Grand Battle High

Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.

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Soft: Smile, for god's sake.

Heh. Eheeheeeheeheeaahaahaha. AhhaaahahahaahahahHAAHAAHEEEHEEEHEEEHEHEEE.

You needed that.

STUFF STUFF STUFF

Wooah! You can only do so many things at once! Besides, you still need to go on your way to class! You can't just skip it because that's bad so anything that needs doing (like punishing puny little peeping tom door-jumpers) will have to wait for later! Sheesh! Okay, one at a time.

> Continue your epic struggle to pair up your biggest challenge yet: Yourself

Hah. No way. A big meddler like you can't just go off and get a boyfriend just like that. Think of all the lives that would go unmeddled when you're busy with just one guy. Besides, nobody's good enough for you.

>You need to get that Maxwell kid to ignore his friend until the dance and get him to go out with the most popular girl in school, then he'll realize his true feelings for his friend at the actual dance.

You bring up your mental shipping wall (because every top-notch meddler has a shipping wall) and your knowledge of everybody ever and go through this plan as you walk to class. Yes, yes, this sounds cliche enough to work. Though that green queenie is toooooottally out of hat boy's league. And she doesn't even go to classes anyways so you don't particularly like the idea of hanging out around her. But almost just as popular is that white-hair goggles girl. (As opposed to the doctor goggles girl.) You bet you could easily pair them up. Later though. Sometime in-between classes.

Try to pair up Sirius with someone.

As you walk into class, you absent-mindedly set an apple on The Wordsmith's desk. Prancy-feet-feathery-wings was not exactly easy to place on your shipping wall, but you eventually decided upon doctor-goggles-science-girl. Mostly because it was sort of ironic considering their names. Their actual names, not the really weird and long nicknames you make up for people.

"Hey there."

Soft: hurry up and get that senior Vexmagog to pick a lady. The key word there being a.

What do you know, furball god is here. He's looking at several of the Wordsmith's specialized lesson plan for each student, trying to figure out if switching them around would be what the Wordsmith would expect or not. (Last time he opened another student's lesson plan that wasn't his, some really bad things happened so he's been rather careful about messing around with them ever since.) However, you can tell that he's sort of paying attention to you.

You don't like hanging about with gods because of their attitude problem and their power that backs it up, but you are definitely not afraid to nag them. Which is what you'll do right now. Though, we're talking a friggin' god here. You'll have to at least be polite about it.



"Hey, furball, stop messing around with so many little girls!"

"Subtle as ever, I see. And stop making me sound like a pedophile."

"Jeez, are you ever gonna settle down?"

"Iunno. What, jealous?"

Hm, this nagging session doesn't seem to make a particular impact. Though actually you completely expected this.

What now? Class is just about ready to start. You don't want to leave off your nagging session like this, but then again, it's most likely going to be completely useless.

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Moral of the story: I suck at perspective.