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{The Rebellion}
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QueenofDorks
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The morning was bleary, rebel members barely piling into the halls of their declared abode -- a house that had been built for all sense and purpose for the rebellion, a gift from an anonymous ally amongst the seething Government. Far from the nearest towns, secluded out amongst land they owned. Perhaps it was the recent mission that were dragging people down, many had been wounded in the prison raid and the assigned medics proceeded with all nighters to stitch and bandage their wounds, working on the clock 24/7 to assure everyone was cared for.
There may not be many working at this very moment but there was the two who were up, walking and discussing the latest within their group. The redhead witch and her scruffy looking demon walked side by side as they passed through the corridors, treading lightly to the kitchen.
"We have the newest recruits, most need training but don't worry. I'll whoop them into shape." Andras assured his companion with a sly hint loud and thrill in his voice. Which induced an eye roll from the woman. "Anything else?"
"Ah. And there is the matter of the prisoner. He has high intel revolving around the Government, dare I say it has to do with another upcoming enforced law. It's growing worse as the days pass. I fear that what we do isn't helping."
Her footsteps ceased. Sharply she pivoted to the side and met his coy ember orbs, the daring look it withheld. "We are helping. We saved thirty prisoners yesterday --"
"We need another hideout, Jade. And my bar -- The Crow, can't be the only one or the house we stand in now. We're withholding survivors and that's it. We need to devise on bigger plans, bring down politicians. Make our name known, our outcry against this all. Leave it to me and I can help, truly." This conversation had been an ongoing argument against them both, the demon skewering points into the witch but there was no telling what really went down in his head. What thoughts and ideas swirled within his mind. How extreme he'd go to achieve such things. That's what feared her the most, holding her back from accepting his help. "I'll think about it," she breathed out the lie in a quiet comment. "Save me a plate for breakfast, I'll visit him now. Best to get it over with." And without another word she diverted herself down another corridor, away from Andras and his greatly prepared replies.
(I hope this was a good enough starter. ;;; )
There may not be many working at this very moment but there was the two who were up, walking and discussing the latest within their group. The redhead witch and her scruffy looking demon walked side by side as they passed through the corridors, treading lightly to the kitchen.
"We have the newest recruits, most need training but don't worry. I'll whoop them into shape." Andras assured his companion with a sly hint loud and thrill in his voice. Which induced an eye roll from the woman. "Anything else?"
"Ah. And there is the matter of the prisoner. He has high intel revolving around the Government, dare I say it has to do with another upcoming enforced law. It's growing worse as the days pass. I fear that what we do isn't helping."
Her footsteps ceased. Sharply she pivoted to the side and met his coy ember orbs, the daring look it withheld. "We are helping. We saved thirty prisoners yesterday --"
"We need another hideout, Jade. And my bar -- The Crow, can't be the only one or the house we stand in now. We're withholding survivors and that's it. We need to devise on bigger plans, bring down politicians. Make our name known, our outcry against this all. Leave it to me and I can help, truly." This conversation had been an ongoing argument against them both, the demon skewering points into the witch but there was no telling what really went down in his head. What thoughts and ideas swirled within his mind. How extreme he'd go to achieve such things. That's what feared her the most, holding her back from accepting his help. "I'll think about it," she breathed out the lie in a quiet comment. "Save me a plate for breakfast, I'll visit him now. Best to get it over with." And without another word she diverted herself down another corridor, away from Andras and his greatly prepared replies.
(I hope this was a good enough starter. ;;; )
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Trixie yawned as she walked into the main dining hall, her hair and clothing showing she probably hadn't had much sleep to be up this early. She was one of the new recruits to this, having only recently learned about the rebellion, and was eager to fight back against the government. Though she hadn't expected the various rules that applied by joining here either. Which she took great care to bend, or all out break, when she could without putting everyone in major danger. She might fight against authority, but she knew they had enough trouble in the world without her breaking rules that could get them captured or killed.
She yawned again and grabbed a plate to get some breakfast, glaring at a few of the more bubbly recruits or members who greeted her. She was tired, and wasn't a morning person, so being up for breakfast was a feat for Trixie. Abeit she was up only because she hadn't been allowed to roll over and go back to sleep. She sighed and collected her breakfast, then located a place to sit, fairly distant from everyone else.
((I'm assuming the prisoner Andras mentioned is Maddox ^-^))
Maddox sighed softly, laying awake on the small cot he had been provided. At least there was a minor hint of hospitality. He was thanking his lucky stars that he was even alive. Though he was bothered by the fact no one would believe him when he said he was on their side, but he should have expected that much with who his father was. He yawned, and rolled into his side, his back to the door of his prison room.
She yawned again and grabbed a plate to get some breakfast, glaring at a few of the more bubbly recruits or members who greeted her. She was tired, and wasn't a morning person, so being up for breakfast was a feat for Trixie. Abeit she was up only because she hadn't been allowed to roll over and go back to sleep. She sighed and collected her breakfast, then located a place to sit, fairly distant from everyone else.
((I'm assuming the prisoner Andras mentioned is Maddox ^-^))
Maddox sighed softly, laying awake on the small cot he had been provided. At least there was a minor hint of hospitality. He was thanking his lucky stars that he was even alive. Though he was bothered by the fact no one would believe him when he said he was on their side, but he should have expected that much with who his father was. He yawned, and rolled into his side, his back to the door of his prison room.
