A Night in the City

[SataiRolePlayingGuy]

OOC:  This is a sample of sorts, not necessarily meant to be responded to, but to give more of a sense of setting, and to just inject some life into the club and show I still have interest.

IC: The world had changed, unimaginably so, but in some ways it would familiar to a modern person.  Life in the city was still the same in many ways.  It was the safest place in the current world, but it was still crowded, busy, dirty, and potentially dangerous.

More dangerous for some than others.  The biggest change, unless you lived on the city borders and had to watch out for monster attacks, were the hybrids.  Women, half human, half monster.  The cities would not exist without them, humanity would not exist without them.  The cities had adjusted for their comfort.  They came in many shapes and sizes, streets, halls, rooms, most things were designed to accommodate all but the strangest varieties of them.  They protected humans, but were not entirely human themselves.

Humans, especially human males, had come to terms with them by now.  They had existed for many generations, and were now the majority of the female population.  Generally only the wealthy had a chance with ‘pure’ human women, especially long term.  If they wanted a wife, lover, or just casual sex, they generally had to look to the hybrids and the hybrids looked to them for the same, but with the understanding they still had to mate with the enemy as well, to create more hybrids.

Citlali was one of the ones least threatened by the city’s dangers, large and strong, humans made room for her, even among hybrids, only a few could potentially take her one on one.  She towered over all but a very small number of similarly sized hybrids and some monsters in the wild.  On the contrary, she could be one of the dangers.  She was sometimes used as an enforcer by those who wanted to put people in their place.  She was recognized as she walked through one of the black markets, just about anything bought here, valuables, electronics, exotic foods, some were even selling themselves, both hybrids and one or two ‘pure’ girls, for extra high price.  It was early nigh, though the sun was already down and the city soaked in artificial light of various colors and brightness.  

It crowded, both human men and hybrids passing through.  Most were not given personal space, though Citlali’s size kept other at some distance.  Sometimes she was here as a customer, sometimes as someone else’s thug, and sometimes as a boss.  In truth she was a two sided woman.  A heroine as a soldier who helped protect humanity, a soldier against the monsters, but also a gangsteresque criminal herself. 

She walked over to one of the food sellers.  Food in this case was mostly meats from various monsters.  Old animals of Earth were largely lost in the early years of the invasion.  There were a small number of plants as well grown in city gardens and small farms near the city, under hybrid protection.

”Mi...miss Citlali.  It is a pleasure to see you tonight.  Have you had any interesting experiences outside the city since your last visit?”  The shopkeeper nervously asked.  It was a  safe question.  It was the sort of thing she occasionally talked about.  Monsters she killed, monsters she mated with, strange things she saw in the wild.  That sort of thing.  “Not this time, she said casually pulling out one piece of meat and tossing it her mouth...dragon perhaps.  It wasn’t an every time thing, but hybrids were also known to eat monsters they killed at times, especially if they were out for a while.  Little here she had not previously tasted.  It was understood she was not paying for what she was eating.

”Will probably go out in the next few days.  Might head down to the arena to knock some sense into one new girls.”  The arena being a place where teen hybrids began to practice fighting, both with themselves and older hybrids.  Get a taste of combat before encountering monsters.  You put your life on the line each time you faced monsters.  95% of the time, if you got in over head you could submit and they would mate with you then leave, but there was always a chance that would fail.  You had to get some idea of how to fight before going out there, even the more delicate ones, who mated more than fought.  The shopkeeper simply nodded, watching as she eat more, and knowing, her size and appetite would keep her here a while.