A/N: Title too big to fit so I've put in half of it.
Prompt by Bunsalin Rosa on Quotev! :D
->HighschoolAU
->With the hermit ladies :D (cleo,gem,pearl,stress and false)
Author's Note: Sooooo, I may or may not have altered the events a bit. There's still clubs and a school but I also like Kill la Kill so it's a battlefield of rich people, haha.
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Hermitcraft High is the best private school in the country. It has the best reputation, the best proffessors and the hardest entrance exams in the whole wide world. Only the best of the best manage to pass these exams and few of the freshmen last a month into the new and unique, extravagant and fast-paced education system of the school. Needless to say that this school is not for weaklings of any sort. The students are all disciplined to the bone like well-worn soldiers and the atmosphere in the halls is always so thick with antagonism and distaste that not even a knife could cut it.
Friends are foes and foes are friends. To the normal person, this pressure would be hard to lift on their shoulders but Hermitcraft High is a school for the elite. Peasants do not belong behind its gates.
The clubs of the school are few but very hard to get into, regardless of the subject they represent, and none of the clubs like each other. They never have and they never will. It's always a fiesta when two members of different clubs happen to cross each other in the hallway; a streetfight that not even the gym teacher can break up, which is why the host rooms are on opposite ends of the school buildings.
Pearl is the president of the Art Club, though with her spunk and spite, she could easily have been the head of a sports club. She has been recognized by the most well-known and famous galleries in high society and her portraits are well sought after for their surreal nature that a normal artist could never perfect. Her sister, Gem, has taken the position of Vice President, following well in her footsteps but in a different art. While Pearl likes to draw and paint, Gem likes to creature structures and replicas of objects. She does so at the speed of light and any commission is fullfilled within hours of the request submission. They rule the club with an iron fist, kicking out anyone who dares slow their activity rate.
The north end of the school building is always on its toes. Plumes of smoke and chaotic explosions always happen there, courtesy of the unrestrained geniuses of the Science Club. The presidentent of this club is a girl known for her extreme passion for destruction, which is probably a bad combination (science and destruction that is). Cleo has proven how dangerous she is, having almost burnt down the school in an experiment gone wrong when one of her "friends" stabbed her in the back. Regardless, the principal himself is afraid to expell her, seeing as she has threatened to throw him in a tub of acid before but no one has to know about that. All the outsiders need to know is that if they ever cross paths with her, there will be Hell to pay.
In the Fitness Club, there is always ecstatic and energetic music playing, keeping the rythm of exercise wild with a booming bass. The president is no other than Stress, a proud olympics champion and member of the Boatem Gymnastics Academy. While she keeps the facade of kindness on outside of the club room, it is a different story beind the door. She yells and shouts and keeps all members obedient, making sure no one steps out of line. Of course, she is much kinder than the other club presidents, regardless of the fact that she can be assumed a little bloodthirsty but who doesn't get a little bloodthirsty from time to time? She makes sure that her subjects can take care of themselves in the halls, that is the main way the Fitness Club shows their strength!
Last but not least, there is the actual bloodthirsty and murderous Fencing Club, led by President False, daughter of a wealthy smith and descendant of a great knight of the old ages. She is one of the most cunning swordswomen this part of the earth has seen and makes Hermitcraft High proud in the fencing matches it partakes in, always coming out on top and always ending the match within seconds after the alarm buzzes. Some say that she even practices her moves in her sleep, which is both close and far from the truth. The club operates with real swords that cut and bruise and kill, asserting dominance over the other clubs since its members are allowed to carry the weapons in the halls for some reason. False always comes out bloody after a fencing match… but the blood is never hers but there are (sadly -in her opinion) never bodies to dispose of.
Point is that these five girls are dangerous, unhinged and undisputed, on the very top of the school hierarchy. Those who have tried to challenge them for the title of "President" have paid well and thoroughly, either by being outshined by Pearl and Gem, by falling victim to one of Cleo's inventions, by twisting their ankles trying to much Stress' speed in the field or by having the tip of a longsword at their neck and staring in the eyes of a bloodthirsty False. They pay no matter what.
However, fights don't break out just in the hallways and the lockers. They also break out in the cafeteria and contrary to popular belief, these are the most mild of fights seen in the school.