QueenofDorks
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A looming shadow soon passed over Trixie minutes after she had found a secluded spot to sit at. Then, adjacent to her, the chair squeaked as the demon presumedly claimed the spot. He placing two plates down that had been filled to the brim with the plentiful food that had been conjured by the various members that took over cooking duty. With him was a file, tossed to the side, open wide to the spilling contents; among the filed papers were profiles of the recruits, one currently fixated with Trixie's name on it. "Trixie Matthews, Nephlim. Newest newbie to our lovely organization. I wonder what makes you tick." He mused thoughtfully, Andras casting a brief glance upon her. His fingers agilely plucked up the silverware he had scoffed up from the cooks and fiddled with them absentmindedly.
"Or, precisely, what makes you not want to eat breakfast with your fellow recruits? Hm?" He taunted, extending a hand over to tap his fork slightly on the edge of her plate, expecting an answer from the girl.
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(Yes, Andras was indeed referring to Maddox. ^^)
Jade wound herself downstairs, down into the basement that contained their prisoners, most of the survivors too as they currently lacked any bedrooms in the top floors. She needed to highly consider Andras' offer, sort it out in peace and quiet; contemplate the pros and the cons. Otherwise... the house would grow considerably cramped. The basement was quiet, interiored to replicate a corridor with various doors lining the dully colored walls. Rebel members stood guard, uttering their respects to the witch. Which she mutely acknowledged. Her fingers tugged the necklace from her petite neck, numerous keys spilling out into view and she plucked a particular one, undoing it from the chain. She tucked it into the lock and turned it till a click sounded, the ginger tressed woman pushing inwards into his room.
"Mr. O'Connor, may I have a word with you?"
"Or, precisely, what makes you not want to eat breakfast with your fellow recruits? Hm?" He taunted, extending a hand over to tap his fork slightly on the edge of her plate, expecting an answer from the girl.
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(Yes, Andras was indeed referring to Maddox. ^^)
Jade wound herself downstairs, down into the basement that contained their prisoners, most of the survivors too as they currently lacked any bedrooms in the top floors. She needed to highly consider Andras' offer, sort it out in peace and quiet; contemplate the pros and the cons. Otherwise... the house would grow considerably cramped. The basement was quiet, interiored to replicate a corridor with various doors lining the dully colored walls. Rebel members stood guard, uttering their respects to the witch. Which she mutely acknowledged. Her fingers tugged the necklace from her petite neck, numerous keys spilling out into view and she plucked a particular one, undoing it from the chain. She tucked it into the lock and turned it till a click sounded, the ginger tressed woman pushing inwards into his room.
"Mr. O'Connor, may I have a word with you?"
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Trixie's eyes darted up to the demon who sat adjacent to her, glaring. "I'm not a morning person, if you must know. Find me at lunch and I'll be the talk of the table." She stated, yawning as she batted away Andras' fork from her plate. "I don't recall anywhere in the rule book that I had to eat every meal with these people." She muttered, grumbling softly. She sighed, and pushed her hair from her face, yawning again. "Even if a rule like that would only make me not want to eat with them more." She scoffed, rolling her eyes. She lifted her own fork and took a bite of food, chewing slowly as she regarded the demon. "Why are you interested in me anyway?" She asked suddenly.
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Maddox blinked as he heard the tell tale sound of a key in the lock of his prison room, and sat up as the ginger haired woman entered the room. He regarded her warily, curious as to what she wanted. "I don't necessarily think I much have a choice in the matter of whether you have a word with me or not." He said, crossing his arms over his chest as he surveyed the woman.
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Maddox blinked as he heard the tell tale sound of a key in the lock of his prison room, and sat up as the ginger haired woman entered the room. He regarded her warily, curious as to what she wanted. "I don't necessarily think I much have a choice in the matter of whether you have a word with me or not." He said, crossing his arms over his chest as he surveyed the woman.
QueenofDorks
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Andra guffawed with laughter, raspy chuckles, as his mouth quirked to allow a formed grin. His jaw jutted forwards as he began to speak, withdrawing his hand backwards to poke at the breakfast meal that stacked his plate; eggs, sausages, and pancakes. "Hon, you're not special -- you haven't been singled out by me for any reason. I've invested in getting to know my recruits, the people that will be at my side fighting someday. I need to know their weaknesses, their strengths." He dwindled on with expressive motions, a bit flair of slight sarcasm in them -- just slightly. He paused, reconsidering his words and then continued. "And by the looks of it," he directed his fork at her once more, a jabbing point, "you're weakness is the lack of being a team player. Might want to work on that before I step in to help."
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"I suppose not, no. But the least you could do is be cooperative while I question you." Jade implemented as she stepped further into the room, tucking aside the tinkling key necklace; hiding it from his sight. She elongated her arm backwards and without barely a touch the door closed, clicking shut. The witch paced forward and clasped her hands in front, mouth trying to work around the prepared words. Logically planning them out in order. "Let's start off with the most obvious. What has brought you to my little rebellion? Hm? The reasonings why you stand at your side despite being the son of a well notable politician. Is this some cry for attention? Or are you positive on your view stance on the supernatural."
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"I suppose not, no. But the least you could do is be cooperative while I question you." Jade implemented as she stepped further into the room, tucking aside the tinkling key necklace; hiding it from his sight. She elongated her arm backwards and without barely a touch the door closed, clicking shut. The witch paced forward and clasped her hands in front, mouth trying to work around the prepared words. Logically planning them out in order. "Let's start off with the most obvious. What has brought you to my little rebellion? Hm? The reasonings why you stand at your side despite being the son of a well notable politician. Is this some cry for attention? Or are you positive on your view stance on the supernatural."
