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"Fascinating..." Rachel muttered, hands resting on his shoulders as she idly scanned him up and down, eyebrows raised. Alma was indeed a very special person in a large plethora of ways.
Which was why his reply was so surprising and caused her to flick her gaze back up at his, the woman tilting her head. "Am I? How so?"
Alma nodded his head at her questions. "Yes. That's correct. Granted, my blood has nanite machines in it as well, so it is also a mix of organic and computer," he explained. But overall, he was physically more human than computer. But it was his brain, the most important part of him, what made him, him, that was computer. His bones and teeth were also made of a metal, as well as his nervous system being integrated with computer technology. It was very complex and hard to explain though.
"My nervous system is integrated with both organic and computer components, so it's difficult to say where one ends and the other begins. They work together as one." He did his best to explain it in simple terms. He took Rachel's comment as a compliment. "I suppose I am," he said with a small smile. "But so are you. Just in a different way."
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For some multi-muse blogs, they may have two muses who are always together or may want to introduce another muse partway in the thread to shake things up.
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The offer was certainly tempting, and she'd be lying if a good meal with some good company didn't sound enticing. It was nice to make conversation with the good folks of this city, unconventional though that was for an officer of the law. They mostly just did their jobs and then mingled once their badges were hung up, but Rachel saw the job as more than just a badge.
After all, if these people were the ones who were being governed under the law, than the arm of it should be protecting the people under it. And you'll generally be better at protecting people if you knew them, or at least treated them with respect.
It wasn't as easy to turn a blind eye and submit to human survivalist apathy if there was an emotional investment, after all. And that wasn't difficult for someone like Rachel with as tender a heart as she had. It wasn't uncommon for the more macho officers to say her heart was too soft for this to be shut up the moment actual trouble reared its head and the saw how little nonsense she put up with when the lives and safety of Detroit's citizens were on the line.
The deputy may be soft, kind, and deeply compassionate and inclined towards empathy, but she was anything but weak. Everyone who ever mistook her as such quickly regretted that mistake. "That's quite kind o' you, Six. I was plannin' on maybe rustling up some grits or score up some fresh venison from the local butcher to fry up, but I've always said a meal is best enjoyed in good company." Rachel replied, deciding to accept the man's offer for a meal as compensation. She wouldn't dare ask for his money for this, it really was the least of her troubles. "What're you offerin, if y' don't mind my askin'?"
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Following with her head bowed in submission, not daring to raise it to stand above the alpha nor her son, Rachel kept close to Alma as she was led through the woods. This area...it wasn't an area that was commonly targeted, but that would only be a matter of time. If this pack was commonly sheltering here, then it might be worth warning them once day broke and they shifted back to human appearances.
But it wasn't a target yet. She just knew that the hunger of the Golden One was an unending one and nothing would ever satisfy him. So, there was no such thing as a truly safe haven. She knew that.
The hollow stood out to her, the tree large and undoubtedly older than the others. There was enough space for all of them within the hollow, and the other two wolves in the den were donned with the same silvery pelts as their alpha.
So this alpha was a lone alpha with three wolves under her...at least they were all adults, but that couldn't be easy. Rachel would have to do something to repay the kindness and hospitality shown to her.
Once Alma padded in and laid down beside his sister, Rachel chose a spot in the hollow closest to the entrance while remaining hidden. She laid in such a way that her nose would be able to catch any wayward scents that would come their way and her ears would be able to catch any echoes that bounced inside the hollow.
After all, the alpha's job was to protect the pack and doing that alone was tough. Rachel could at least grant her a little bit of mercy by helping do the same by acting as an idle scout during the night.
Her dark pelt blended in perfectly within the darkness, once her bright amber eyes shut in contrast to the silvery ghosts that haunted the hollow beside her.
She waited until the rest of them were asleep before letting herself do the same, the murmurs of nightfall sing her to sleep and carry her dreams until the inevitable sunrise.
When the dark wolf realized what was going on and started following, Gayle turned around and started back towards the den, passing her son to lead. Alma quickly fell in step behind her, but wagged his tail happily knowing that his new friend would be joining them. His mother must have been pretty impressed not to instantly drive her off. Leading another wolf to the den was unheard of.
