Post by SoCalDrag on Dec 30, 2010 20:09:22 GMT -5
--Century High School, Financial District, 2011 September 1, 12:30 PM –
Lunch today was like any other lunch. Students were separated into different blocs, and cafeteria ladies still serving the same processed food from last year. The trio sat down at their normal table, one which faces the harbor.
“So Jakie, how was your first day of classes?” asked Trixie.
“Hmmm. It was OK. Got to make fun of some Freshies, do some of my AP Calc AB Homework, yeah, life SUCKS LIKE HELL!!!” seethed Jake, “First, I had English, where I failed the summer reading assignment, then Chem and AP Calc, which are totally dull, and then AP US History was a repeat of what happened in English. After this I’ve got Mandarin 3, where I have a surprise test tomorrow and I don’t know half the sh*t…”
“Shhhhh. We get the point,” said Trixie in an attempt to stop Jake from ratting on.
“Ah, Asian boy in Mandarin 3 only?” Spud asked ever so innocently.
“ And chill out Jakie, just remember you’re not the only one with these classes to conquer… I got AP Bio notes to do… 3 chapters in one night. There’s also this flower dissection thing I have to do,” Trixie looked as if she was ready to jump out the window into the strret, “And look at Spud. He’s got 5 APs out of 6 periods,” Trixie said reassuringly.
“That’s because he’s some genius that finishes every subject 15 minutes each. And AP Bio? Trixie, you the man!!! Or woman. Wait.
That didn’t sound right. But that does explain the flowers you have. ”
Suddenly, out of nowhere, someone behind the three friends tapped Jake on the shoulder.
“Um, is anyone sitting here?” the person asked, pointing to an empty seat next to Jake, “there’s a backpack on it, so…”
“Nah, go ahead, that’s my backpack,” Jake replied, and turned around to see an Asian boy standing casually behind him. He was wearing thin glasses, normal school clothes, and was the same height as Jake. His hair was jet black, un-gelled. His backpack, though, looked twice as heavy. “Haven’t seen you around before, you new here?”
“Yup, I’m Joshua Fong, or Josh, just got here a month ago.”
“So what are you taking this year? Can’t get any harder than Spud’s schedule, he’s a 5 AP man.”
“Uhhh, OK,” Josh stuttered, as he was not expecting such a question, “AP Calc BC, AP Government, AP Mandarin…”
“Hey look Jake, there’s finally someone more Asian than you,” Spud began.
“SHUT… UP… SPUD!!!” both Jake and Trixie lashed out.
“Hey. Would you be willing to help me prepare for a Mandarin test tomorrow? It would be a great help to me,” Jake inquired,
“I’m not trying to take advantage of you or anything; I’m just real desperate right now.”
“Sure, I don’t have anything to do tomorrow anyway, so… yeah. Cool,” Josh replied, surprised that he would fit in so quickly. On the other hand, Josh felt that Jake was taking advantage of him, but he finally decided that this was worth three new friends.
“Oh, and there’s an Asian Fail on your neck, Spud,” Josh added in calm observance.
“Asian fail? A B? I don’t have a B in anything. B. Hmm… BEE!!! BEE IN MY SHIRT!!! AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!! GET THAT FLOWER AWAY FROM ME, WOMAN!!!”
--Dragon Council New York Branch, Water St, 5 PM—
“Uh, Gramps, aren’t we supposed to be in Draco?” asked Jake, as the two human and dog walk/crawled into an office on the 48th story of a skyscraper.
“Well kid, the island was mysteriously attacked two weeks ago. The Dragon Council is now in hiding in Tokyo,” Fu dog replied.
“We will be having a web-teleconference through a secure line,” Gramps added.
“And exactly how does web-conferencing qualify as being ‘secure’? What server are you using?”
“ooVoo,” replied Gramps, as the three began the teleconference,
“Jake, you already know the leaders of the Dragon Council, I would like to introduce you to Councilor Leung, Councilor Chang’s replacement as the Dragon of Asia.”
“Good afternoon everybody,” Councilor Leung acknowledged, “We heard that someone has a story of great importance, please begin.”
Jake retold how the evil mermaids attacked and stole the glowing orb from the Statue of Liberty in great detail.
“Seriously, those evil mermaids could fly. And the ringleader was like, harassing me.” Jake shivered as if the room was 30 degrees as he recalled the horrifying mutated entity.
“Hey kid, you never told me that. And exactly how did she…” Fu said cunningly, while nudging Jake ever so slightly. Gramps gave Fu a stern glare.
“This is bad news,” said Councilor Klude, “this means California is clearly making aggressive moves against the magical community. We received information one month ago from our undercover in Los Angeles; a government branch, Allied Coalition Exterminators, or ACE, is bent on destroying the magical world and has a master plan. They use both magical and human weapons, making them extremely hard to defeat.”