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Trixie blinked, and sighed, "I can work just fine with others. I'm actually a rather cheerful person had I been able to sleep more." She stated, clearly not amused by whatever he found so funny. She sighed, "I never make good impressions in the mornings." She shrugged, speaking a bit of egg onto her fork and taking a bite. She chewed thoughtfully for a moment, her demeanor slowly changing now that she'd been awake for a while. "It's rules I don't like. Never have, and never will." She stated, shrugging. She looked to the demon, a smirk on her features now that she was waking up with food in her belly. "Though... depending on the type of help your offering, I might fake it just because." She laughed softly, her eyes studying his features. Or at least, the bit of him she could see over the table.
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Maddox shrugged, "I like the supernatural. You all have always fascinated me." He said, watching the witch as she hid the keys from him and paced into the room. "It's not right to kill something into extinction merely because one is afraid of that something. Everything and everyone has a place in this world." He sighed, leaning against the wall behind his cot, folding his hands behind his head for a kind of pillow. "I want to fight back. I don't like what my father is doing, but I'm not in a position to stop him. So, I came looking for someone who I could help. Because of my position as the son of a notable politician." He smirked, watching her. He wondered if she'd believe him, unlike anyone else he had told his story to. But he was truthful when he said it, and he still was. He wanted to help those who were here rather than hinder them.
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Maddox shrugged, "I like the supernatural. You all have always fascinated me." He said, watching the witch as she hid the keys from him and paced into the room. "It's not right to kill something into extinction merely because one is afraid of that something. Everything and everyone has a place in this world." He sighed, leaning against the wall behind his cot, folding his hands behind his head for a kind of pillow. "I want to fight back. I don't like what my father is doing, but I'm not in a position to stop him. So, I came looking for someone who I could help. Because of my position as the son of a notable politician." He smirked, watching her. He wondered if she'd believe him, unlike anyone else he had told his story to. But he was truthful when he said it, and he still was. He wanted to help those who were here rather than hinder them.
QueenofDorks
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The demon had skewered his fork into a piece of cooked sausage, dipped into the maple syrup that was oozed over his pancakes, the man slightly eying Jade's growing cold food. Contemplating the idea of eating it for himself, he had quite an appetite this morning. Trixie's smirk had surprised him, just slightly enough; his shock barely noticeable and rather well suppressed. Andras' mouth curled to replicate a sneering grin and he tilted his head, a mocking manner of curiosity. "Was that a flirting remark I just heard?" He scoffed, chewing around the sausage he had delightfully plopped into his mouth. His brows raised and he tsked with disapproval, head bobbing from side to side in a shaking motion. "My, Trixie. You know that is quite the scandalous thing to do. After all, I'm the superior commander; second in charge. And, may I say this now, I enforce the rules." His voice purred just slightly at the hidden innuendo that laid beneath his words, ember colored hues twinkling with amusement.
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"For a minute there you sound like a boasting politician on what is indeed right. Nowadays you'd get jailed for doing the absurdity of defending supernaturals." Jade retorted, and dared to draw herself closer to his cot. The dim lighting of the room allowed enough light to study him, his features and the lingering smirk. It was a bit unnerving but pushed it to the back of her mind. "Would you be willing then to supply information?" She prompted curiously, the gears turning in her head with various ideas -- plus the knowledge she could get of it, that would aid their rebellion. "Having someone on the inside is useful. Particularly to know your father's and his budding fellow politicians next moves. Their meetings, any new conforming laws they want to ebb out to the public. If you want to help then accept what I'm offering to you now. You be the man on the inside, that plays the games for those who cannot, and supply us with leads and details. Agree to this and you will be released from this cell under my orders."
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"For a minute there you sound like a boasting politician on what is indeed right. Nowadays you'd get jailed for doing the absurdity of defending supernaturals." Jade retorted, and dared to draw herself closer to his cot. The dim lighting of the room allowed enough light to study him, his features and the lingering smirk. It was a bit unnerving but pushed it to the back of her mind. "Would you be willing then to supply information?" She prompted curiously, the gears turning in her head with various ideas -- plus the knowledge she could get of it, that would aid their rebellion. "Having someone on the inside is useful. Particularly to know your father's and his budding fellow politicians next moves. Their meetings, any new conforming laws they want to ebb out to the public. If you want to help then accept what I'm offering to you now. You be the man on the inside, that plays the games for those who cannot, and supply us with leads and details. Agree to this and you will be released from this cell under my orders."
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Trixie laughed warmly, and took another bite of her meal, watching the demon. She leaned on the table, and smiled slyly. "Sounds like you enforce other things as well. Might be fun to figure out what that is. Good thing I don't follow the rules." She said slyly, and giggled softly, leaning back in her chair. She ate a bit more silently, watching Andras. "If there is one thing the commanding officer should know about me, is that I despise rules and authority. I like a challenge, and I try anything at least once." She said smoothly, winking at him before standing and lifting her tray of food. "If you'll excuse me." She smiled and headed off to deposit her half eaten tray of food for those who washed the dishes.
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Maddox thought for a moment, and nodded. "Certainly." He said simply, shrugging his shoulders. He sat forward, and nodded to the witch. "You probably know this, but my name is Maddox." He introduced himself, standing and offering his hand to shake. "And I couldn't help but notice, it looks like you are having housing difficulties." He noted, smiling. "There is an old motel," He said, shrugging, "I purchased it to renovate as a business investment, but haven't had time to do anything with it. Your overflow is welcome to using it." He offered.