This one started a little weird. You see, the clubs do not share an isle but rather, they occupy a corner each. Normally, they are unable to hear one another over the loud chatter of the other students but today is obviously very different. Cleo walked into the cafeteria, more moody than usual and False followed shortly after, also more moody than usual. Studying in these conditions does not allow anyone to be anything other than moody, sure, but this was moody to the extreme!
False made a stupid remark about the science nerds not being able to handle blood and Cleo heard it and responded with a very unkind remark about the lack of brains in the Fencing Club. Soon, they were forehead to forehead, spewing venom at each other and when the rest of the club members arrived, all Hell broke loose. False unsheathed her sword, Cleo slipped a vile of poison from her flowy longsleeve and from somewhere within the crowd that had formed, Stress arrived and started yeeting people away with minimal effort until her cheeks were being pulled apart by Gem, whom she did not see arrive. Pearl led the Art Club to a paintball fight and by the end of this charade, the cafeteria was in shumbles.
That was an inventful day.
Even worse, the worst day of the year is today. The Hermitcraft High Festival is to take place in a week, meaning that the school has to make prepations on campus and as a punishment, the principal decided that the school clubs would take care of it this season rather than the student council. Following the events of the cafeteria, one could say that the girls would now rather kill each other and fight rather than talk with one another (more than they did before). So… yeah.
The first to make a move would be considered weak, all five of them knew that, all of them understood the consequences it would have on their reputation and how the hierarchy of the school would break. But it had to be done, otherwise, Hermitcraft High's reputation would fall instead without the seasonal festival. Someone had to make the first move in bringing them all together.
In spite of the consequences, Stress decided to be the adult in the situation. She was already known for being kind yet deadly so she figured that this would be expected of her. Who else was there that would put all differences aside to work on a week-long project? Cleo? Who would prefer to put the lot of them in a test tube in the school laboratory? False? Who would stab them the moment she saw them?
As you can see, the options are pretty limitted.
So Stress wrote the invites. She used the best materials she could find in the house, writing with a gold glitter marker in big, swirly letters on paper decorated with flowers. The letters were put in neat lilac envelopes and just so she wouldn't have to come face to face with the other presidents, she had one of the strongest members of the Fitness Club deliver them.
Which leads to the current situation. Four out of five presidents are sitting in the garden of Stress' home, tended to by the maids and butlers of the glorious estate. Stress is grinning as she descends the stairs of the wrap-around porch, a gardener dipping his head as she passes by and a maid quickly scooping away the cut off shrubbery before Stress stepped on it. Seeing all the grumpy faces that greet her, Stress only grins wider at their misery.
"Welcome to the Monster Estate!", she greets them, only receiving twitches of the lips and begrudging greetings. She sits at the one remaining seat, back straight and fingers intertwined on the surface of the fancy glass table. "I hope you didn't have any trouble on the road"
Her words are only curtesy, just as this whole play is. Any kind words are coated in a nice sheen of venom and thankfully, they all stay civil. As much as the servants try to hurry away from them, they do still gossip and gossip can be a dangerous thing to a family's reputation.
"Your abode is… nice", False says with noble grace, though Stress easily catches the small -barely there- eye roll of the Fencing Club President.
"Thank you for your compliment, Miss Symmetry. Or should I call you False?"
The grimace she receives is the reaction she expects to get and False sits a little straighter, crossing her legs.
"False is just fine", the president says with just the tiniest hiss to her words.
"Could we stop these unpleasant pleasantries?", Cleo interrupts, clicking her tongue when the four turn to look at her. She is sitting back, relaxed and playing with a strand of her wavy, ginger hair. "I left the lab to plan a festival, not to participate in idle chatter"
"I agree", says Pearl, followed by Gem's words.
"Let's just sort this out and then we can go our separate ways", she says with distaste.
"Alright", Stress mutters and she waves over the butler who has been standing by the porch, silent and respectful. "Bring the plan board, please"
The plan board is brought to the table at top speed. The butler leaves to stand in his spot beside the porch, letting the ladies do what has to be done.
Stress, as the host of the gathering, stands and flips the first page over the back of the board, revealing a small plan of fields of the festival that need to be filled. Catering, activities, entertainment and R&R as well as accommodation for the foreigners and tour guides. That, as well as funding, were very important fields, though with how rich their respective families are, Stress doesn't know how they'd cross the line on the money issue.
