(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.
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(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?"
"Well, I think the only thing to do is look up this society, gather as much information as possible. Or we can go back to the cafe, question the waiter." Lucia offered. She saw Patagonia flinch slightly at the mention of the society, and made a mental note to mention it as little as possible.
At this point it was clear. (We need a name for the society) was a threat. Alaria pulled her handset from her pocket and began typing out orders in code:
Run a scan for anything in relation to (name…), and find any documents with these symbols (She attached the symbols to the message). Any info is to be reported right away.
(Fury Order, Spike, Orion, Shroud, Malum? A few choices, http://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/witch-names.php#.WoRwnKhl_IV is a decent site for names)
"Maybe it'll be easier to start with something accessible. We just have to hope the waiter is awake now."
Alaria got up from her seat, wobbling slightly. She checked her pistol, then holstered it.
"I'm coming along."
"I have crutches up in my room, if you want, in case?" Lucia asked. She got her wallet and phone from the console and put on her coat.
"It would be better to use a wheelchair," Patagonia suggested, drying her tears and standing up from the couch. "That way if something happens and we need to leave quickly we can run while pushing her. I have one in my apartment that I can go grab really quick, if you guys want to meet me somewhere."
Lucia looked to Alaria, who looked like she was about to protest. Lucia surreptitiously nodded at Patagonia before shushing Alaria. "You're not walking around with a gash on your leg." she said forcefully.
It wasn't her fault she was so protective. Her mother had needed extensive care for quite a few years, and the instinct was imprinted into Lucia's mind.
Patagonia murmured a hushed reply and dashed from the house, turning left and sprinting into town..
Alaria growled under her breath. Thankful she hadn't called a squad down to witness her weakness, she sighed, "If it matters that much to you… I guess. You don't need to hang over me like a dead goose, y'know," her southern twang slid in, and she bit her tongue, "I can do full sprint with much worse."
In her apartment, Patagonia bustled around the two-room space, shoving potentially useful things into bags and loading them into the pocket under the wheelchair. She knew this (organization), and she knew that whatever they were after, they wouldn't stop until they got it, and that they were all basically fucked if they weren't well prepared to either run or fight. She dashed out the front door after a few minutes, pushing the wheelchair aggressively down the sidewalk and back to the house.
"Sorry, Alaria. It's reflex for me, protecting and taking care of people. My mother-" she stopped herself. "I've had to spend a few years giving extensive care." she shrugged and looked out the window, to see Patagonia rushing down the street with a wheelchair and bags of supplies. "She's back, let's get going."
With a hand from Lucia that Alaria certainly didn't ask for, they set her into the wheelchair. Alaria, thankfully, could still push herself along, but already missed being up and on her feet. The walk was quiet for a while.
They reached the coffee shop with no interruptions or run-ins with any of the members, and, as they made their way to the bartender, Patagonia was beginning to relax. "Hey, mister. Do you know anything about the whereabouts of the-"
The man suddenly turned, though, and grabbed Patagonia by the throat, hoisting her into the air with inhuman strength. "Why hello, Patty. Pleasure to see you again."
Lucia stayed quiet. She looked around while they walked, at the shops and people and cars. She noticed a man, hunched over, carrying a trolley behind him. A bit further, a little girl walked hand in hand with her father, who was opening her popsicle. Birds flew overhead.
She looked at Alaria, pushing herself ahead of the two. She reminded her a bit of her late grandma. Not in looks or physical ability, of course, but in personality. Her grandmother had always been an active person, and she had died at 92, hit by a car while riding her bike.
Alaria jumped up in an instant, all pain forgotten in a tide of sudden adrenaline. Her gun was up before she knew and she was already moving slowly to make sure her shot was clear. She noticed, only then, that Patagonia wasn't just in his grasp, she was off the floor. Alaria cursed, "If you so much as tighten your grip, I'll put one right between your damn eyes! Put her down, right fucking now!"
(WHAT JUST HAPPENED?)
Lucia jumped at Alaria's outburst, looked at Patagonia, and held back a shout. The hooded man from across the street was holding her by the throat, lifting her up the ground.
"Holy shit! Let her go, NOW!" Lucia shouted, slipping out a dagger that she had hidden in her boot. She arranged herself in a defensive stance and stared down the man, fear blooming in her chest.
Patagonia was turning blue.
(I am just as confused, but let's just roll with it, aya?)
(yeah ok Oakie Dokie come back you're choking!!)
Patagonia's feet were beginning to twitch. Lucia knew it was time to act or watch another friend die, a horror which would surely haunt her for the remainder of her life. As the tension in her mounted and she prepared to attack, she kicked Alaria's wheelchair forward. It hit the hooded man, and bounced off him.
Sheer panic took over, and without thinking, Lucia launched herself at the man, knocking all three of them to the ground.
(oof i'm back i'm back!!!)
Patagonia's vision began to blur as she tried her best to wriggle free of his grasp, but after realizing with an icy chill that she wasn't able to breathe, mustered what was left of her strength and swung her legs forward, driving them as hard as she could into his stomach. (this is her quote-on-quote father by the way)
C'mon…. Give me a shot!
Alaria twisted and moved to try and get a clean shot in, but no matter what angle she took, it always seemed to end in Patagonia or Lucia getting shot. She holstered her gun, and called a squad in using an emergency code.
Now we pray they get here in time…
She continued trying to get a shot in.