Winding through the forest, eventually they came to the tree that formed a hollow cave under it's roots, where Gayle had made it their home on full moons. Abel and Arda were still fast asleep in the den. Gayle stood outside of it and gave a small nod of her head towards the entrance, indicating that Alma and his new friend should go inside. She was inviting Rachel to stay the night.
Alma quickly slipped into the alcove and circled the ground a few times next to Arda before laying down next to her. However, his ears remained perked up and he watched closely for his new friend. Gayle made sure she would make it inside safely.
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Blinking, her eyes widened a bit in amazement. "So, it really is like...meat and flesh in there. Blood and guts." She knew that Alma's status as a synthetic meant he was both organic and machine, but the lengths to what that actually meant in a practical sense never ceased to utterly astound her.
The minds behind Alma must feel pretty smug about themselves. "I wonder how that works...having, like...actual nerve endings without having an organic brain. Where the connections sync up between the flesh and the computer. How that all connects and interacts with each other...you really are a marvel."
Alma didn't attempt to speak again until she was done looking, knowing it would be hard for her to understand him. When she finished, he looks at her sheepishly. "That's because it is a muscle. It's one of the organic parts of me. My teeth are made of titanium though. Yes, the same as implants," he informs her. "But my tongue is realistic because it is real. Just like yours."
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"Just curious is all." She replied as if this was the most normal thing in the world. Though, Alma was used to her oddities, so this wasn't really that strange for their relationship. She peered inside at his pearly whites, tilting her head. "Fascinating...your tongue is very realistic and moves like a muscle. I'm guessing that the material they use for your teeth is similar to the material dentists use for implants and such."
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"Open up" - to Alma from Rachel >:3
"Wha- aaaaah?!" When Rachel said open up, he didn't realize she meant his mouth, but soon her fingers were in it and he was forced to keep it open just to keep from biting her. "Wha' a' 'ou 'ooin'?" He attempted to ask with his mouth open what she was doing. It was very difficult to talk like this.
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Maintaining her submissive behaviour while making her intention to protect and keep Alma safe. She did not flinch nor cower in the presence of the alpha, nor did she make any indication of a challenge to her authority. Rachel allowed the older werewolf to scent her before she simply walked past her, grabbing Alma by the scruff of his neck and dragging him away.
Rachel couldn't help but snort a bit in amusement. Her older sister used to do that, too.
As they began to walk away, the alpha wolf stopped and looked at Rachel while her son took a moment to realized she wasn't following him. When their eyes met once more, Alma's tail began to wag.
When the alpha did not move, Rachel realized she was expected to follow. She couldn't contain the hope she felt, her tail wagging rapidly as she ducked her head and walked to follow the alpha, a cheerful trot in her step as she realized she was being tentatively accepted. Even if it was just to determine if she could be trusted.
That was fine by her. Rachel knew she was trustworthy and she knew she would prove it. And she was glad to be able to spend some more time with Alma.
Alma was surprised when the dark furred wolf pressed her head under his chin to protect his throat. She had no reason to protect someone she barely knew, and yet she was ready to do so. Her body language was submissive but still protective. It seemed Alma wasn't the only one surprised by this, because his mother suddenly stopped growling and her ears pressed downwards slightly, her head raising up and her posture relaxing.
Gayle approached with her head held high with authority, but no longer threatening. She sniffed at the other female wolf, then stood back and sized her up, as if mulling over whether she was worth the time of day or not.
Her conclusion was a mystery to Alma, as instead of doing anything with the other wolf, his mother bypassed her altogether and put her mouth on the scruff of his neck, pulling him away from her as if he were a puppy she was taking back to the den. This was a bit embarrassing for Alma, as he was a full grown adult werewolf, but he got the message and quickly fell into step beside his mother so she would stop pulling him by the scruff.
It was time to go.
Alma made it a few steps in front of his mother before he realized she'd stopped and turned back towards the other wolf. She was waiting for his new friend to follow. Alma's ears perked up and his tail started wagging a bit. This was good. It meant his mother was at least not hostile towards the dark furred wolf. Perhaps she would even give her shelter for the night in their den.
