[center][color=f26522][h1]Ty Varen[/h1][/color][/center]

The applause waned faster than expected, being replaced by quiet murmurs. [color=f26522]"Hmm? Where'd all the excitement go. I thought it was a pretty good show..."[/color] One of the club members nudged Ty in the arm. [b]"Uhh, Ty? You might wanna take the blindfold off now..."[/b] He lifted the blindfold up to his forehead, and was instantly greeted with a regal figure of blue and gold. One of the seven top students in Avalice, and one of Ty's prime targets: Lanza. Ty cocked his head curiously, wondering what to make of the guy. Would he be like the First, or would he be totally different. But then he heard the arrogance dripping from every one of his words. Ah. He was one of [i]those.[/i] He didn't even flinch when Lanza slammed his hand on the table. He just met the man's gaze, glaring back at him and hearing his wager. He had considered calling out one of the seven during the festivities, but he hadn't expected one of them to descend from their thrones to challenge [i]him.[/i] A simple and clear wager with an enthralled audience. Ty couldn't ask for a better stage.

[color=f26522]"Heh, must've been a damn good show to get the attention of the Miracle Seven. Of cour--"[/color] The president of the cooking club slapped his hand over Ty's mouth while two other members grabbed his arms to prevent his inevitable struggling. [b]"Sir, Lanza,"[/b] He said. [b]"On behalf of the entire cooking club, let me state what an honor it is that a great hero such as yourself would even consider gracing us with your presence. But, the terms of your wager do affect everyone here, so I'm sure you'll understand if we all take a moment to confer before the wager is accepted."[/b] All smiles, the three of them dragged Ty back and the club formed a small huddle. 

[b]"Okay, Ty, I know you want at him, but think carefully before -- OW!"[/b] Ty bit the president's finger to get his mouth free. [color=f26522]"I'm challenging him!"[/color] Ty growled. [color=f26522]"If you don't want the club name changed, I'll bet something else, but you're not stopping me."[/color] [b]"Actually,"[/b] one of the portly member's chimed in. [b]"Lanza's Cooking Club has a nice ring to it. Good branding. It's hardly a punishment to benefit off of the name of the Seventh Seat."[/b] A thin girl adjusted her glasses menacingly and snickered. [b]"Besides, Lanza sealed his fate when he issued his challenge. He said [i]exactly[/i] what Ty did. Do you really think he memorized the order of vegetables to cut? And, even if he did, do you think he can yell as loudly as Ty to start the performance?"[/b] The club members grinned while Ty frowned. [b]"A win by technicality,"[/b] the president said. Ty's frown deepened. Another member said, [b]"We can even give Lanza the rickety knife."[/b] [color=f26522]"NO BULLSHIT TRICKS!"[/color] That silenced the club. 

Ty stomped back over to the stall to face the Seventh Seat again. [color=f26522]"Sorry about that. These guys don't get the point of a challenge. Yeah, I'll take you on. But, don't you think that wager is a bit lopsided?"[/color] Ty crossed his arms and smirked. [color=f26522]"Here I was just having a good time and putting on a show for everybody, and it suddenly becomes the standard for a high stakes wager. You want to challenge me, let's make it a real challenge."[/color] Ty reached under the stall and plopped a sack of potatoes on the counter. [color=f26522]"First person to properly cube twelve potatoes. Blindfolded. With one hand behind their back. And they [i]won't[/i] give you the rickety knife."[/color] He shot a glare back at the person who suggested it. [color=f26522]"They're fine with changing the name to 'Lanza's Cooking Club,' so I accept your wager on one condition. My service to your cooking crew will come with an expiration date. The day I beat you, I'm a free agent. Deal?"[/color] He held out his hand to Lanza. Even if he was a pompous prick, surely a member of the Miracle Seven would have the decency to seal a deal properly.