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I SWEAR I HAVE NOT ABANDONED IT I'M JUST A SNAIL
Fang loped over from where she had been chatting with Amodar.
“Oh, are we comparing class cards? Been a moment since we did that.”
She sounded way too excited for her own good as she approached their shared desk space again. Lightning looked up and found the rest of their squad mates gathering around as Fang flopped casually down into her rolling chair.
“I’m an S-class,” bragged Fang, putting her hands behind her head and flexing her arms.
She looked insufferably smug considering she was talking about a horrible blood curse of unspeakable guilt that could turn her into an unstoppable, ravening beast once a month.
“That’s only when you go full loup garou,” interrupted Rygdea. He winked at Lightning before continuing to nettle Fang. “Otherwise you’re what? In C-class?”
“I’m a B-class, you prick!”
The devolved into good-natured bickering, before Lightning finally sighed and interrupted.
“Okay, but what do the classes mean? Like…in practical terms?”
“They are, for lack of a better term, power rankings,” explained Amodar. “Threat classifications, almost. Each level is indicative of thresholds for abilities. An imperfect system, by all means, but one that the department was rather keen on when the SCS was first established.”
Interesting. Lightning mulled over the class definitions as her squadmates each revealed their ranks. Rydgea and Amodar were C-class, Kimahri and Fang were in B-class (barring loup garou transformations), Cid was a D-class, and Ashe was an A-class.
“So Ashe has the highest class ranking in the SCS?”
Ashe demurred from the recognition. “That would be the captain. She has a full S-class ranking.”
Considering that she was a dragon, that seemed to check out, in Lightning’s opinion.