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Alma's eagerness to play was immediately welcome, Rachel was glad that he was so recipient of her attempts to socialize and he seemed to be a good sport. Did he have siblings? Was he the oldest? Her older sister used to pretend to lose when she was little so that she would learn important skills from their play fights and to not pick on her.
Or was Alma perhaps a younger sibling in a pack where the dynamic was dictated by the strongest and he opted to be more submissive when interacting with a new wolf? Had she been a threat, she hoped he was more aggressive and cautious. He seemed to have a good sense of it when he met her, so she had no reason to believe he wouldn't defend himself if a threat made itself known to him. But she was glad that he didn't mistake her for one.
Once playtime was over, Alma flipping over and standing at attention, Rachel's attention was drawn to the much larger wolf, the female growling threateningly. There was no question - this wolf was Alma's alpha. Though, the absence of the other half to her pair was telling. Either the male alpha was gone or he was chased out, and if it was the latter, it would make sense why she was so protective of her son.
Bowing her head, but keeping her posture, ears, and tail relaxed, Rachel whined to show submission to the alpha. She did not want to come off as a threat and she wanted to show respect. When Alma put himself between them, Rachel instinctively pressed her head underneath his chin, protecting his most vital area from attack.
Even though she had no reason to believe that the alpha would harm her son, Rachel had seen enough violence from the Golden Wolf to know not to underestimate any wolf in a position of power over others. Even in a small pack made of immediate family, like they typically were.
Or, at least were supposed to be, so to speak.
When the other wolf yipped, Alma was afraid he'd hurt her at first. But it quickly registered as a playful sound as she started bapping at him as well. His mouth fell open into a happy canine grin and he panted until she jumped to tackle him. Despite the gentleness of her play attack, Alma rolled over onto his back anyways, exposing his belly. A show of trust and vulnerability.
As she nibbled on his ear, he pawed at her, kicking his feet in the air in a fake attempt to get her off of him. Then he opened his mouth and bit the air around her face as if snapping at her, but far less aggressively.Basically he was putting on a show of fighting her off, but eventually giving in with the werewolf equivalent of "Oh, darn, you got me."
However, all the play went out of him when a commanding bark came from the treeline. He recognized it instantly as his mother's. Quickly, Alma rolled back onto his feet and shook off the snow before bowing his head and tucking his tail between his legs, facing the direction the bark came from. His mother stood just in the shadows, growling menacingly at the other wolf Alma had been playing with. However, despite his submissive posture, Alma stepped protectively in front of his new friend, creating a barrier between her and his mother.
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The willingness to engage was a good sign, and his careful acceptance of her invitation to play only encouraged her. As Alma bapped at her nose, Rachel yipped quietly and raised up to bring her paws down onto the ground, bapping the silver wolf in return and jumping to tackle him without forcing him into his back.
She didn't want to make him feel vulnerable and exposed, after all.
Gently, she teethed at his ear as she playfully wrestled him, bushy tail wagging rapidly as she properly engaged in play with Alma.
As the other werewolf dropped into a more playful position, Alma was reminded of his sister. She was the only other wolf he'd seen take such a stance. His mother never played with him, and his brother, Abel, was more serious when he 'played'. It was more a show of dominance for him than it was a recreational activity. Arda, on the other hand, was carefree and fun loving. She would often ask him to play with her in wolf form, and Alma was the only one that ever humored her.
This made him more inclined to oblige his new friend as well. However, he wasn't sure how to play with the female wolf, as he hadn't played very often with other werewolves before. His sister was the only one, and he knew her limits and how far to go. He knew how she liked to play. This wolf was new and he didn't know what to expect from them or what they expected from him.
So, not knowing what else to do, Alma awkwardly mirrored the other wolf's actions. He lowered his front half, splaying his front legs out in front of him so his tail wagged high in the air, then let his tongue loll out of his mouth as he panted, giving a canine smile. The only difference in his stance compared to hers was that his head cocked to one side curiously, as if silently asking if he was playing correctly. He hesitantly reached a paw out to her and bapped at her nose lightly a few times.
