[COMPLETE] [[**Sequel, The Hybrid Harold, is up!**]]
The first generation past the war has settled and the result is something no one from the past would recognize. In the United Human Alliance, the human run country that takes up much of the land m...
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My mood didn't get any better by the time my interview was about to start, though I was able to glean some joy off of the fact that I was missing history class. Rather than using the Lore rooms, the interview took place in a small, spare classroom with a large meeting desk in the middle. I was met by a large man with a large smile. I was short for a dragon, as dragons were usually taller than most, but I knew he had to be tall for a dragon. He stood at over 7 feet, and his broad shoulders rounded him out to be large overall. He had soft brown hair and wore business casual, nice slacks and a nice button-down with the sleeves rolled up.
"Alenia?" He asked. When I nodded and shook his outstretched hand he continued. "My name is Victor, I'll be interviewing you today."
I was hit with a sudden nervousness at the recognition that this was, in fact, my interview. I'd decided that morning that I wouldn't purposely throw the interview, but I also wouldn't kiss ass or do something extreme to get it. I did or I didn't make it in, that was it.
"Have a seat," He said, sitting across from me and looking through the small file that Lore had built on me. I sat down and watched as he got his bearings, "Sorry about this, I would usually prepare for something like this, but I only found out this morning. Now, let's go through your application first. The first page is pretty basic, on the second page, how would you describe yourself, you answered..." Oh shit. "...I wouldn't. Well, okay," He said, laughing a little as he looked up at me. "I don't think you quite get the point, but that's fine. If you were to describe yourself, how would you do it?"
Damn. And I'd felt so wise. "I-" How do you answer that question?
"Look, Alenia, I've been through your file, if not your application, before and so I know you don't really care about Lore or any other club." Victor said, "Honestly, you seem like you just want to get out of this school as soon as you can and just get back home, and that's fine, but it's not Lore. If you join Lore it's a point of pride, we're a team and a family and we care.
"I've read the recommendation by Katie, and you obviously have the power to join, Michael made that clear-"
And that's when I interrupted the man who was probably just talking about Michael identifying me as a potential member, not about the time I beat the everliving shit out of him, or about the time I made it clear I'd kill him.
"-Michael deserved what he got and I won't apologize for it," I snapped, not letting him finish. "I told that to him, I told that to Katie and Wes, and I told it to Hank, and I'll tell it to you."
Victor merely raised his eyebrow, not really worried about the anger in my voice, or the fact that my eyes were flaming. "Deserved what he got?"
"Look, can we just go through this?" I said, wondering why the interview was going so bad when Lore was all but making me join. "I want to join, I'm just not... I dunno, introspective or whatever."
