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Just as planned...

Location: Zeon Student Council HQ
Time: Wednesday, April 7, during lunch hour.
Characters: Livonze, anyone else!
Status: In Progress.
Warnings: None
Summary: Livonze holds court in the Student Council room.

The Zeon Academy Student Council headquarters was on the upper floor of one of the towers, where large glass windows afforded an impressive view of the school grounds. Although the horizon was bounded by the dull metal containment wall of the space colony, the vantage point gave Livonze Almack the feeling of an feudal lord surveying his domain. The post of Student Council President was technically an elected office, but he planned to do away with any pretense of democratic leadership and install himself as Supreme Commander of the Zeon forces... forces which consisted primarily of a football team and a marching band, but even great leaders had to start small. Livonze shrugged and stepped away from the window to retire to his usual spot on a plush couch that he'd had underlings drag up six flights of stairs to serve as his personal presidential throne.

Most students were using the first week of classes to meet new friends and re-connect with old ones, but Livonze had no desire to mill about with peasants, especially now that the campus had been infiltrated by those classless Federation students. However, even he was occasionally susceptible to boredom... so he'd left the door to the Council room open.


Tieria seethes with irritation upon hearing Livonze's words that seem to be dripping with sarcasm. Friends, all right.
His composure almost completely slips at Livonze hints at how he's going to increase his own finances - the boy's sleazy way of talking about such things was inexcuseable and starkly contrasted the ideals of the school that were based on diligence, fairness and a awareness of morals and justice. He curls his hands into barely shaking fists by his side. And all of that despite his excellent academic skills! If Tieria didn't feel as uncomfortable around Livonze as he did he would almost feel sorry about all that potential going to waste in such a rotten mind.

"I am glad to hear that you will be raising our funds, then." Tieria almost sighs with relief. He wants to leave this room for good finally, but feels like he should still say something, anything.
Who needs enemies when you've got friends like this?!? Stellar thought as she glared at Livonze. She politely rested her hands in her lap and let the other two speak. She had jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire. No sense stirring up hot coals.

Stellar shifted her gaze to Tieria and looked hopefully at him trying to communicate please-don't-leave-me-here-alone as best she could. Livonze did not seem like someone she wanted to have pissed off at her and she wasn't doing good so far. No sense getting herself stuck in the lion's den alone.
His companions appear to be quite unsettled, to say the least, so Livonze allows himself a small smirk of satisfaction as he relaxes back in his chair. Knowing how to deal with people is the core of his position as president, after all. He knows how to make people fear him and how to make people love him, and he knows how to turn both adoration and loathing into obedience. After all, gaining control of Zeon Academy is merely a precursor to gaining control of the entire colony.

"It is my duty as president to ensure the happiness of my fellow students, is it not?" he asks with a nod to Tieria. "But aren't you forgetting your manners, Tieria? You didn't even thank me," he continues with a theatrical sigh. Servants should look to their ruler with the same loyalty of a dog looking to its master for table scraps, he thinks with mild contempt. For all of Livonze's Machiavellian tendencies, in his heart he wishes to be loved... but it seems it will take more to win Tieria's alligience.

Livonze has high hopes for Stellar, though. Perhaps she will better serve his purposes.