"Waywhat where Order of huh?" John blinked, trying to make sense of this strange girl's words. He'd just been told that some sort of magical world existed and inbetween his own and it, a dark space of sinister creatures lived. The fact that he'd encountered crazy sights all day had left some room for suspension of disbelief, but this was something else.
"It's as crazy as it sounds. I work for an order, practically a whole conspiracy in the making from people who want you to 'conform' to what's normal and not find out that supernatural things exist."
"Oh... I see." John's mouth hung open, dazzled at this revelation. He tried to push the onion fry into his mouth but dangled it about, slapping his cheek as he stared ahead.
"Yeah, we're kinda like Men in Black but with magical stuff. Anyway, the order was formed hundreds of years ago as a kind of Religious Cult. Upon discovering them, that cult made a Pact with the magical denizens of the other world to never reveal their secret and help maintain order, thus forming a branch of exorcist who would help keep peace between the two worlds and races, humans and nephilim." Carol stretched slightly, flicking her hair as she took a deep breath. "However, 'Exorcist' became kind of a loaded term over time, and some other secret 'copycat' organizations took up the mantle and well..." Carol mumbled slightly, as if recounting something inconvenient. "let's just say the WCO is a lot more secular than it use to be. We're certainly non-affiliated with any church or illuminati spoopsters, other than financially."
"Uh huh." The startled boy replied. He crunched on the lone ring incredibly slowly, taking in everything Carol was saying.
"Anyway, sometime in the 50's we kinda 'rebranded', to take on a more friendly image. Wearing hooded garb and dressing like you belong to a satanic cult kind sends the wrong image you know? So we became 'Agents', friendly agents to subdue the fringe magical populace and threads to normality, and 'Conformality', which I'll explain more of in abit. However, with recent pop culture taking a different spin, such as movies like the MiB, Film Noir, and the Matrix, 'Agent' has also become kinda too imposing ya' know? Even though we wore suits and ties and were real friendly about it, things just got too spooky for most."
John swallowed, still listening. "So what did you do than?"
Shrugging, Carol leaned forward slightly. "We adopted 'business casual' uniforms. Although technically for me, this is a little more casual than usual. I usually wear a yellow and black tracksuit."
The boy sitting across from her blinked. "..."
"Seriously?"
"Yep. But 'I' did before that movie made it look really cool." Carol took a bite from a burger and chewed down.
"How long ago was that though, I wonder. You must be hundreds of years old if this, super secret fairy tail order or whatever has been in existence that long." John posited.
"Uh, not really." Carol shrugged. "Unless you consider 22 'old.' I've only been at this for a good 4-5 years really."
"Is that so. Than how'd you get wrapped up in any of this noise?"
The WCO agent tapped her cheek, slightly giddy.
"Summercamp."