“In other words, it’s like the Huntsclan came back to life, except they’re funded by the government,” Councilor Andam blurted, attempting to emphasize to Jake the severity of the issue.
“Because of that, we decided to increase the security level in many countries across the world,” Councilor Omina said. Seeing that Jake had question marks flowing out of his head, she added,
“As you already know, magical protectors are assigned a country in which he/she protects, but we have decided to further create more districts so as to cover a wider area. As an example, China had the Chinese Dragon, but now, there is a Southern Chinese Dragon, centered in Guangzhou, and a Northern Chinese Dragon, based in Beijing. And since the United States, like China, is a pretty large country…”
“Awww man, I’m not gonna be the Am Drag anymore? But that’s not fair!!!” Jake complained.
“This is a sacrifice you must make for magical society as a whole. And you’ll still be in charge of New York…” Gramps said as he patted Jake on the back.
“Don’t worry Jake,” Councilor Klude reassured, “Aside from your sister, the only other dragon in America is in California. And since California is now its own nation, he is now the Californian Dragon. Which according to the bylaws, you can keep your title.”
“Well, unfortunately, we received information from our spy two months ago; the Cal Drag was slain by the ACE in a genetic experiment to make stronger armor,” Councilor Leung cut in, “We have been able to find a replacement, but he’s not a dragon. We refer to him as the ‘Western Protector,’ and will be in charge of the Western United States, including California. Not like you can respond to anything incidents there quickly anyway…”
“Awww man. That’s like calling me the Am Drag, but only the protector of half the country. Wait. If this guy’s not a dragon, then what is he?” Jake enquired in frustration.
“Oooo. Why are we ratting about this whole ‘title’ thing when our world is at risk?” Councilor Kukulkan exclaimed in an exasperated tone, “Jake, you will be training along with this new ‘Western’ protector to enhance the ability for both of you to fight against the Republic effectively. Lao Shi, I think you received a letter regarding this matter an hour ago. He will be staying at your shop for the meantime.”
“Yes,” Gramps replied with a little bow.
“You still haven’t answered the kid’s question,” Fu cut in, realizing Jake’s question had gone ignored.
“He’s a phoenix,” Councilor Andam replied, “You will have to find out more about him when you meet him in person. Good luck to you. That is all.” The two sides logged off ooVoo, logging in a short 10 minutes. There was a brief moment of silence. Suddenly,
Jake threw his hands into the air in great distress, and buried his head in his hands.
“Jake, you must understand the sacrifices that must be…” Gramps began.
“Oh, shut up with your Communist ideals, I get the point.”
Lunch today was like any other lunch. Students were separated into different blocs, and cafeteria ladies still serving the same processed food from last year. The trio sat down at their normal table, one which faces the harbor.
“So Jakie, how was your first day of classes?” asked Trixie.
“Hmmm. It was OK. Got to make fun of some Freshies, do some of my AP Calc AB Homework, yeah, life SUCKS LIKE HELL!!!” seethed Jake, “First, I had English, where I failed the summer reading assignment, then Chem and AP Calc, which are totally dull, and then AP US History was a repeat of what happened in English. After this I’ve got Mandarin 3, where I have a surprise test tomorrow and I don’t know half the sh*t…”
“Shhhhh. We get the point,” said Trixie in an attempt to stop Jake from ratting on.
“Ah, Asian boy in Mandarin 3 only?” Spud asked ever so innocently.
“ And chill out Jakie, just remember you’re not the only one with these classes to conquer… I got AP Bio notes to do… 3 chapters in one night. There’s also this flower dissection thing I have to do,” Trixie looked as if she was ready to jump out the window into the strret, “And look at Spud. He’s got 5 APs out of 6 periods,” Trixie said reassuringly.
“That’s because he’s some genius that finishes every subject 15 minutes each. And AP Bio? Trixie, you the man!!! Or woman. Wait.
That didn’t sound right. But that does explain the flowers you have. ”
Suddenly, out of nowhere, someone behind the three friends tapped Jake on the shoulder.
“Um, is anyone sitting here?” the person asked, pointing to an empty seat next to Jake, “there’s a backpack on it, so…”
“Nah, go ahead, that’s my backpack,” Jake replied, and turned around to see an Asian boy standing casually behind him. He was wearing thin glasses, normal school clothes, and was the same height as Jake. His hair was jet black, un-gelled. His backpack, though, looked twice as heavy. “Haven’t seen you around before, you new here?”
“Yup, I’m Joshua Fong, or Josh, just got here a month ago.”
“So what are you taking this year? Can’t get any harder than Spud’s schedule, he’s a 5 AP man.”
“Uhhh, OK,” Josh stuttered, as he was not expecting such a question, “AP Calc BC, AP Government, AP Mandarin…”
“Hey look Jake, there’s finally someone more Asian than you,” Spud began.
“SHUT… UP… SPUD!!!” both Jake and Trixie lashed out.