"I have already done some research on the catering industry", she begins, taking down a couple of papers that were being held against the board with tape. They are commercial cards of different food catering services, some of which the names are well-known for their intriquet and fresh meals. She spreads them out on the cool glass of the table.
Cleo snatches the first one and holds it up with two fingers, scrunching her eyes judgementally at the delicacies plastered all over the card. What manners can one expect from a deliquent? Stress thinks but ignores the aforementioned lack of manners for the good of the festival. "I would like to go through each option together so as to choose the best for the festival"
"This one has a bad record of serving foul fish", Cleo speaks up, still holding up the catering card. With a fluid move, she throws the piece of paper over her shoulder and points to the first card on the row that is on the table. "That one tends to steal, though they keep the theft discreet and hard to observe"
Stress looks at the crazy scientist with surprise. The rest of them do as well. None of them expected the trigger-happy, fiery and warped Cleo to know so much about this sort of thing.
"They bribe the reporters, which is why none of this has been shown on the media but my family is good at… keeping records", she elaborates with much less hostility than the last time she spoke. Of course, coming from a science and technology oriented family had its benefits, one of which included hacking and information gathering. The Zombie Household is known for the information brokers in the bloodline.
Pearl makes a noise of intrigue.
"I did not expect you to be interested in such trivial matters", she says and Cleo simply laughs. Pearl raises an eyebrow, straightening her shoulders as if to challenge the other. The ginger simply waved her off.
"So", False begins, nodding her chin towards the remaining valid cards. "Are the rest of them any good?"
Stress grimaces at the way she phrases her question and she spies Gem and Pearl doing the same out of the corner of her eye. False never cared enough for etiquette but witnessing this carelessness does not sit well with them. No matter. They are not here to judge each other. For once.
"They should be", Cleo responds as she picks and checks the rest of them. "Yes, these should be fine"
"That's one issue put to rest", Gem smiles, no doubt at the idea of the meeting being a step closer to concluding.
"Following this is decorations and entertainment", Stress says without missing a beat. "I believe we can all partake in this one"
"Oh, Gem and I could take up the decor", Pearl looks at Gem and she receives the approval of her sister in the form of a delighted nod. Stress nods in return and with hre marker, she checks off the corresponding box on the plan board. "Speaking of, we should also decide on a theme for the festival. I've grown bored of the same moundane thing every other year. The student council has no imagination-"
"Truly, they are all statues with snobby noses", Gem adds. False's eyes soften just a bit. Just enough to be noticeable.
"Right, then!", Cleo interrupts before either sister can elaborate, seemingly frustrated with the gossip. "I'll take up whatever special effects this project will need. Projectors, smoke screens, explosions as long as the both of you sacrifice a few members to my experiments"
"What!", Gem gasps. Pearl puts a hand on her sister's shoulder before she can stand up, looking awfully aggravated herself.
"This is not the day the Art Club become slaves to your immoral and unethical unit, Cleo", she silently seethes. "And I doubt that the festival can happen without a design team-"
"That's enough, ladies!", False exclaims right before things can escalate between the two club presidents. Cleo sits back in her seat, clicking her tongue in disappointment, whilst Gem folds her arms under her chest with a loud huff of air.
"And False and I could work on the activities", Stress suggests and immediately, False stands to her feet. She pushes the chair away, surprising both the girls and the surrounding staff, and rounds the table to the planboard. Stress takes a careful step back. Instead of inciting a fight like they all thought momentarily, the Fencing Club President turns to the table, her blonde hair following in an appealing sweep.
"I dislike this arrangement", she starts, "You're all wimps and scardy cats -except Cleo because she's been born crazy-"
"Hey!"
"But you're not all that bad. Just don't bring this project down and there will be none of that filthy blood of yours spilled"
Stress has to agree. In these few hours that they have spent on the plan, she has to admit that the girls are indeed "not all that bad" but she still can't stand being around them. This would not be the start of a friendship, though, just a mutually beneficial partnership; a truce, one could say. Right after the festival, the truce would be broken and the halls would be the familiar battle grounds of the Clubs.
Right?
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Omg is this late- I have made it a goal to write the requests I've received, which are in the drafts of this book and this one really took a huge turn from the original request but I think it's adequate. Eh, the requester can decide. Take care!
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