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Maddox thought for a moment, and nodded. "Certainly." He said simply, shrugging his shoulders. He sat forward, and nodded to the witch. "You probably know this, but my name is Maddox." He introduced himself, standing and offering his hand to shake. "And I couldn't help but notice, it looks like you are having housing difficulties." He noted, smiling. "There is an old motel," He said, shrugging, "I purchased it to renovate as a business investment, but haven't had time to do anything with it. Your overflow is welcome to using it." He offered.
QueenofDorks
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Andras craned his neck backwards to observe the retreating form of Trixie, moments after she politely excused herself from the table. He tapped his fingers against the silverware still tucked against his hands, the demon quite contently wrapping his head around the playful woman. Her countered comments pulled at his thoughts and he chuckled, smirking pridefully. "Quite a good impression." He remarked to himself, continuing to down his meal.
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Jade casted one pausing glance at his outstretched offering hand, an opportunity to shake upon it like fellow allies. Instead she merely avoided it and pivoted upon her feet. "I'm aware of quite a lot of things about you Mr. O'Connor. Name included." She pushed the door open, the bright lights of the corridor split into the room; casting their shadows about. The ginger tressed witch turned backwards, arm outwards to hold open the wooden reinforced door. "Give me the address and I'll have my scouts scope out the property. Once it fits my per standards I'll have my second in command start setting things up. Thank you. Your cooperation is appreciative."
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Jade casted one pausing glance at his outstretched offering hand, an opportunity to shake upon it like fellow allies. Instead she merely avoided it and pivoted upon her feet. "I'm aware of quite a lot of things about you Mr. O'Connor. Name included." She pushed the door open, the bright lights of the corridor split into the room; casting their shadows about. The ginger tressed witch turned backwards, arm outwards to hold open the wooden reinforced door. "Give me the address and I'll have my scouts scope out the property. Once it fits my per standards I'll have my second in command start setting things up. Thank you. Your cooperation is appreciative."
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Trixie paused, glancing back at the demon Andras, and laughed softly to herself before leaving the dining hall. Training would be soon, and she wanted to wake up a bit more before it came time to defy anything ordered to her. It was a taxing job, but one she enjoyed. Though she wasn't sure how well others enjoyed her blatant rebellion for any rules that wouldn't get people killed. She shrugged to herself, and laughed again, before heading outside to stretch her wings.
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Maddox shrugged, and tucked his hands into his pockets, reciting the address from memory, which was only a couple miles away, and well out of city limits. "As I said, it needs some renovating, which I have the funds for, just draw up whatever plans you need." he said, and followed her out of the room. He stretched, happy to be out of the room and somewhere that was at least a little more entertaining than solitary confinement. "Please. Maddox. Mr. O'Connor is my father, and that is someone I am most certainly not." he said over his shoulder to the witch.
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Maddox shrugged, and tucked his hands into his pockets, reciting the address from memory, which was only a couple miles away, and well out of city limits. "As I said, it needs some renovating, which I have the funds for, just draw up whatever plans you need." he said, and followed her out of the room. He stretched, happy to be out of the room and somewhere that was at least a little more entertaining than solitary confinement. "Please. Maddox. Mr. O'Connor is my father, and that is someone I am most certainly not." he said over his shoulder to the witch.
QueenofDorks
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As soon as Andras finished up mowing down his meal, he collected his empty plate and Jade's still filled with cold food. He deposited them at a side counter that was already teetering with various dirty dishes, to be cleaned later by the rebels who were on cleanup duty. He abandoned the dining hall and wounded his way to the training rooms with long strides. The gear and equipment needed to be set up before he pummels the newest recruits into rebels that Jade expected them all to be. His footsteps echoed throughout the halls, passing a few fellow members who greeted him. The man acknowledging them in return with a nod.
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"I, however, won't have the time to draw up any plans. So that will have to be placed upon my second in command once again. I'm sure he'll enjoy it." Jade replied stiffly, the witch beginning to ease her feet up the basement stairs -- few wooden boards creaking along the way in protest. She paused in mid-step, addressing the man with her icy blue hues. "And that will be my decision if you're like your father or not. I've accepted you into my rebellion, into my home, and given you a task to test your trust and ability at what you can do as a mere human. Break it and I cannot trust you that you're betrayal will be let off easy." She continued making her way up the stairs, "You may return home when you wish."
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"I, however, won't have the time to draw up any plans. So that will have to be placed upon my second in command once again. I'm sure he'll enjoy it." Jade replied stiffly, the witch beginning to ease her feet up the basement stairs -- few wooden boards creaking along the way in protest. She paused in mid-step, addressing the man with her icy blue hues. "And that will be my decision if you're like your father or not. I've accepted you into my rebellion, into my home, and given you a task to test your trust and ability at what you can do as a mere human. Break it and I cannot trust you that you're betrayal will be let off easy." She continued making her way up the stairs, "You may return home when you wish."
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Trixie landed from her short flight with a large grin, being in the air always did that for her. She loved flying more than anything, so far. She sighed, and straightened her hair and clothing as her wings returned to their hiding place on her back, fixing her hair while she was at it. She smiled and headed back into the rebel base, and wound her way down to the training rooms, though she hung back when she neared. She would wait until everyone was gathered and 'class' was about to start before making her presence known. She snickered softly to herself.
