《Warlord 6》Chapter 5
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A man climbs the stairs of the large center desk he looked at the crowd, thr banner flying over him waving the pierced dragon intimidatingly.
Osiris's eyes sparkle as she looks upon the figure. His slender short figure almost amusing to gaze upon, yet something just made him feel imposing despite that.
He stopped at the center of the desk looking down upon everyone, his eyes maroon and dark. Then he sat down......
And he disappeared behind the desk.
"Ppffftt" akira let out a chuckle. Of which Annya immediately slapped the back of his head which Sadoe and Hisoka both chuckled a bit.
"I'm just going to stand." The voice came over the desk.
The maroon eyes appeared again and he looked out at everyone again.
"First matter of order!"
Everyone gazed at him with anticipation, though we all knew what it was.
"Task Assignment!"
"Mhm."
The room rumbled for a moment but quiet down.
"We already had our pick of the crop so the rest of you go down your ranks to pick objectives." He said as two women wearing masks passed out a clipboard with many papers attached.
"Of course cream of the crop goes first, let's just hope something falls." Hisoka mumbled.
"Of course that relies on all the good missions not being stolen by the 154 other clans in the west."
"So we aren't doing anything cool again?!?" Daichi facepalms.
"Not yet unfortunately..... Once we are number one though, we can do whatever we want to do!!"
Daichi shot uo from his slumped over state shooting his fist into the air.
"And when we're the strongest we can beat anyone!"
Annya shot from here seat making the same motion.
"Yeah!"
Osiris chuckled.
After about an hour everyone selected their missions, Annya and Prototype ended up with some pretty low tier missions, of course being 155 of 200 on the western continent will do that.
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The girls with the masks turned back to the center table and disappeared behind it with the clipboards.
Kaido left and the girl from early took the stage in his place.
"Attention everyone Master Kaido had some business to attend to so I will finish the meeting in his place!"
. . .
"Okie dokie!"
"Next is the current standing top 10 clans from both continents!"
. . .
"Tough crowd...."
She turns around and one masked girl hands her a paper.
"Mhmhmhm!" She clears her throat.
"Number one is...."
"Us!"
"Clan Black Blood!"
. . .
"He.. He he.. Who would of guessed."
. . .
"Number two!"
"Clan Venuso!"
"Number three!"
"Clan Knoxman!"
"Number four!"
"Clan Indica!"
"Number Five"
"Clan Brandi!"
"Number six"
"Clan Wolfe!"
Number seven"
"Clan Morig!"
"Number eight"
"Clan Daimyo!"
"Number Nine"
"Clan prospective!"
....
"And number ten!!"
"Clan White fang!"
Everyone turns to the spot where ten should be. A very similar banner to that of Black bloods fly's there.
No one sitting there.
"Unfortunately they couldn't be here!"
The room rumbles again.
"We were informed weeks ago they wouldn't be here!!"
The room continues.
"THIS ISN'T FAIR!!"
the room quiets and turns to the voice.
"We worked our ass off to keep the tenth spot!"
"ehmm" the girl smirks
"Its a shame they worked harder!"
"We gonna let this happen?!?"
...
"Let a Black Blood duplicate clan-
The girl is on his table and him within a second. Needle in hand, pointing at his throat.
"That is a very serious accusation Odda!"
She chuckles.
"Have any evidence?"
He falls back out of his chair.
"Get this witch away from me!" He screams crawling against a pillar.
"The men of his clan draw their weapons."
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"All I asked for was evidence?" She puts her needle into her hair.
"That is a very serious accusation Mr. Bahwn!"
"We have non be gone western whore!" Yells another man at his table.
"Pity, nothing ever happens at these meetings."
She jumps off the desk and grabs her papers from a masked girl.
"If you have any inquiries about your rankings please talk to an assistant or check the big board in the lobby!"
....
"That concludes this months Clans Assembly!"
"Same old same old!"
"Shut it akira, be grateful we aren't in the minors anymore!!"
"We haven't been in the Minor's for FIVE years Annya!"
"Yeah still makes more money!"
Akira pauses
"Cat got your tongue Akira?" Sadoe laughed.
"I just think we been at this to long without a big break!"
"Yeah and we will get it." Hisoka mumbled
"YEAH THAT'S THE SPIRIT HISOKA!"
Hisoka's eyes flickered.
"OH COMMANDER YOU DIDN'T NEED TO BE SO FLATTERING!"
Everyone kept walking down the crowded road while he stood there. He hurried to catch up.
"Where's Sumiye?"
"Probably lost again!"
"Mindless witch...",
"Osiris and Daichi?"
"They went on a head, its their turn to make dinner for the clan!"
"Wonder how that's going?"
"DAICHI!!
"We are not having icecream for dinner!!!!"
"Too late."
Daichi stuffs his face full of ice cream.
"HUH?!?"
Daichi turns to Osiris his face still filled with ice cream. He smiles.
"WHY YOU LITTLE!"
Osiris bolts after daichi down the dorm hallway.
"And what do you suggest we have then "Chef" Osiris!"
"Lobster!"
She opens a pot, and a lobster comes shooting out grabbing her nose."
"Huh?!?"
. . .
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
She runs to the medbay, Daichi on the floor dying of laughter.
"You think its dead yet..." Osiris with her nose swollen says conjested.
"Wanta find out?"
Osiris turns to him frowns and grabs a oven mit. She reaches for the lid.
"HEY WE'RE BAAAAAaaaack!"
Osiris drops the lid to the side of pot and turns to them.
"What's up guys dinners almost rea- A lobster jumps out and grabs her cheek.
" AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She runs back to the medbay.
Daichi sits there eating a bowl of ice cream.
"Want some?"
The four members sit there in shock.
"I guess its ice cream for dinner!"
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