“Hey. Would you be willing to help me prepare for a Mandarin test tomorrow? It would be a great help to me,” Jake inquired,
“I’m not trying to take advantage of you or anything; I’m just real desperate right now.”
“Sure, I don’t have anything to do tomorrow anyway, so… yeah. Cool,” Josh replied, surprised that he would fit in so quickly. On the other hand, Josh felt that Jake was taking advantage of him, but he finally decided that this was worth three new friends.
“Oh, and there’s an Asian Fail on your neck, Spud,” Josh added in calm observance.
“Asian fail? A B? I don’t have a B in anything. B. Hmm… BEE!!! BEE IN MY SHIRT!!! AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!! GET THAT FLOWER AWAY FROM ME, WOMAN!!!”
--Dragon Council New York Branch, Water St, 5 PM—
“Uh, Gramps, aren’t we supposed to be in Draco?” asked Jake, as the two human and dog walk/crawled into an office on the 48th story of a skyscraper.
“Well kid, the island was mysteriously attacked two weeks ago. The Dragon Council is now in hiding in Tokyo,” Fu dog replied.
“We will be having a web-teleconference through a secure line,” Gramps added.
“And exactly how does web-conferencing qualify as being ‘secure’? What server are you using?”
“ooVoo,” replied Gramps, as the three began the teleconference,
“Jake, you already know the leaders of the Dragon Council, I would like to introduce you to Councilor Leung, Councilor Chang’s replacement as the Dragon of Asia.”
“Good afternoon everybody,” Councilor Leung acknowledged, “We heard that someone has a story of great importance, please begin.”
Jake retold how the evil mermaids attacked and stole the glowing orb from the Statue of Liberty in great detail.
“Seriously, those evil mermaids could fly. And the ringleader was like, harassing me.” Jake shivered as if the room was 30 degrees as he recalled the horrifying mutated entity.
“Hey kid, you never told me that. And exactly how did she…” Fu said cunningly, while nudging Jake ever so slightly. Gramps gave Fu a stern glare.
“This is bad news,” said Councilor Klude, “this means California is clearly making aggressive moves against the magical community. We received information one month ago from our undercover in Los Angeles; a government branch, Allied Coalition Exterminators, or ACE, is bent on destroying the magical world and has a master plan. They use both magical and human weapons, making them extremely hard to defeat.”
“In other words, it’s like the Huntsclan came back to life, except they’re funded by the government,” Councilor Andam blurted, attempting to emphasize to Jake the severity of the issue.
“Because of that, we decided to increase the security level in many countries across the world,” Councilor Omina said. Seeing that Jake had question marks flowing out of his head, she added,
“As you already know, magical protectors are assigned a country in which he/she protects, but we have decided to further create more districts so as to cover a wider area. As an example, China had the Chinese Dragon, but now, there is a Southern Chinese Dragon, centered in Guangzhou, and a Northern Chinese Dragon, based in Beijing. And since the United States, like China, is a pretty large country…”
“Awww man, I’m not gonna be the Am Drag anymore? But that’s not fair!!!” Jake complained.
“This is a sacrifice you must make for magical society as a whole. And you’ll still be in charge of New York…” Gramps said as he patted Jake on the back.
“Don’t worry Jake,” Councilor Klude reassured, “Aside from your sister, the only other dragon in America is in California. And since California is now its own nation, he is now the Californian Dragon. Which according to the bylaws, you can keep your title.”
“Well, unfortunately, we received information from our spy two months ago; the Cal Drag was slain by the ACE in a genetic experiment to make stronger armor,” Councilor Leung cut in, “We have been able to find a replacement, but he’s not a dragon. We refer to him as the ‘Western Protector,’ and will be in charge of the Western United States, including California. Not like you can respond to anything incidents there quickly anyway…”
“Awww man. That’s like calling me the Am Drag, but only the protector of half the country. Wait. If this guy’s not a dragon, then what is he?” Jake enquired in frustration.
“Oooo. Why are we ratting about this whole ‘title’ thing when our world is at risk?” Councilor Kukulkan exclaimed in an exasperated tone, “Jake, you will be training along with this new ‘Western’ protector to enhance the ability for both of you to fight against the Republic effectively. Lao Shi, I think you received a letter regarding this matter an hour ago. He will be staying at your shop for the meantime.”
“Yes,” Gramps replied with a little bow.
“You still haven’t answered the kid’s question,” Fu cut in, realizing Jake’s question had gone ignored.
“He’s a phoenix,” Councilor Andam replied, “You will have to find out more about him when you meet him in person. Good luck to you. That is all.” The two sides logged off ooVoo, logging in a short 10 minutes. There was a brief moment of silence. Suddenly,
Jake threw his hands into the air in great distress, and buried his head in his hands.
“Jake, you must understand the sacrifices that must be…” Gramps began.
“Oh, shut up with your Communist ideals, I get the point.”