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Maddox shrugged, "I'm not my father, and I never will be." he said, "But make your own assumptions. Just give me a pen and paper and I'll write down everything I know so far of what's going on in my father's office." he said with a light smile. He followed her out of the basement, and glanced around, "Will I receive the same treatment as I did when I brought here? Blindfolded, unconscious, and left on the edge of town?" he asked sarcastically, but not in a mean way.
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Maddox shrugged, "I'm not my father, and I never will be." he said, "But make your own assumptions. Just give me a pen and paper and I'll write down everything I know so far of what's going on in my father's office." he said with a light smile. He followed her out of the basement, and glanced around, "Will I receive the same treatment as I did when I brought here? Blindfolded, unconscious, and left on the edge of town?" he asked sarcastically, but not in a mean way.
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Recruits soon filed down the corridor, a small mingling group that passed Trixie. One, a petite looking teenager, gently reminding the woman that they had training before she fled to follow the others into the designated room. Within the secluded abode was Andras, the demon awaiting for every last wimpy supernatural to enter -- counting the number of people in his head. They were lacking one, one in particular that he spoken to at breakfast. A sneer danced across his mouth. So, she really was going to make a point of her lack of love for rules and authority figures. Two could play that game. Despite the acknowledgements from the recruits about Trixie's lacking presence, he disregarded them and began to start the training for the day. They would be working on hand-to-hand combat and the proper way of using your body and strength to defend yourself against an oncoming enemy. "We'll be doing this session in pairs to start us off for today. By the end of the week you'll be sparring against me before any of you weaklings move on. Understood?"
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Jade sharply walked down the hall as soon as they abandoned the basement and its wooden steps. She headed for the direction of her office, to gather paper and a pen for the man to write up his report on his father's recent doings. She exhaled a sigh past her lips, noting the sarcasm in his voice; though, it was quite hard to depict if it was bitter sarcasm to their approaches on capturing Maddox. "No, such treatment will not befall upon you again." She declared, fingers extending upwards to unhook another key from her dangling necklace. Her footsteps slowed as she approached a door, secluded by itself with no other rooms around. She hooked the key into the lock and turned it, then pushed the door open with her shoulder. "I want every detail in the report. Do not leave anything out. Even the minuscule things." She declared as the witch darted towards her desk to scrounge around amongst various files and newspapers for spare paper.
Her office was medium sized, nearly crowded by the various bookshelves that contained grimoires and books in general. Tucked in the farest corner was a portrait, an oil painting that depicted a family; the only thing she properly cherished in this room, save for the books.
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Jade sharply walked down the hall as soon as they abandoned the basement and its wooden steps. She headed for the direction of her office, to gather paper and a pen for the man to write up his report on his father's recent doings. She exhaled a sigh past her lips, noting the sarcasm in his voice; though, it was quite hard to depict if it was bitter sarcasm to their approaches on capturing Maddox. "No, such treatment will not befall upon you again." She declared, fingers extending upwards to unhook another key from her dangling necklace. Her footsteps slowed as she approached a door, secluded by itself with no other rooms around. She hooked the key into the lock and turned it, then pushed the door open with her shoulder. "I want every detail in the report. Do not leave anything out. Even the minuscule things." She declared as the witch darted towards her desk to scrounge around amongst various files and newspapers for spare paper.
Her office was medium sized, nearly crowded by the various bookshelves that contained grimoires and books in general. Tucked in the farest corner was a portrait, an oil painting that depicted a family; the only thing she properly cherished in this room, save for the books.
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About the middle of Andras' address to the other recruits, Trixie decided to walk into the room, flopping onto her backside at the end of the line to listen to him finish his speech. She smirked, "Oh really? What if I'd rather have a toss in the sack than spar?" She asked snidely, grinning playfully. She couldn't help but giggle at her own question.
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Maddox smiled to himself as the witch's demeanor changed slightly now that they were out of the basement, and followed her to her office. He took a look around, pausing to survey a few titles of the varying books. "Can't guarantee that I'll get all the minute details, but I'll write down everything I remember." He said absently as he read over the titles. He looked over to her, and approached the desk. "I'll start keeping a journal of the goings on, since my dad doesn't know about my sympathy for your cause. He tells me many of his plans and thoughts." He said lightly.
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Maddox smiled to himself as the witch's demeanor changed slightly now that they were out of the basement, and followed her to her office. He took a look around, pausing to survey a few titles of the varying books. "Can't guarantee that I'll get all the minute details, but I'll write down everything I remember." He said absently as he read over the titles. He looked over to her, and approached the desk. "I'll start keeping a journal of the goings on, since my dad doesn't know about my sympathy for your cause. He tells me many of his plans and thoughts." He said lightly.
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Andras leveled his gaze to Trixie as the woman entered the room rather late, interrupting his speech to only jab in a questioning comment. One that brought her to laughter, the demon making note of her playful grin. His brows raised and most of the recruits shifted nervously on their feet. "You have no choice but to spar, Ms. Matthews. No ifs, ands, or buts. It's part of the rules and, may I add, it will be a learning expierence for many." He stated coolly, hands folding in front of him. "What we're doing is illegal, serving a rebellion against the Government. Retrieving supernaturals from prisons, holding those that are fugitives and so on. What we're doing can, and highly possibly will, cause a war. We need to prepare for that. To defend not only ourselves when the time comes but our allies and friends too. So it's important that we train. Regardless if you dislike it or not, Ms. Matthews." He paused and studied her for a moment, the demon considering his thoughts for a brief amount of time. "Because you came in late, how about you lend me a hand in doing a demonstration on hand-to-hand combat. Come on."
