously damaged. The searing, infinitely unending explosion a delinquent like Eric could pull off was even under surveillance by the local Mafia, whom he'd once planned on joining, before he'd suddenly announced his decision to become an honor student, and work as a simple architect or something, at the same time continuing to study the martial arts, and hopefully also open his own school, where he could also spread some of his philosophy and better himself as well.

"Eric Rakim…" Said Daft simply. "Eric Rakim is the advisor of the third years' President Cole. He was a former member of the princes 'fore he stepped out like the resta' us, followin' his own path, ya know? anyways, he's a dangerous dude. It took me and Meat together to stomp his ass on the curb. But then he came back twice as strong and aced our asses. Even after that he took up Chinese Kenpo and was easily one of the toughest delinquents around. Odds are if you wanna start this tournament, he'll be in for it, with Cole watching. The only problem I see with you tryin' to take over Cole's domain is Eric's Stake in it all. He's probably got himself a nice spot in the school government, beatin' up any clowns that don't agree with him or Coley boy, and takin' part in crucial decisions that affect the school. Try to go for more power, HIS power, and the mousetrap'll snap, get it? He'll Ram you up the ass, Ramm. So watch your step as long as you try to pull this shit."

Daft proceeded to remove his coat, and turned his head to Meat.

"Then we better start trainin' man. I know we're rivals for now, but It wouldn't hurt to fix up old wounds by workin' out in the same gym, I guess…Might make you less of a suspect somehow."

... They were actually considering doing this. They didn't object. She looked at each of their faced as they looked at the poster, and somehow it seemed like thoughts of a future as the winner formed inside their heads. Ramm had only thought that this could work because everyone seemed so bloodthirsty, they all had a whole lot to prove to each other, and themselves most importantly.

But Daft's description of Eric scared her. She knew that Cole wasn't much of a challenge, it would be a simple battle of politics. Whoever could confuse the other fastest would win, and promises could easily be made, and just as easily broken. She got the impression that Cole only had power because Eric could use him to his advantage. It was scary how the school worked in reality, but Ramm had never thought that other schools worked any differently. Daft spoke for a few minutes, and then turned to Meat. She looked at them for a short moment before she stood up and with her hands on her palms asked more questions.

"You wouldn't happen to know if he has any weaknesses?" She said, as she looked to the ground and a small wrinkle appeared between her eyebrows. "Like, is he an alcoholic, is he addicted to sex or skittles, does kittens make his heart melt? Or is he only possible to get through to if you beat him?"

"Who doesn't like skittles?" Meat smiled and looked up at Ramm. "I don't know if he drinks, I mean he probably does, but I don't think it matters here. I don't know if he likes kittens either, and I don't really see how we can use sex against him. Unless you have something planned of course" He smiled at Ramm, it somehow amused him to tease her like that. But since the mood didn't really allow it, he cleared his throat and continued. "We have to find a weakness, I agree to that. But unfortunately I don't know him that well anymore, and last time I saw him, I was busy getting my ass kicked. Just ask Daft he was there too. Actually Maybe he knows more, but I couldn't tell you really.

"I'm gonna hit the Gym later. Because if we do this, I got to hit as hard as I used to. And I look forward to see you there too Daft." But as for right now I actually dont know what to do. Should I get more information from those weather reporters, or should I just lay low for now?. He lit a smoke and awaited their response.