To Sophia Academy
1. [About every delinquent gets sent to detention at least once, but it's rare that you'd see a straight-A student getting himself into trouble. A stout boy sits in a teacher's office grumbling under his breath: "I didn't even do it" or "Like hell I'm stupid enough to get myself caught," The trouble isn't so much exactly what he did.
No, the major concern ought to be the pattern in the class' performance. While Pokey has been consecutively scoring A's, the scores of those sitting around him have been decreasing. It's enough for concern.]
Look, tell me why I'm here verbatim and I'll straighten this whole thing up. My record is spotless since the day I got here and you know that.
I don't like being here any more than you do.
2. [It seems like Pokey is advertising for the robotics club in the hallway. In his hand is a remote control and just next to him at about half his height is a crudely built mechanical spider. The materials used seem fairly standard in the quality that students are usually given. Regardless, the fact that it works is astonishing. Just look how it's moving around the halls... in a pattern that almost seems as though it's intentionally trying to trip people.
Pokey is sporting a particularly amused look on his face.]
It's the robotics club. You can learn how to build awesome robots like mine over here.
... Okay, I'll level with you. It's going to take months for you just to make something remotely awesome like I did. Heh, maybe longer. It'd be good for a laugh just seeing you try making something as awesome as Charlotte here.
[He continues playing around with Charlotte.]
3. [It seems like a fight is starting. A student has gotten on Pokey's nerves. Normally, Pokey isn't the type to actually start fights and for the record, he isn't the type who can fare all that well fairly. That's why he isn't planning on playing fair. Instead, his Archon, Giygas, will help him through this situation. The glass egg hovers over a scared student on his knees.
The ill-tempered boy looks down at him with a sour, dirty look.]
There's only so much a guy can take till he has to take off his gloves. Heh, you... didn't really know what you were getting into.
How do you feel... about living the rest of your life without a single shred of luck?