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Jade withdrew a wide stack of paper from a drawer and settled it onto the wooden surface of the desk. Her fingers plucked a pen that had been edged into a book as a page marker. "Let's hope you can keep it that way, regardless if you have issues with your father or not. You need to play coy, pretend to be a doting politician's son and play the game. I assure you it's useful. I've taken on many roles in my lifetime and managed to manipulate to the top with them." She slid the paper and pen towards him then settled down in the office chair behind the desk, busying herself with tidying up the contents that scattered about on it, tucking away files into other drawers and stacking books to the side care for later.
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Jade withdrew a wide stack of paper from a drawer and settled it onto the wooden surface of the desk. Her fingers plucked a pen that had been edged into a book as a page marker. "Let's hope you can keep it that way, regardless if you have issues with your father or not. You need to play coy, pretend to be a doting politician's son and play the game. I assure you it's useful. I've taken on many roles in my lifetime and managed to manipulate to the top with them." She slid the paper and pen towards him then settled down in the office chair behind the desk, busying herself with tidying up the contents that scattered about on it, tucking away files into other drawers and stacking books to the side care for later.
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Trixie stood, hopping slightly on her toes as she stepped away from the line of recruits. "Rules, rules, rules. That's all this world is. Rules, and order." She sighed, rolling her eyes as she looked at Andras. "Whatever happened to good old chaos?" She smirked, "I've been defending myself since I was little when my parents were murdered. Did you know angels turn basically into dust when they die?" She asked, facing off against the demon.
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Maddox lifted the pen, and pulled the papers to him, beginning to write silently. He filled near five pages, front and back with information. Names, dates, times, locations. The main points of several new laws in discussion, and when they would be voted on or put into effect. Once he had finished writing, he slid them toward Jade. "That's all I know for now. There's a meeting in a week that I'll be attending with my father where I can learn some more. I'll take a recorder." He stated, circling the meeting information he was referring to. "And if I get the chance, I'll make a copy of my dad's office key and leave it in the mailbox of the motel I told you about." He added, leaning back in his chair.
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Maddox lifted the pen, and pulled the papers to him, beginning to write silently. He filled near five pages, front and back with information. Names, dates, times, locations. The main points of several new laws in discussion, and when they would be voted on or put into effect. Once he had finished writing, he slid them toward Jade. "That's all I know for now. There's a meeting in a week that I'll be attending with my father where I can learn some more. I'll take a recorder." He stated, circling the meeting information he was referring to. "And if I get the chance, I'll make a copy of my dad's office key and leave it in the mailbox of the motel I told you about." He added, leaning back in his chair.
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Andras merely addressed her skewered words with a bored gaze, the demon settling his crossed arms over his chest. "May I remind you again, Ms. Matthews, that I'm second in command. My reports go to Jade and if needed I will write up on you and your lack of cooperation with the rules." He may represent the look of seriousness but, in actuality, his voice held a different tone; one that didn't match his solemn look. It was sly, coy. A dare to test him. Mischeviousness that laid underneath, not a tone that many caught onto but one the recruits found strange. Surely Trixie wouldn't. He had used the exact same one around her. "In a stance, please, Ms. Matthews. And the talk about angels is for another day." He instructed, the demon settling into a prepared pose to demonstrate a combat fight with just hands.
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Jade patiently awaited for him to be finished, all the whilst keeping herself semi-busy with cleaning up her desk. Just to pass the time. A uttered thank you of appreciation swept from her mouth as she gingerly took the papers to peer over the writing, her fingers hooking around the edge to turn it over. "A recorder won't be needed. I'll supply you with a wire so we can listen in on the meeting, if you don't mind. Plus it's smaller and easily hidden than a recorder." She informed him then flicked her gaze back upwards to look at him. The woman seemed rather taken aback upon the suggestion of a copy of a key, blue eyes blinking to suppress the shock. "What's the purpose for having a key of your father's office if I may ask? I hadn't quite been planning to raid his place so soon." She settled back into her office chair, eyebrows quirked in question; expecting an answer from the man.
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Jade patiently awaited for him to be finished, all the whilst keeping herself semi-busy with cleaning up her desk. Just to pass the time. A uttered thank you of appreciation swept from her mouth as she gingerly took the papers to peer over the writing, her fingers hooking around the edge to turn it over. "A recorder won't be needed. I'll supply you with a wire so we can listen in on the meeting, if you don't mind. Plus it's smaller and easily hidden than a recorder." She informed him then flicked her gaze back upwards to look at him. The woman seemed rather taken aback upon the suggestion of a copy of a key, blue eyes blinking to suppress the shock. "What's the purpose for having a key of your father's office if I may ask? I hadn't quite been planning to raid his place so soon." She settled back into her office chair, eyebrows quirked in question; expecting an answer from the man.
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Trixie raised an eyebrow at him, smirking. "Is that a promise? Can I request who I receive my punishment from?" She asked coyly, a lightly laugh escaping her. "I must say. You're probably the most fun I've had in a long time. Most don't play back like you." She smirked. "Or would you rather I be like anyone else without any sense of personal worth?" She asked, and clapped her hands on her cheeks. "Oh no! Don't write me up, mister bad ass second in command!" She whined sarcastically, laughing as she settled into defensive stance.
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Maddox nodded at his papers. "You'll find on the final sheet a date. It's an execution for one of your kind. I don't know who it is, or why they want the person dead. All I know is that he's being held captive, and the location of the prison is in my dad's papers." He explained, sighing. "I can't get the papers myself. I'd be caught. But I can let someone in to the house and keep my father distracted while someone else collects the whereabouts of this person." He stated, folding his hands into his lap.
