Post by Meredith on Sept 5, 2015 17:31:23 GMT -5
Meredith stood in the center of the training room, one eye on the prefect she was training and the other on the cup of tea in her hand as she stirred it. She sighed and shook her head. So many students were in line for the open alpha and beta prefect positions, and she knew she needed to fill her team, but no one seemed to be even a little bit qualified. Most of the applicants were deluded about their own strength.
You're just being picky, Meredith told herself. But she had reason to be picky. She was hand-picking the individuals whom she was expected to trust with her life as they fought side-by-side. She was looking for her ride-or-die's. The people who would be next to her when she was inevitably cut down in battle someday. Nobody seemed good enough. I had my team, the prefect leader thought. She remembered the glory days of Seth Rosa, Christopher Deseley, Claw Algea, and herself as the Alpha Team. The team had already found its dynamics, strengths, weaknesses, and strategies, and they dominated in battle. Those who were not willing to abide by the school rules out of respect for Seth and Meredith were mostly willing to do so out of sheer fear of the Alpha Team's wrath. Of course, it didn't hurt that the prefect leader was her boyfriend. The level of love and trust between them set a tone for the team. It was special, and it was probably something the team would never have again. She wasn't planning on sleeping with any of her new recruits.
The prefect finished demonstrating his "sword mastery" for her and, at the end of his routine, accidentally dropped the sword. Meredith smiled and repressed a chuckle, resting two fingertips on her lips and tilting her head forward to hide the mix of endearment and amusement that was in her eyes.
"That was, um, very good," she said finally, once she was sure the laughter was sufficiently stuffed down her throat and back into her chest. "Thank you very much. I'll let you know, sweetie." It wasn't the kid's fault. He was only a seventh grader with some big ambitions, after all. She really should have been blaming the prefect in charge of screening the applicants for her for letting the kid's file slip into the maybes. Aside from the kid's age, sword mastery just wasn't a very ideal power for an alpha prefect. The elite squad was expected to be prepared to dash into combat at any moment, at all times. It wouldn't be feasible to expect the kid to have a sword that probably weighed as much as him on his body at all times, and it wouldn't be reasonable to let him run across campus to fetch his weapon and back if a fight broke out by the beach during rounds.
The boy sauntered out of the training room, and Meredith gestured for the prefect on her service, who promptly approached her and handed her the file of the next prefect who had an appointment for an interview and audition.
"Bring the next one in," she said with a nod, reading over the file as she waited.
"Hi, I'm Meredith," she introduced with a smile once the next applicant was standing in position in front of her. "Please state your name, abilities, and number of years you've been with the prefects for me, and we'll begin."
You're just being picky, Meredith told herself. But she had reason to be picky. She was hand-picking the individuals whom she was expected to trust with her life as they fought side-by-side. She was looking for her ride-or-die's. The people who would be next to her when she was inevitably cut down in battle someday. Nobody seemed good enough. I had my team, the prefect leader thought. She remembered the glory days of Seth Rosa, Christopher Deseley, Claw Algea, and herself as the Alpha Team. The team had already found its dynamics, strengths, weaknesses, and strategies, and they dominated in battle. Those who were not willing to abide by the school rules out of respect for Seth and Meredith were mostly willing to do so out of sheer fear of the Alpha Team's wrath. Of course, it didn't hurt that the prefect leader was her boyfriend. The level of love and trust between them set a tone for the team. It was special, and it was probably something the team would never have again. She wasn't planning on sleeping with any of her new recruits.
The prefect finished demonstrating his "sword mastery" for her and, at the end of his routine, accidentally dropped the sword. Meredith smiled and repressed a chuckle, resting two fingertips on her lips and tilting her head forward to hide the mix of endearment and amusement that was in her eyes.
"That was, um, very good," she said finally, once she was sure the laughter was sufficiently stuffed down her throat and back into her chest. "Thank you very much. I'll let you know, sweetie." It wasn't the kid's fault. He was only a seventh grader with some big ambitions, after all. She really should have been blaming the prefect in charge of screening the applicants for her for letting the kid's file slip into the maybes. Aside from the kid's age, sword mastery just wasn't a very ideal power for an alpha prefect. The elite squad was expected to be prepared to dash into combat at any moment, at all times. It wouldn't be feasible to expect the kid to have a sword that probably weighed as much as him on his body at all times, and it wouldn't be reasonable to let him run across campus to fetch his weapon and back if a fight broke out by the beach during rounds.
The boy sauntered out of the training room, and Meredith gestured for the prefect on her service, who promptly approached her and handed her the file of the next prefect who had an appointment for an interview and audition.
"Bring the next one in," she said with a nod, reading over the file as she waited.
"Hi, I'm Meredith," she introduced with a smile once the next applicant was standing in position in front of her. "Please state your name, abilities, and number of years you've been with the prefects for me, and we'll begin."