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"It's very simple really" he explained pulling out a small packet "I pull three randomly packaged cards and they will indicate how the previous year was, how the new year will come in, and how your year will be" hands positioned so she couldn't get a glimpse of the packaging he revealed the cards one by one with flourish
"Shuppet: You had intense emotions and sadness last year, but it made you grow stronger
"Pikachu: You turn the energy you've gathered into a strong defense you can use if people don't heed your warning growls
"and Galarian Runerigus: The power of spite will protect you from others who might curse your good fortune"
Of all the things she didn’t expect, this was certainly one of them. But like everything else, it endeared Rachel to Sixty even more than she was already, which was seemingly impossible, and yet he made the impossible possible every day.
Smiling at him, Rachel reached out and took his hand. “Well, who am I to argue with such impeccable wisdom?”
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"Rachel! I found a way to make predictions on how the new year will go" Sixty said holding something behind his back while rocking back on his heels
Raising an eyebrow curiously, Rachel gave him an amused smile and turned around in her chair, sitting slightly hunched forward with her hands folded neatly in her lap. Her attention was fully on him. “Oh? Have you, now?” She asked cheekily, a playful smirk creasing her cheek as she stared up at the android. “Do tell.”
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"My dog's not the only pet I've got. I've also got a piebald ball python named Monty." She laughed, fondly remembering her scaly little friend back at home. "He's the biggest laziest sweetie, so much that I practically have to shove the food into his mouth so that he eats properly."
Listening to Harper talk about her dear feline companion, Rachel practically melted. "Awww, I love cats that have stories like that. Those kinds of cats have the biggest personalities I find." She commented, chuckling warmly. "I have a soft spot for black cats myself. Who wouldn't want a little void that yells at you because it loves you and wants food?" Her smile fell just the slightest when she thought about the things. "People still think they're bad luck, somehow, though...and that makes me sad that people still overlook them because of it. It's not fair to the little things..."
Shaking her head, she shrugged. This wasn't good conversation for the holidays and the last thing Harper probably wanted to hear were depressing animal adoption statistics. "What kinda cat is yours?"
"I look forward to meeting him. Always wanted a dog growing up..." Harper muses, her shoulders relaxed now as she lets loose, enjoying Rachel's company. "Ooh, now that's a can of worms you'll want to seal once you get me started. Valentine is my baby."
She grins at the mention of her feline companion. "Found him on one of my first patrols with the DPD. On Valentine's day. Poor thing was cold and hurt so I took him in. And...don't know, after that, I couldn't part with 'em. Little bastard stole my heart."
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"Fine by me." Rachel said, glad that Harper was at least open to stopping by. Nobody should be alone during the holidays, after all. Even if it's only for a brief moment, and she was nothing if not open to others. "Don't you worry, he's a big ol' gentle sweetie. Though, one of these days I would love to hear about your cat."
Quickly enough, the café began to emerge into view before them, just down the street across the crosswalk on the corner.
Harper mulled the offer over for a bit, habitually chewing the inside of her cheek as she thinks. “Well, I can’t work a 24hr shift. As much as I’d like to.” She reasons aloud, while slipping hands into her coat pocket. “And I do love dogs…”
A smile finds her lips as Rachel’s feet crush the ice beneath her, almost as though symbolically breaking the ice around Harper as well. “I could stop by when I get off. I mean, if that works?”
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Smiling at her android companion, Rachel gently bumped her shoulder with his, sighing through her nose. It was a strange connection they had, but they did have an understanding between them that was all their own. Much like the connection Rachel had with Hank was all their own, too. "Thanks, Connor. I appreciate it." She murmured in reply.
At the mention of Kamski and then the inquiry of her father, she deflated a bit, grabbing her arm and fiddling with the sleeve. "I had a father figure...he passed away a long time ago and that's when my relationship with my mother completely imploded...I don't really like talking about it, much." She admitted, closing her eyes and trying to allow the bitter pain in her chest to subside. What made her father's death so much worse was her mother's response.
There was a reason she was cut off from her life. Rachel wanted nothing to do with her, anymore. "At least I still have my sister. We talk to each other a lot and she's the only family I have left, so...I'm not completely alone. And here, I've got Hank, too...he's sort of filled the void that my dad left behind, I'll admit."
