[Closed Log: Round 3, Monday]

[whitestknight]

Characters: Santana Lopez and Flynn Scifo
Format: actiontags
This log is: closed
Location: Conquest Prefects' HQ
Summary: Flynn makes prefect on his second day due to Yuri's party leader complex. Confusion reigns supreme.
Warnings: Santana.

[ so it had been a reasonably uneventful first day, no classes to teach or anything, right up until the moment that he'd gotten back from meeting Madoka and Santana had cornered him in the common room. 'Get your things, no-vowels, and report to headquarters. Don't even think of being late' had been her only explanation before she'd stalked off, and he had done as she said with a slight air of resignation. A career of choosing his battles carefully wasn't about to wear off now, after all.

'Headquarters' turns out to be a surprisingly picturesque single-story building off to the side of campus, amongst the gardens. He stops outside the porch, takes a deep breath, and goes to knock on the door. It's been ten minutes since she ordered him here. ]

Comments

[straightupzorra]

[oh she liked that]

Yes, yes I am your commanding officer, which means you have to do what I tell you. Hell, I could make you call me ma'am if I wanted.

[whitestknight]

If you wanted. [ the way he repeats it, he might as well have just said 'it would be a bad idea to force this'. ]

[straightupzorra]

Well lucky for you I think ma'am makes me sound like I have a stick up my ass, I'm not that stuck up.

Just a warning to ya, you're probably not going to like being a prefect. I like it, but I'm a natural bitch, this is my perfect role, and I get that you're all military following orders and stuff but this is different.

[whitestknight]

[ what a relief. :| ]

Believe me, I'm used to it.

[straightupzorra]

You have no idea what you're in for kid, no idea.

[whitestknight]

[ his brow creases, but the expected retort never comes. He'd rather not tell her about the horrors the nobles of Zaphias got away with with the blessings of the Imperial high command. ]

As much as that first part is true, I'm not a child.

[straightupzorra]

Oh yeah? How old are you anyway?

[whitestknight]

Twenty-one. [ and if the powers-that-be had waited just a month or so more, he'd be older still. ]

[straightupzorra]

[and then she proceeds to laugh in his face]

You've got to be kidding me. You look twelve.

[who cares if that's true of not]

[whitestknight]

[ he might even have been offended by that, if it wasn't the same thing he'd heard either whispered behind his back or said to his face by half the world. And now he's in a school uniform. ]

So young? I didn't realise it was that bad.

[straightupzorra]

[Yeah, the school uniform doesn't really help your case]

You hardly look like a man, how would any one trust you to protect them? People will hardly respect you as a prefect if you look so much like a baby.

[whitestknight]

I'm sorry to hear that, but respect and trust can both be earned.

[straightupzorra]

Well good luck with that, you've got a long way to go before you get either from me.