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Maddox nodded at his papers. "You'll find on the final sheet a date. It's an execution for one of your kind. I don't know who it is, or why they want the person dead. All I know is that he's being held captive, and the location of the prison is in my dad's papers." He explained, sighing. "I can't get the papers myself. I'd be caught. But I can let someone in to the house and keep my father distracted while someone else collects the whereabouts of this person." He stated, folding his hands into his lap.
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Murmurs rippled through the recruits as the demon and nephlim's banter, a constant back and forth with coy comments with hidden meaning. Andras allowed the slightest smirk on his features. "A punishment would be necessarily needed if the rules are constantly bended and broken by you, Ms. Matthews. A punishment that would be enforced through me rather than through Jade. I do the dirty work." He quipped in return, the demon coiling his hands into fists. "Recruits, watch carefully. After a few demonstrations I'll pair you up with a partner amongst you all." He addressed them briefly before going in for the slightest punch, a swing from his right fist and edging his knee upwards for a kick. Testing her reaction and agilely to the predicament.
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The ginger locked witch froze, tense in her chair. Execution. The Government hadn't gone that far to murdering any supernatural. They only locked them away in prison, forced them to a life of skeptical watching and constant horrid treatment as a prisoner. But this? This was different. It edged a sickness into her stomach and she skewered her eyes shut for a brief moment. "Is it a witch?" She questioned, voice tight with quietness. Her father had crossed her thoughts and that twisting feeling of horror ebbed away. She frowned, eyes fluttering back open to gaze at him with newfound curiosity. "Or are you not aware of what supernatural he is?" She wet her lips with her tongue and pursed them slightly, fingers clicking against the arms of the chair she had been perched in. "I suppose I'll have to go collect the papers. Andras will be busy handling the recruits and drawing up the renovated plans for the motel. And many are still recovering from a recent mission... it leaves few options, really."
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The ginger locked witch froze, tense in her chair. Execution. The Government hadn't gone that far to murdering any supernatural. They only locked them away in prison, forced them to a life of skeptical watching and constant horrid treatment as a prisoner. But this? This was different. It edged a sickness into her stomach and she skewered her eyes shut for a brief moment. "Is it a witch?" She questioned, voice tight with quietness. Her father had crossed her thoughts and that twisting feeling of horror ebbed away. She frowned, eyes fluttering back open to gaze at him with newfound curiosity. "Or are you not aware of what supernatural he is?" She wet her lips with her tongue and pursed them slightly, fingers clicking against the arms of the chair she had been perched in. "I suppose I'll have to go collect the papers. Andras will be busy handling the recruits and drawing up the renovated plans for the motel. And many are still recovering from a recent mission... it leaves few options, really."
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Trixie smirked, "Oh. Then no choice necessary, Mr. Commander." She said slyly, a small giggle escaping her. Her eyes snapped to his fist, and quickly to his knee as she dodged the punch and brought her forearms up to block the kick. She grunted when the strike hit, and grinned at Andras. "How many points?" She asked wryly before darting in for an elbow to his middle, to be followed with an uppercut when she was to close for it to be blocked. Hopefully.
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Maddox sighed, a sad look coming over his facial features. "I haven't a clue. I only recently learned about the fact they were considering an execution. Apparently this one, who ever it is, broke into one of my father's colleagues' homes and tried to murder him in his bed." He explained, shaking his head. "Or at least that's the story they're all spreading. You can't trust a politician's words, so the story is probably fabricated." He sighed, looking down at his lap. "I've been trying to figure out how to help him since I found out about it." He stated.
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Maddox sighed, a sad look coming over his facial features. "I haven't a clue. I only recently learned about the fact they were considering an execution. Apparently this one, who ever it is, broke into one of my father's colleagues' homes and tried to murder him in his bed." He explained, shaking his head. "Or at least that's the story they're all spreading. You can't trust a politician's words, so the story is probably fabricated." He sighed, looking down at his lap. "I've been trying to figure out how to help him since I found out about it." He stated.
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Andras allowed a sneer to come across his features, all the while making note of her agility and reaction time with his attack. "I'm afraid there is no points." He quipped quickly. The demon had readied himself against a counter, he grasping her elbow before the impact against his chest and twisting it away. However, the same couldn't be said for the uppercut punch that sent him reeling backwards. He grunted and stumbled, the man easing his hands across his jaw and face. "Good one," he complimented, "don't let your strength falter in a punch. Otherwise it won't make a greater impact."
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Jade raked her fingers through her hair, the woman trying to wrap her mind around the whole unexpected situation. She shook her head, "No, that's far from the truth. They're fabricating it. No supernatural in their right mind would try to murder a politician." She insisted flatly, and inclined back in her office chair. Worry had etched itself into her features, the witch looking to Maddox with a pressed frown. "I fear that they'll be now enforcing their laws more to allude this is the truth. House searches could spread outside of town and we would be found. Our cause broken up by corrupted politicians." Her hands fell back into her lap and the woman heaved a sigh. "If you can figure out a way to help him, until I collect those papers then do so. I'm sure you can manage to lie your way through to see him at the prison."