She then glanced up at Connor, basking in the calm depths of his dark eyes. They made her feel safe. Accepted. Like she could tell him anything. "And I've got you, too. So...it's not all bad."
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Connor breathed a laugh but he returned to a more neutral expression when Rachel told him more about those feelings and about herself. He never would have thought she also struggled with these emotions, well he knew humans struggled a lot but something like that wasn’t right. They were people, they deserved to be treated as such but then again with what he hears through the DPD on a daily basis he shouldn’t be surprised. While he and Hank mainly dealt with android cases, he did hear little things from the other detectives about what they were doing or something would come up in one of their investigations with human involvement. Humans really confused him sometimes.
“I’m sorry.” Was all he could say, he knew she likely didn’t want pity but he wanted to hear her out or at least as much as she wanted to say. While she was his friend and listening to his struggles, he was also there to listen to her. That’s what friends did. “If you want to talk about it as well, I’m here. I hope you have someone though, like for me I have Hank. He might not be the best sometimes but I trust him and it’s good to have someone you can look up to. It’s better than the alternative for a father. That would be Kamski in my case.” He hated that man, who got someone to shoot someone of their own kind as a test! Everything about him made his blood boil, but that was a whole other rant so he kept that to himself.
“Do you have a good father figure? If you don’t mind me asking that is. I won’t pry if you’re not okay with it and you don’t have to go too much into detail about your mother if you don’t want to.” His LED cycled a quick amber but rested on a calm blue as his emotions stabilized and the comfort knowing he wasn’t alone. Well, it was both a comfort and a sense of anger. Rachel was the kindest human he’s met, she didn’t deserve anything bad happening to her and if he could help her in any way that would be good enough for him.
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Warily, she accepted the gesture offered to her. To her relief, it seemed that their meeting was appreciated and that she was accepted. Good. Perhaps Rachel had made a new friend. A new ally. Wolves needed to look out for one another, especially when packs these days were few and far in-between, many of them broken up and then subsumed by the largest pack in the city. Said alpha was ruthless and operated his pack in an unnatural and disruptive way.
She hoped that whichever pack he belonged to wouldn't suffer the same fate.
Panting slightly, the dark werewolf then dropped into a play bow, hoping to show her more friendly side to him and help him get more comfortable with her. To help show him that he could trust her and that she was a friend. That she wanted to be a friend. She hoped that it would work. It had been such a long time since she had been part of a pack and she didn't want to go back to the pack she had escaped from.
She wanted to remain a free wolf, but lone wolves didn't tend to survive very long as lone wolves, so it was imperative that she find either a pack to join or at the very least fellow werewolves she could trust. And she had a good feeling about this silver wolf that captured the light of the pale moon above them so elegantly.
As the other wolf stepped out of the shadows, Alma tilted his head to the other side. He couldn't help but let his tail wag slightly behind him as she approached. Her demeanor wasn't threatening, so he wasn't afraid. As she sniffed at him, he sniffed back, moving closer and circling her to try and get a solid scent from her.
When he reached her face again, Alma panted happily before licking at her ear. A sign of acceptance. As far as he was concerned, he'd made a new friend.
He wasn't sure his mother would approve, but for now, she didn't know, and what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.
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"Yes, well...I've been learning to appreciate the value of 'warmth,' as it were." Connor remarked, noting that it was one of those things that didn't make much sense to him before deviancy, at least not in any personal way. He could observe warmth in humans towards each other and even in Hank and others towards him. It was a certain type of affection expressed in a very specific way. Something between comfort and appreciation that he had a limited personal understanding of, but could feel something adjacent to in very specific circumstances and after doing specific things in tandem with others, most often Hank and then Rachel at times.
It was different actually knowing what 'warmth' felt like. He grew to really appreciate it, the way it left him with a sense of...peace. That was how he finally came to understand it. A sense of peace brought by comfort and appreciation from others for you, and that comfort and appreciation you felt for others.
He counted himself fortunate to understand that, now. And then felt pained that Sixty was cut off from that. But the fact that he was contacting him now meant that that could be rectified. He just needed to discern the circumstantial parameters necessary to accomplish the task. "That would be a suitable start to our investigation. From there, we can determine how best to proceed."
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