Realm of Opportunity

2-10: Playing With Fire

^^ Dorian, Being all Nonchalant ^^

--- Dorian ---

I left my mother's room, smiling and whistling a happy melody, and then left, searching down small Familia's that had grudges with each other.

My plan was simple. I'd told Loki 'a war game', but what I really wanted, was a 'Familia War.' Several different Familia's, all fighting different battles. I was going to make Four War Games, all at once.

I'd studied the Guild Rules, and the rules specifically stated that War Games were not singular, and didn't have to only be two Familia's. The rules clearly stated that a tournament style was applicable, as well as several other kinds...

I planned on setting up a set of Tournament Style Single and Double matches, between as many Familia's as I could.

A surprising amount of Familia's had some very bad beef with each other, so finding them wasn't hard.

I took notes, and then returned to Loki, who was with Finn, overseeing final preparations for the Expedition.

She looked at me side-long, and smirked. "Come back empty handed?" She taunted.

I smirked and held out my journal, open to the page with my plans. "Not quite."

She whistled gently. "Not just a War Game... you want an actual War..."

"Nothing more distracting to you Gods, right?" I grinned.

She nodded. "Indeed. Well done... make it happen, and we'll talk again."

I laughed. "Gods, so hard to impress." I took my journal back, and then closed it with a Final Snap.

---

The Chief Scribe stared at the plans I'd handed him, thinking deeply. I waited, as patient as any cheetah staring down a gazelle.

"So... have the Familia's signed off on this?"

"Not yet. I wanted your approval before I began, Sir. After all, as the Chief Scribe of the guild, it would fall on your shoulders to make this scenario a reality... and a reality that would Entertain the Gods, no less." I shrugged humbly.

He smiled a little, and licked his lip quickly, like a lizard. "I see... and you say that you want none of the credit?"

"Of course not... I am, after all, one of the contenders. I cannot possibly be a further part of the creation... though I stress that no details are changed in the slightest. I'm sure you understand the very lucrative scenario that will ensue, once I have won this tournament... and I will be sure to show my appreciation for those Grimoire's you so graciously rewarded me with." I smiled as my silken tongue went to work.

He hummed, completely guiltless at the offer of a bribe, sitting in the air. "Indeed... it will be very beneficial... and what's this, you've made?"

He points to the ranking system.

"Ah, yes. Basically, it wouldn't be very fair for a Lvl 5 to get into the ring with a Lvl 2, would it? It'd be over quickly, and no entertainment value..."

"Oh, true..." he nodded.

"So, instead, the Lvl 5 will enter the ring with two Lvl 4's from random Familia's, and the winner, (most likely one of the Level Four's, though it's technically the last one standing,) will fight the next battle, against two Lvl 3's. And so on. If, by the end, a Level 1 from Loki Familia wins... then so be it, I suppose..." I laid it out easily.

"Of course, this will need to be repeated?"

"Oh yes, several times... over the course of a week, I'd say. 'The Caesar Games', I'd call it, eh? And with the strongest Familia's out of the City on Expedition..." I smiled.