Chronicles of Angels

"The ninth card: . . . Justice. Justice stands for fairness, harmony, honor, and good intentions." The medium placed this card above the eighth, and eternally slowly began to reveal the final and tenth card. Having not said a word yet for the entire session, the other girl finally speaks up.

"Will you just hurry the damn process up for the gods’ sakes?!" She exploded.

"Jeez, you’d think you could hurry it up a little..." She mumbled, as the diviner picked her pace up with besetment.

"The final card is..." She paused, just to see the expression of irritation on her friend’s face. Her friend looked nearly ready to lunge at her with a vengeance, by the time the card was revealed.

"The Seven of Wands," She said in a tone that meant that she wasn’t expecting this. She went on in a surprised, yet not disappointed manner.

"The Seven of Wands foretells success, gain, and victory," She said with a finalizing tone. She lay back, quite tired from the reading. The other girl also relaxed, to contemplate the meaning of what the tarot cards had predicted.

Beta

It was a few spars after the reading that the mystical mood began to recede and the monotonous feeling of the status quo began to sink in. The two best friends had trekked over to Amanda’s (the oracle’s) room, and were having a contest of humor: who could author the funniest Vacation Message. A vacation message was a small note scrolled across your door when you were out of your room. They usually consisted of phrases like "At Lunch" or "Visiting Family".

"You little bitchwad; mine’s SO much funnier than yours," Amanda taunted.

"You think so? Listen to this: The chicken herder skipped into the egg bar, and asked for some droppings. The waif.... I mean, waitress, asked him how he would like them to be roasted. He said that he wanted them to laugh at him with the flippy side up, since he had no taste for cotton candy," she said, her voice breaking with laughter, and yet, with a tone of satisfaction.

"Oh, amateurs, amateurs.... Get a load of this, ya little biter: Unfortunately, mad archaeologists will not be allowed to participate in the monkey sitting contest, for it has been determined that they have an uncanny advantage: to be able to communicate with pink extraterrestrial porpoises!" She shouted with an expression of ‘you suck’ written all over her face. Both girls burst out laughing and would not stop for a full 6 Sentis. They felt to have deterred the boredom that seemed to be painted into the walls of their school.

Exhausted from their ‘combat’, the girls either lay on the bed or in the nearby furniture.

"Haha, that was TOO funny, bitch," Amanda said, breathless from her heavy laughter. Jackie, more often called Kyoure, grinned.

"Ohyeah... we should be paid for this kind of thing," She said with yet another playful laugh. A moment of silence set in, and the funny mood dissipated.

"Hey, why don’t we go to the training area while it’s still the Hark-end?" Jackie suggested.

"Hey, that’s a pretty good idea, my pet," Amanda said teasingly, with a taunting smile. They raced each other to the training hall, and collapsed at the door, each panting like tired, hungry dogs.

"I... win, you little...." Amanda whispered wearily.

"Bitch?" Jackie coughed with a sideways grin. They suddenly regained all energy, and ran at full speed towards the Virtual Training Machine.