Thread: Toe the Line (Razgriz x Unknown)

It was a story that was told for generations. And honestly, it had been so long that hardly anyone remembered a time when they were separate. History called them the first aliens, but to the modern era they were simply known as humanoids. Strange humanoid creatures possessing great intellect, strength and for some Incredible powers. Some could phase through solid matter, some could transfigure their bodies into any shape they chose and others still were oddly reminiscent of creatures referred to in the religious texts of the world. Of course, the real history was far less glorious. Up until about five hundred years ago, the various subspecies were as far removed from humans as possible early humans thought them predators, demons even...Creatures to be shunned and in many instances, destroyed. There were the few that saw past the bigotry and recognized them as friendly however, many took any means necessary to rid the world of them. However, once they started to show the Terran race how useful they could be - along with the general desire to form peaceful relationships - resistance to integrating them began to wane. It was a long process, much like human history in general, but now that the year 2000 AD was here and gone by fifteen years, they were a globally recognized group. One that could work and live anywhere, subject to the same boons and banes as every other human they lived with and next to. July 1, 2015. New York branch of Boen, Shoenecer, and King PLLC The office was aflutter with activity, lawyers and administrators of all classes typing away at emails to send to various other parties. Judges, opposing attorneys, clients, the list went on. A particularly gifted 'Gazer' perused several different case files at once, her multitude of prehensile eye-stalks capable of feeding massive amounts of information, her lithe figure dressed in a red business suit with an equally red necktie, while coworkers - a short blonde-haired female human and a stocky male in black suits similar to that of the Gazer - worked a separate pile and helped reference relevant case details. A Hakutaku was surrounded by a throng of onlookers, asking her insight into various precedents and herself firing off answers without so much as breaking a sweat, her dainty digits occasionally adjusting the square-rimmed spectacles on her heart-shaped face. And off in another corner sat one of the rising stars of the firm, Scott Hanley . One new division that the branch took on as a means to garner business was a practice involving discrimination against humanoids in the workplace and places of public service, as well as in the homestead. Namely, it was the Humanoid Defense Branch. By and large they were more durable than their human counterparts, leading employers to be less stringent about safety requirements and in some unfortunate cases, workplace harassment. And though San Francisco had garnered a reputation as a city that was very generous to its metahuman residents, there was still plenty of work to be done in helping them in other parts of the country. And New York, the Big Apple, was no different. And Scott had kind of led the charge here, using his previous background as a work injury attorney and further back, a civil law paralegal to help make landmark cases in granting the metahuman citizens the same rights to a safe workplace as any human. As it was, he'd served about twelve years here, still very much a junior by most law firms' standards. But he was largely responsible for drafting a case to submit to the Supreme Court, one to place forward a new set of regulations regarding the treatment of humanoid residents of this great nation. It would work on a member of a particularly resented subspecies...But he had no real idea what to expect, since he'd never seen this individual before now. As it was, he was preparing a brief to submit to a defendant's lawyer when he was called at his desk, a secretary letting him know that their 'star witness' was here. Pressing 'Save' and closing his laptop, he got up and after fixing the jacket of his business attire, prepared to open the door and grant her entrance. Thankfully, with it being a corner office, the walls stark save for the mounting of his license to practice law and the degrees he'd earned in this field, it was plenty spacious. And against one wall, was a luxurious and comfortable brown leather sofa for the larger humanoid subspecies to rest their bodies on. Unaware of who it was he would be meeting today.