The Ranch

Preparations (2)

While Kai is "hypnotizing" Tih to stay away from Phillip, back at the table Theodore nicks a piece of meat from Basile's tray and Basile gives him the side-eye.

"What? I'm a growing boy." He says with his mouth full. Theodore has already emptied two trays and is resorting to snatching others' foods. He already attempted Pierre, but had his hand brutally slapped away.

"Haven't you grown enough." Basile has to look up to meet eyes with Theodore.

"C'mon, just one more piece?" Theodore begs, using his puppy-like face to its full advantage.

"You know that doesn't work on me." Basile's expression remains neutral.

Those who didn't speak as much before, Lucien, Abel, and Basile seemed to have opened up a little after their sleepover.

"Here, have some of mine. I don't usually eat all my food anyhow." Sherlock moves a few slices of chicken cutlet to Theodore's tray.

"Give an inch and they take a mile." Victor warns from the side. The same situation had occurred when their group of aces first started eating together, the victim being Abel.

Ignoring the idiots next to him, Pierre looks over Lucien's screen,"How do you get your information?"

With that, Lucien goes into full-on ramble mode. Going into specifics that only those involved in the technological world would understand. His eyes glitter and his voice is a bit louder than usual.

Pierre cuts in,"Sorry but can you dumb it down a bit?" He admits to his own lack of knowledge.

Lucien visibly slouches, his voice quietens and becomes more monotone," The island has something like a communal gossip blog. I'm hacking into the stored data, the blog's history."

"Ohh, sounds like a good source of blackmail material." Pierre understands the jist. It's like Factbook or Instagama. He can hack into the service and find all relevant information on anyone.

Henri watches over the group of nine quietly with a warm smile, like a mother watching her children play.

Dinner takes a bit longer than usual, but they soon pack it up and head back to their dorms under the night sky.

Early in the morning, Sherlock, Victor, and Henri meet up to sort out all the information given by Lucien. An hour and a half of compiling and compacting concluded as the rest of the members arrive with breakfast trays. They hold the small meeting once all members sit around the table.

"Our potential competitors for the semi-finals and finals are Team Daleks, Team Gladiators, and Team Jörmungandr." Sherlock starts us off.

Victor continues, starting with the introduction of the Dalek's," They're not a threat. Half their team swam in yesterday's lava water and are out of commission."

"Their Remaining Member's Aren't Varied In Their Occupation." Henri twists his small, triangle-shaped beard. "Jörmungandr's Will Be A Strong Opposition If We Have To Face Off Against Their Whole Team."

"Not only that, but each individual in that team is relatively known amongst the soldiers. They each have a few achievements under their belt." Sherlock adds on with a frown. This team is quite worrying. If they were to face Jörmungandr in a power brawl, their team of lacking experience newbies would lose. But even if it's not a physical game...

"Their members also have varied occupations, with their captain being the owner of four green stars." Victor warns the group.

"Greens the lowest, right?"

Victor glances at Pierre," Don't underestimate him."

"The Gladiators Are Strong Opponents As Well." Henri starts off the last of the three.

"Led by Instructor Kane, his disciple make up the rest of the party and have all been personally trained by him."

"Because of that, they're not varied in their main occupations, but they do have other side hobbies. This one likes to grow herbs, this guy has been practicing blindfolded in the woods recently." Sherlock scrolls through the hologram in front of the group," This guy-"

"Ahem." Henri stops Sherlock from continuing to talk about the useless portions of info that Lucien dug up.

"Wait, so all of the Instructor's teammates are his disciples? What about his actual teammates?" Abel asks.

"..." Victor, Sherlock, and Henri glance between each other.

Henri's voice starts off delicate," The Instructor Has Lived On Here For A Number Of Years Already. Those Of His Generation Have Already Been Through Numerous Challenges. People Like Instructor Henri Are Considered The Strongest Of Their Generation To Still Be..." No more needs to be said. Most of the older generation's population have already died off. Islanders in their fifties can be considered a rare species.

The meeting continues with the three explaining the two stronger team's occupations, personalities, fighting styles, and habits if they dug up info on it. After the briefing ends, the group of ten head to the colosseum for the semi finals.