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Jade raked her fingers through her hair, the woman trying to wrap her mind around the whole unexpected situation. She shook her head, "No, that's far from the truth. They're fabricating it. No supernatural in their right mind would try to murder a politician." She insisted flatly, and inclined back in her office chair. Worry had etched itself into her features, the witch looking to Maddox with a pressed frown. "I fear that they'll be now enforcing their laws more to allude this is the truth. House searches could spread outside of town and we would be found. Our cause broken up by corrupted politicians." Her hands fell back into her lap and the woman heaved a sigh. "If you can figure out a way to help him, until I collect those papers then do so. I'm sure you can manage to lie your way through to see him at the prison."
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Trixie smiled, "I just meant how many connected hits before the match is called." she said with a shrug, settling back into another defensive stance to wait for another attack. "It only faltered because you threw me off balance. Most people I've come across don't expect a girl to know how to fight." she said lightly, smirking as she watched him rub his jaw and face. She thought for a moment, and grinned, "Of course, most don't expect wings either." she said lightly as her large black wings sprouted easily from her back. With a powerful down stroke that sent a gust of air around the room, she lifted toward the ceiling of the room. "Or is this cheating?" she teased lightly, keeping herself hovering has high as the room would allow.
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Maddox nodded, "I will do my best. Though, should you have anyone keep an eye on me, try not to have them take my words to heart." he said with a sigh. "I need to sound convincing to my father, which means I don't need someone reporting back here that I'm a traitor." he chuckled, shaking his head. "The execution is stayed for another month, so that gives us a decent window to find out who it is, and where he is." he said, biting back a yawn. "Whatever the case, I should get home soon before my mother sends a search party after me." he sighed, and stood from his chair. "Where would a good rendezvous point be for me to leave reports?" he asked curiously.
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Maddox nodded, "I will do my best. Though, should you have anyone keep an eye on me, try not to have them take my words to heart." he said with a sigh. "I need to sound convincing to my father, which means I don't need someone reporting back here that I'm a traitor." he chuckled, shaking his head. "The execution is stayed for another month, so that gives us a decent window to find out who it is, and where he is." he said, biting back a yawn. "Whatever the case, I should get home soon before my mother sends a search party after me." he sighed, and stood from his chair. "Where would a good rendezvous point be for me to leave reports?" he asked curiously.
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"Technically, Ms. Matthews, we're only demonstrating various attack and defend tactics. So it's not a match." Andras clarified pointly, ember eyes narrowing just slight enough to observe her. His head tilted to the side, "Unlike the people you speak of, I do expect girls to fight. They're not all prim and proper, I assure you I have learned this fact over the years I've been alive." He thrilled, the demon steeling himself against the gust of wind that filled the room. He had to crane his neck backwards to look at her now, watching as she hovered in the air. A sigh escaped him and his hands fell to his sides. "That is indeed cheating. However, when you're in a fight with a real opponent that could be rather useful. Just make sure they don't have a gun to damage your wings. You may sit down with the others, Ms. Matthews."
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Jade raised a hand to wave it nonchalantly, assuring the man that no such thing would take place. "I'll make sure my scouts are informed that you're merely playing sides for us. Not intended on betraying the rebellion. At least I hope you won't." She scraped her chair backwards and rose to her feet, straightening her stance. "The Crow, I don't know if you're familiar with it or not, but it's a bar far down on the opposite side of Main Street. It's run by my second in command, Andras. He works shifts at night so you can leave the reports with him." Her hands smoothed over the files, the woman offering a dainty smile at him. "I shouldn't keep you any longer than needed. Thank you, Maddox, for assisting the cause. I will look over the written report and begin preparation for future missions."
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Jade raised a hand to wave it nonchalantly, assuring the man that no such thing would take place. "I'll make sure my scouts are informed that you're merely playing sides for us. Not intended on betraying the rebellion. At least I hope you won't." She scraped her chair backwards and rose to her feet, straightening her stance. "The Crow, I don't know if you're familiar with it or not, but it's a bar far down on the opposite side of Main Street. It's run by my second in command, Andras. He works shifts at night so you can leave the reports with him." Her hands smoothed over the files, the woman offering a dainty smile at him. "I shouldn't keep you any longer than needed. Thank you, Maddox, for assisting the cause. I will look over the written report and begin preparation for future missions."
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Trixie laughed lightly, and lowered herself back to the floor, her wings tucking behind her and disappearing into their normal tattoo state on her back. She rolled her shoulders, "I generally don't take flight unless I know I've got an advantage." She responded coolly to his comment about opponents wielding guns. She strode back over to the group of recruits, and smiled at them. "Don't look so ruffled! It was only some wind." She said lightly as she watched several of them smoothing clothing and hair.
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Maddox thought for a moment, then nodded. "I've seen it before. Never ventured in. Though I do enjoy a good drink." He shrugged, smirking. "Alright. The Crow then. I'll make a point to stop in on Friday nights, or Saturdays if my father had me busy on friday." He said, nodding to the witch. "Should an emergency arise, I'll make a point to stop there sooner." He added, and then moved for the door. "Take care. I'll give you warning as best I can if they decide to extend home searches past the city limits." He noted, and with that he left the room. He moved on his way for the exit, knowing he needed to get home before his parents became suspicious about him.
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Maddox thought for a moment, then nodded. "I've seen it before. Never ventured in. Though I do enjoy a good drink." He shrugged, smirking. "Alright. The Crow then. I'll make a point to stop in on Friday nights, or Saturdays if my father had me busy on friday." He said, nodding to the witch. "Should an emergency arise, I'll make a point to stop there sooner." He added, and then moved for the door. "Take care. I'll give you warning as best I can if they decide to extend home searches past the city limits." He noted, and with that he left the room. He moved on his way for the exit, knowing he needed to get home before his parents became suspicious about him.
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