"If I remember correctly, it's a status thing. Mine looked like this:"
She traced this figure in the air:
_ / ||| \ _
"So if I'm correct then whoever owns this was rank 5." Patagonia resigned, shuddering in recognition. "They're a badass. I was rank 3 and I was one of the ones who- um, did stuff."
"Stuff?" she questioned, eyebrows raised. Then she remembered. "One of my friends had a bracelet with a symbol on it, and he said it was part of a secret society of some sort."
Alaria cocked an eyebrow, suspicious, "As in errand girl kinda stuff?"
She didn't mention that Patagonia did not look like the kinda kid who would join a secret society. She just seemed pretty caught up in life. Alaria couldn't blame her for that.
But whatever this society was, Alaria was having issues determining whether or not to deem it a threat. She almost hoped it was. She was dying to have a reason to call off leave early. Not to mention she wasn't exactly thrilled by the prospect of secret societies lurking in the shadows. And so Alaria knew that however timid Patagonia was, she had to get as much intel from her as possible.
"I was in charge of running… Tests. Making decisions on who was a threat, and then taking the threats out back and… Releasing them. Can we change the subject now?" Patagonia pleaded, stroking her bushy tail anxiously.
Curious now, Alaria almost spouted off an entire list of questions. She saw Patagonia growing nervous, and decided that she may have over stepped her bounds. She needed to calm down.
Instead, she turned to Lucia, who had recovered well enough to talk, "We might wanna get off this rooftop now. Let me see if that WhipSlash is gone, then we move it to your place."
Alaria climbed down from the top, stopping before she reached the ground. She hooked a foot between the pipe and the wall, and peered, upside down, into the cafe.
Nothing. She signalled to Lucia, Take Point.
Lucia nodded, and both girls climbed down from the roof.
"Follow me!" she announced and took off down the street. Halfway home, she remembered one thing: Coco.
"Oh, I hope neither of you are allergic to dogs." she told Alaria and Pantagonia.
"Um, I technically am a dog," Patagonia replied, almost able to laugh. Almost. Not quite.
Alaria chuckled, "No worries here, either. I train alongside a bunch of wolf and fox hybrids."
(…plot ideas are forming oooh)
Patagonia cast her a sympathetic glance. "I'm so sorry for you. And that's coming from a fox hybrid."
(Hope this gives you options :))
Alaria laughed again, slightly puzzled, "Now, what on Earth makes you say that?"
"I have my reasons and more than enough idiot boys to prove my point. It's why I've given up on boys."
Girls, on the other hand…
Thinking back on it, a lot of her battalion had been pretty green starting off. Alaria smiled inwardly at memories of their screwing around during off-hours, getting into fights and chatting up the pretty native girls while on deployments. She also remembered all the scorn she got for being only half-hybrid. Alaria had worked hard to train it all out of them.
"Yeah," Alaria said, "They can be a bit of a pain sometimes…"
(I believe I understand what Patagonia was saying, but Alaria mis-interpreted.)
(G'night guys. Catch ya soon)
Lucia was listening to their conversation, and it intrigued her. She had never met a hybrid before. She had gone to a "normal" school, and grown up around "normal" people. She had worn contacts her whole life until they'd moved here. She was intrigued though, as to what it was like. She desperately wanted to ask.
But before she could work up the courage, her house came into view.
"We're here!" she called to them. It was a cute house, narrow but charming. The outside was painted pastel green with creamy white lining, and the door was polished oak.
She headed up the steps, brandishing her keys.
(yee mixups and confusion ^-^)
"Oh my God, I love your house!" Patagonia exclaimed, drooling slightly. "I'm a Real Estate Agent."
(how old are your characters btw??)
"Thanks."
Lucia unlocked her front door, and immediately Coco bolted at her. His high-pitched barking filled the hallway as she hugged him and brought him into the living room, setting him down on his bed. He calmed down, and rolled up into a beige, furry ball.
"You guys want anything?" Lucia asked the girls.
(Alaria is 26)
The house was much more cozy than Alaria was used to. Even though she was here on Lucia's grace alone, she felt like she could take a nap here. The thought produced a yawn, which Alaria quickly stifled.
"Nah, I'm good," Alaria said, then tripped. Her wound was acting up a bit. She rose to the worried face of Lucia.
"No, really, I'll be alright. Just let me walk it off."
"Alaria. Sit down." Lucia commanded while the woman protested.
She sat her down and asked Patagonia to make sure she didn't go anywhere. Lucia ran up to the bathroom, took out the wound kit, and came back downstairs. She cleaned it off and disinfected it, then dressed it neat and tight. "I'll get you some water."
As Lucia ran off to fetch water, Alaria looked to Patagonia, "And here I was thinking I was all tough, and one slash has me limping like a three legged dog. Kinda sad, ain't it?" Alaria smiled and stretched back a bit in her seat, letting her eyelids close slightly, "So, I suppose this is a bad time to inquire about your whole hybrid thing? Of course, hybrids tend to be a tad bit overbearing, but I never figured I'd here it from another hybrid. Were you raised around humans?"
Patagonia was silent for a moment, searching for the right words to say, but eventually gave up, letting her emotions rule over. "I was raised by the (whatever we call the group) and managed to escape when i was 19. I made an agreement to never talk about it to anyone, and they let me live my life." a single, solitary tear managed to squeeze past her eyelids and it rolled down her face dramatically, sliding into her mouth and staining her tongue with its salty taste.
(my character is 24)
Lucia bustled in with two glasses of water and saw Patagonia crying. She stopped dead in her tracks.
"How do I always come at the worst moment?" she murmured, before heading over to Patagonia.
"What happened?" Lucia inquired gently.
(I guess Lucia is 23 then?)
"Oh, nothing. I was just talking about growing up. It's fine." (23 works, you can do whatever)
Lucia sighed inwardly. She knew she had been lucky growing up the way she had. She never thought about what other alternatives some people went through. She didn't ask, just nodded softly and squeezed Patagonia's shoudler.
Patagonia whimpered slightly and leaned against her friends, willing herself not to but doing it anyway. "What are we gonna do?"