War in Peace

A man sat in a large room that looked like it was made out of some sort of opaque-blue glass, the man had short brown hair and amber-brown eyes, his physique was more on the athletic side, but other than that, nothing other than his outfit seemed to be different from a normal person. He wore something that looked like a mixture between hellish dragon armor and a martial arts gi. He had an incredibly bored look on his face as his gaze drifted to at least ten other people sitting in the room. One of the other people looked over to him, a man with long blonde hair and features similar to that of an elf, but without the piercing eyes and pointed ears. The blonde man tried to get the first man's attention, but as it seemed that the blonde one's comment had been ignored, he tried again...

"Jericho!... hey man... you can't leave me hangin' like this... I don't want to be here just as much as you." the Blonde said with an expression that was a mixture of sarcasm and boredom.

Jericho rubbed his temples with his hands as he sat at a large, cloud-like table, he shook his head a little bit before answering.

"Sorry Vincent... my mind has been wandering for the past week... and you know that these meetings are not something that I find interesting... EVER..." He placed a bit more emphasis on the end as he spoke, trying to make sure that his intention came off clearly.

He hated meetings... and this one was no different. Ever since he had been put on the God Council his life had seemed to have slowed to a crawl as most days he found himself sitting in a large, semi-phased-out room whose only light source were the strange floating whisps that shed light. As curious as he was about the whisps though, he never had the drive to study them because they only appeared in the room that he had always dreaded going into... The Council Chamber... the entire argument that the other members had been going over had completely lost his attention several minutes ago, he threw a wayward glance to his older brother Vincent, and was a bit relieved as he saw that his brother was just as bored as he was.

Jericho's mind wandered back to his days when he was first drafted into Balamb's forces, the endless hours he spent training and fighting were the best moments of his life, all because he felt the adrenaline that came from putting your life on the line, and even the exitement of not knowing the outcome of a fight or spar... but ever since he had become a god, well, his life stopped being as adrenaline filled. he didn't even know why he was there... he had specifically made sure that he became a god of something so obscure that he couldn't have possibly been called to the material-plane based meetings... but nonetheless... he was there, the Abyssal Dragon God was now sitting in on a meeting where the council was discussing about finding a permanent peace between Balamb and Galbadia, all because he was a commander in the Balamb army.

one of the other members said something to him but he had missed it because he hadn't cared, so he decided to put something else into the argument, something he knew that would stop the incessant bickering. He stood up and prepared to speak.

"Members of the Council... there's a reason why Balamb hasn't taken over the entire world and every one around it... because it's boring! we keep other countries in power because if we didn't the world would grow too tiresome to stand. The fact that we could come across an enemy postion that could very well end our lives is the adrenaline-pumping cause that our soldiers live to feel. Balamb has known for years that the human species as a whole, regardless of individuality, desires conflict of some sort." He turned to each member of the council and began walking around the room, mostly because the hours of sitting had numbed his legs and he wanted to get feeling back into them.

"when you read a book, you don't feel as close to the characters if there isn't a plot going on... and a plot is driven by conflict... whether it is emotional, physical, or mental isn't anything specific. You watch your TV programs all because there is some sort of conflict. The civilians love playing their video games because of the classic theme, The hero is trying to defeat the villain who is trying to take over the world..."

Several members of the council turned to each other and nodded in agreement, but to Jericho that wasn't enough, he had to make sure that they knew that Galbadia was their enemy only during the scheduled wartime.

Jericho paused a moment as he thought about it, "a sheduled wartime... our world is so advanced that war isn't even unpredictable any more... and even most of the time it happens because we are bored... peace and parties only go so far before they stop being enjoyable."

He blinked only once as he pushed the thought to the back of his mind, "and besides... we already have peace between our countries when we are not in the war season... that, combined with our war policy concerning civilain casualties. Our men are trained for precision, we make sure of that ourselves by setting up the training sessions before they ever become part our fighting force." he left his last words to drift through the council's mind before he sat back in his seat.

for the most part, the proceedings went along the same, discussing the protection of trade routes, who was going to be fighting who next, and other stuff that Jericho hadn't bothered to even care about. He just wanted to get back to flying. His one Ability that took his mind off of the problems of the council, of course... being his bloodine of the Strife family, he was talented in many things... he had even been the one to invent the new type of power armor that Balamb's soldiers now wore, incorporating scouter technology with a bio-scanner and Heads-up-display, and that was just in the helmet alone. The suit itself served to reduce the amount of damage that the wearer would take by a drastic amout, thus reducing the possibility of casualties.

When the meeting finally ended after what seemed like forever, Jericho streached his body before placing his index and middle fingers on his forehead, he called to Vincent before leaving.

"So... is the SAF going to whup some ass tonight?" he asked his brother, who gave him a nod and a broad smile. Jericho smiled as he channeled his energy in his body, focusing his mind on his destination, his adamantine castle located near a large lake. he felt the familiar weightless sensation of flying as he teleported from one place to another, a great weight felt like it was lifted from his body and mind as he left the council room. In fact, he was happy, because his older and younger brother were going to join him on Battlefield 3. He and his brothers had created a clan between themselves and had just been going by the tag SAF, anywhere that they could put their clan tag. Jericho preferred the first person shooter genre, but didn't limit himself to it.

As his eyes began to focus, he could feel the cool lake air and saw his castle standing strong against the backdrop of the night. He gazed up at the night sky, "so beautiful... this is the best time of day, because those who truly know the meaning of the dark know that they have nothing to fear..."

Jericho walked up the cobbled pathway that led to his castle, he heard the calls from some of the Balamb soldiers that he had guarding his home and saw the gate going up. Despite the technological advancements of his society, he preferred living in a medieval-style castle... he didn't know why, but it just felt more at home to him.