pretender to the throne {lana vs calypso}
Dec 23, 2017 1:33:44 GMT -5
Post by lance on Dec 23, 2017 1:33:44 GMT -5
She would never know what would hit her.
You'd promised that from your very first day. You'd dethrone her before graduation came and went, for your only place is at the top. Calypso Leto, the number one, unrightful owner of the most coveted position in the class.
It amuses you, in an ironic sense, how low your sights have fallen. Once, you had reigned supreme, accumulating knowledge from the shadows and trading secrets like candy. Wills melted like butter in the face of the cold, hard truth, and yet where you had once worked without restrictions you now found yourself limited to the pristine white walls of the academy.
But a throne of steel holds the same significance as a throne of gold, no matter what it might be worth, and she is just another incumbent that you need to overthrow.
Weeks had turned into months, a daily routine had established itself, and yet your routine was undisturbed. As the newest member, no one had given you a second glance initially, and you'd established yourself as the quiet girl who only spoke when spoken to and kept mostly to herself. Which, in its own right, was accurate to your true character as well. Bottom of the class, girl who didn't put her heart into it - the perfect persona for the upset.
For that was how you took down someone with power. Someone who thought themselves invincible, and made sure that everyone else knew as well. You'd have to take them out from somewhere they weren't expecting, the threat that they had never prepared for. And even if they did, you would have to do something so unpredictable, something so bizarrely out of character, that they never would have seen it coming.
you'd thought at first that getting to her through the attractive transfer from Seven that had recently grown close to her would be the best path, but had quickly dismissed that idea from the get go. Mainly because you wasn't that much of an asshat, not to mention you had her own reputation to think of otherwise.
Besides, intimacy on that level was not something you thought you would ever be fully comfortable with, especially with someone you barely knew.
So no, that plan wouldn't go through. You'd have to strike at her head on, in a way she wouldn't expect. But figuring out how to was always half the fun for you. How could you bend the will until it broke?
Luckily, you'd acquired the key for this particular long before you had ever been sent to your virtual imprisonment.
The best way to take out someone who thinks themselves above the others is not to come at them head on, building yourself up to meet them in full view of the opposition. That never works - they did the exact same shit to propel themselves up in turn - so a different approach is required.
Cue the quiet, bottom of the list girl that keeps to herself. A girl that no one could possibly think would have a chance to reach the middle of the class, let alone set her sights on the girl at the very top.
If the girl that thought herself invincible could find herself humbled by someone like that...
Poof goes the illusion.
You wait for the bell to ring for lunch one chilly afternoon, a stage set when everyone will see your plan unfold. Draw first blood, and the sharks will swarm.
Literally, and figuratively, you suppose.
It's not hard to spot her - with or without the District Seven boytoy at her side, she stands out like a peasant amongst royalty. There's no doubt that she's grown comfortable on the top, sitting on her throne of steel while everyone else scrambled for the scraps below.
That'll make this that much sweeter.
A call from afar - "Hey Calypso!" - grabs her attention. No doubt it's laced with confusion, that this girl far beneath her notice dared to talk to her, but you don't bother to guess.
Draw first blood, break through the iron armor-
You grin, even as the distance between the two of you is halved, then quartered. "Got a present for you."
-and even the strongest of queens will fall.
When your fist connects with her nose, you think that it is perhaps the most satisfying punch you have ever thrown.
You'd promised that from your very first day. You'd dethrone her before graduation came and went, for your only place is at the top. Calypso Leto, the number one, unrightful owner of the most coveted position in the class.
It amuses you, in an ironic sense, how low your sights have fallen. Once, you had reigned supreme, accumulating knowledge from the shadows and trading secrets like candy. Wills melted like butter in the face of the cold, hard truth, and yet where you had once worked without restrictions you now found yourself limited to the pristine white walls of the academy.
But a throne of steel holds the same significance as a throne of gold, no matter what it might be worth, and she is just another incumbent that you need to overthrow.
Weeks had turned into months, a daily routine had established itself, and yet your routine was undisturbed. As the newest member, no one had given you a second glance initially, and you'd established yourself as the quiet girl who only spoke when spoken to and kept mostly to herself. Which, in its own right, was accurate to your true character as well. Bottom of the class, girl who didn't put her heart into it - the perfect persona for the upset.
For that was how you took down someone with power. Someone who thought themselves invincible, and made sure that everyone else knew as well. You'd have to take them out from somewhere they weren't expecting, the threat that they had never prepared for. And even if they did, you would have to do something so unpredictable, something so bizarrely out of character, that they never would have seen it coming.
you'd thought at first that getting to her through the attractive transfer from Seven that had recently grown close to her would be the best path, but had quickly dismissed that idea from the get go. Mainly because you wasn't that much of an asshat, not to mention you had her own reputation to think of otherwise.
Besides, intimacy on that level was not something you thought you would ever be fully comfortable with, especially with someone you barely knew.
So no, that plan wouldn't go through. You'd have to strike at her head on, in a way she wouldn't expect. But figuring out how to was always half the fun for you. How could you bend the will until it broke?
Luckily, you'd acquired the key for this particular long before you had ever been sent to your virtual imprisonment.
The best way to take out someone who thinks themselves above the others is not to come at them head on, building yourself up to meet them in full view of the opposition. That never works - they did the exact same shit to propel themselves up in turn - so a different approach is required.
Cue the quiet, bottom of the list girl that keeps to herself. A girl that no one could possibly think would have a chance to reach the middle of the class, let alone set her sights on the girl at the very top.
If the girl that thought herself invincible could find herself humbled by someone like that...
Poof goes the illusion.
You wait for the bell to ring for lunch one chilly afternoon, a stage set when everyone will see your plan unfold. Draw first blood, and the sharks will swarm.
Literally, and figuratively, you suppose.
It's not hard to spot her - with or without the District Seven boytoy at her side, she stands out like a peasant amongst royalty. There's no doubt that she's grown comfortable on the top, sitting on her throne of steel while everyone else scrambled for the scraps below.
That'll make this that much sweeter.
A call from afar - "Hey Calypso!" - grabs her attention. No doubt it's laced with confusion, that this girl far beneath her notice dared to talk to her, but you don't bother to guess.
Draw first blood, break through the iron armor-
You grin, even as the distance between the two of you is halved, then quartered. "Got a present for you."
-and even the strongest of queens will fall.
When your fist connects with her nose, you think that it is perhaps the most satisfying punch you have ever thrown.
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