inkdragon
Understandably Confused
@BrookeDi
Dominic paced the small meeting room restlessly as people started to filter in. He didn't know how they could stroll to their seats so casually, how they could talk about the new movie coming out that weekend, how they could ignore the energy that crackled through the air. This was it. Rebellion was here, now. It had been brewing for years, always seemingly right on the horizon, but with the word from Washington that all Secondaries were to be relocated to governmentally decided "living communities," Dominic knew they had hit a tipping point. The people - his people - would not stand for this blatant infringement on their rights. They might have grit their teeth and played along with the marriage laws, with the curfew, with the slurs and sideways glances, but none of them could ignore something this big and immediate. It was finally time to do something real for the Secondary Rights Movement, something the government couldn't ignore. It was time to fight back, and Dominic Kingston had never been more ready. So why the hell was everyone moving so damn slowly?
The young half-dwarf scanned the room. A couple other mixed-race, he saw, at least one woman with elf blood, a couple in the corner who looked to be part dwarf, like himself. For the most part, the room looked to be filled with humans. Maybe there were a couple sympathizers there, but it looked like he had a room of casters to work with. Alright. It wasn't ideal. Dominic was of the mind that no matter how bad it got, a human spellcaster would never truly understand what it was like to be mixed. After all, they had grown up "normal." They had been able to fit in, until their powers had developed. And with practice, they could still almost blend in, if it weren't for the registry. Yes, they were all Secondary, they shared one fight, but casters came from such a different place it had always been harder for Dominic to connect with them. Still, he would make do. By the time he left this meeting, Dominic was sure the revolution would be underway.
As the crowd finally settled down and into their seats, Dominic rapped his desk with his knuckles to get their attention. He stood, drawing himself to his full height. Even if his height itself wasn't intimidating, Dominic had long ago learned that power came from attitude, not centimeters. "Thank you for coming, everyone." He smiled grimly out at the assembly. "I know this is short notice, and I appreciate your cooperation. As you all know, our situation is slightly more pressed for time than it has been in the past."
He walked around the front of the desk as he spoke. "You've all heard the news. Relocation. We, you and I, are a danger to our current communities and must be contained. For the safety of the public." Here he snorted. "It will also make us easier to track, easier to monitor, easier to control. But we all know that's only an added perk, don't we?" Sarcasm dripped from his tone and he slammed his fist down on the desk once more. "We won't stand for this! We can no longer afford to stand for it! This is a test. If we don't hold our ground now, we never will. And they will know they can take whatever they want from us, because we will let them." Dominic looked out across the room, eyes bright and hard with determination. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are here today to take the next big step for Secondary Rights. We are here to demand that which is rightfully ours."
Dominic paced the small meeting room restlessly as people started to filter in. He didn't know how they could stroll to their seats so casually, how they could talk about the new movie coming out that weekend, how they could ignore the energy that crackled through the air. This was it. Rebellion was here, now. It had been brewing for years, always seemingly right on the horizon, but with the word from Washington that all Secondaries were to be relocated to governmentally decided "living communities," Dominic knew they had hit a tipping point. The people - his people - would not stand for this blatant infringement on their rights. They might have grit their teeth and played along with the marriage laws, with the curfew, with the slurs and sideways glances, but none of them could ignore something this big and immediate. It was finally time to do something real for the Secondary Rights Movement, something the government couldn't ignore. It was time to fight back, and Dominic Kingston had never been more ready. So why the hell was everyone moving so damn slowly?
The young half-dwarf scanned the room. A couple other mixed-race, he saw, at least one woman with elf blood, a couple in the corner who looked to be part dwarf, like himself. For the most part, the room looked to be filled with humans. Maybe there were a couple sympathizers there, but it looked like he had a room of casters to work with. Alright. It wasn't ideal. Dominic was of the mind that no matter how bad it got, a human spellcaster would never truly understand what it was like to be mixed. After all, they had grown up "normal." They had been able to fit in, until their powers had developed. And with practice, they could still almost blend in, if it weren't for the registry. Yes, they were all Secondary, they shared one fight, but casters came from such a different place it had always been harder for Dominic to connect with them. Still, he would make do. By the time he left this meeting, Dominic was sure the revolution would be underway.
As the crowd finally settled down and into their seats, Dominic rapped his desk with his knuckles to get their attention. He stood, drawing himself to his full height. Even if his height itself wasn't intimidating, Dominic had long ago learned that power came from attitude, not centimeters. "Thank you for coming, everyone." He smiled grimly out at the assembly. "I know this is short notice, and I appreciate your cooperation. As you all know, our situation is slightly more pressed for time than it has been in the past."
He walked around the front of the desk as he spoke. "You've all heard the news. Relocation. We, you and I, are a danger to our current communities and must be contained. For the safety of the public." Here he snorted. "It will also make us easier to track, easier to monitor, easier to control. But we all know that's only an added perk, don't we?" Sarcasm dripped from his tone and he slammed his fist down on the desk once more. "We won't stand for this! We can no longer afford to stand for it! This is a test. If we don't hold our ground now, we never will. And they will know they can take whatever they want from us, because we will let them." Dominic looked out across the room, eyes bright and hard with determination. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are here today to take the next big step for Secondary Rights. We are here to demand that which is rightfully ours."