{The Rebellion}

[QueenofDorks]

"Now that the demonstrations are out of the way I will pair you amongst each other to practice. And hopefully you were watching and not whispering about the endless banter between Ms. Matthews and I." Andras eyed a few particular recruits whom casted their heads down to avoid the demon's gaze, the man aware of the whispers that had been sprawling across the small group. He swept a sigh from his mouth and then began to list of names, pairing the various rebel members up with each other. "And Ms. Matthews I'd like you to work with Ms. O'Hare," he jabbed a finger towards the teenager that had passed her in the hallway. "Work on uppercuts and punches with each other. The session will end within an hour."


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Jade uttered her gratitude towards his retreating form and let him take his leave. Her fingers wavered, the woman jerking them slightly and in return the door telepathically shut, yielding out any other visitors. She immediately settled back into the office chair, gripped the report Maddox had written and began to go over it, absorbing every details that were underlined or circled with importance. The various names of politicians that crowded the paper, the number of people that were working against them; against the supernatural. She rubbed her forehead and drew in a breath. A meeting would have to be held later, just between her and her demon companion. Matters had to be discussed and so did the importance of his previous offer this morning.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie groaned softly, but smiled and stood. She moved over to the one indicated as her partner, and stuck her hand out. "Nice to meet you! I'm Trixie." she said warmly, laughing as her hand was shaken. "Well, let's get this party started, hmm?" she asked and they moved over to a space away from the others so they could move without fear of hitting someone other than the intended target. She settled into another defensive stance, and smiled, "Don't worry. I'll keep my wings on my back." she laughed warmly and their sparring match began. By the end of the hour, the two were decently matched, though it was fairly clear that Trixie had a bit more experience actually fighting.


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Maddox slipped from the building and headed back home. He made a stop at the motel he had offered for the supernaturals to use, unlocking the office door and stepping inside. He pulled out his cellphone, and dialed his mother, putting the phone to his ear. "Hey mom. I forgot to leave you a message earlier. I had some free time and came to check out the motel." he said when a woman answered his call. "Yeah. I'll be home for dinner. Of course." he said to the unheard words. "Yeah. I think I'm going to start renovations, so I'll be spending as much free time as I can here." He spoke as he moved to the main entry desk, and peered at the contents. "No. Don't tell dad. This is my job. He's got enough to worry about right now." he said quickly, laughing. "I know. I'm still working with him as well. Who else will take his place when he needs to retire? The motel is just an investment and something to do to occupy myself when I don't have anything else to do." he chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah. I'll be home soon." he said, "No peeking! The motel is a surprise. I'll unveil it when I've completed repairs." he laughed, and then said farewell, clicking the end button on the phone and tucking it back into his pocket. He went into the office space, and made sure all the keys were accounted for, knowing the supernaturals would need them for the rooms. Once he was sure it was at least ready for some inhabitants, he left, and headed home.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Andras had stood on the side lines of the room to observe everyone's progress with the training, only speaking when to point out flaws Ina punch or an upper kick. As the hour dwindled away, he was soon left with recruits that looked tired and sore from the sparring with their appointed partners. He clapped his hands together, "Righty-o squirts. Good start if I may so myself. Tomorrow we'll pick up where we left off and continue working on certain techniques. You're all dismissed." He urged, the demon beginning to turn away to roll up the gymnastic mat that had been sprawled out to protect anyone from falls, when, suddenly, movement came from the corner of his eye.


Jade flittered by the doorway, the witch looking ansty and clutched papers in her hand. She met his gaze, a mute command, and he sighed. "Annnnd I'm being summoned." He muttered, quickly maneuvering around the groups of newbies to reach her, steps urgent and quick.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie smiled and chatted easily with the recruits, seeming the least tired of the bunch. Her eyes caught Andras who skirted the group to speak with the ginger haired woman that the nephilim had heard was the main woman in charge. Something about her posture said there was something wrong, but it wasn't Trixie's place to go butting in. She sighed and excused herself from the group of recruits, finishing up tidying the training room since the demon had been summoned away, and then politely excused herself past the two in the doorway. She glanced at Andras, a curious gleam in her eyes, winked at him as if to continue their banter from earlier, and then continued down the hall and toward an exit. Once she was outside, she let her wings stretch out behind her, the soft breeze ruffling the onyx colored feathers. She sighed, "Looks like trouble is already brewing." She murmured to herself as she lifted into the air, lighting lightly on the roof of the house that was their base.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Andras had been carted reluctantly aside the minute he was within the witch's reach, hands clutching at his forearm and the woman drawing terribly close to whisper. Sharp, urgent words came from her mouth but were barely noticed when he had a nephlim winking in his direction, a taunt from earlier. Which found him grinning, then wincing as Jade's fingernails dug into his skin with a pinch; a method to draw him out whatever he was thinking whilst eying Trixie's lovely retreating form. Whatever brewing mischeviousness that had once lot inside him was now gone, deflated as he was briskly informed on the information. Firstly, the one that concerned her the most.


The conversation ensued like so;


"And what if it is him? Andras, he will do anything to get out of that prison. He'll know that I'm behind the rebellion and he will use it and everything, everyone will be screwed over."


"Let's think positively here, Jade. For all you know it's not your father and a mere supernatural they're hoping to pin a story against to make more humans turn away from our cause. Okay, on second thought that doesn't sound the least bit positive." The demon waved his hands, disapproved of his own assuring tactic. His mouth opened ajar enough to form words but the ginger tressed woman had already cut him to the chase. "Dont lie to yourself Andras. You and I both witnessed firsthand what happened two hundred years ago. When he decided he wanted to perfect his heir because of a new magic method he discovered. He popped into my life and made it hell to implement the teachings into me. Yours too, spelling you into the most horrid creatures he could conjure whenever you attempted to intervene. Don't forget any of it."


Andras pulled a sour face, bitter and annoyed by the surfacing memory. He shuddered. John Ashford was indeed a cruel man. One that even the demon himself feared and wished to never cross his path. "Well... I suppose you're right. We should be worried. Most of the politicians stop in at The Crow. Perhaps I can learn more tonight."


Now that managed to dwell the witch down to a more calm state, the two chattering softer about the prisoner she had released, Maddox already an ally with his agreement to play politics and also bestowing a motel upon them. Perhaps an even safer abode for the survivors than here. Andras received a written address, Jade informing him more serious now to scout out the building and to pluck one of the scouts from duty to tag along. However, he wasn't thinking of any scout and more of Trixie. He strode down the hallways, rounding himself towards where he had last seen her; curious as to where she had went.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie was sitting atop the roof of the large-ish building, humming softly to herself an old lullaby she recalled from her childhood as she watched the comings and goings of the busy bodies that was the rebellion. She smirked when she spotted Andras, who appeared to be searching for something. She unfurled her wings and lighted back to the ground just behind Andras. "Looking for someone?" She asked lightly, tapping the demon's shoulder.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Andras pivoted around abruptly to face the smirking nephlim, he having pratically flinched out of his skin at the fright she managed to give him. She had landed so quietly that he didn't hear her. "Yes, actually. I was looking for you." He answered with honesty, a grin quirking at his mouth as he addressed the woman with a gaze that hinted at the sky personality that laid within the interior of his mind. "Thought you'd like to tag along on a scout mission. Quick and simple, as long as no one's there. Comes from Miss Commander herself. What do you say, Trix? You up to it or would you rather fly and gloat around instead?" He prompted, watching her closely.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie propped a fist on her hip, and smirked at him. "And get some time out of this sardine can? I'm totally there." She laughed, waving her hand toward the building behind them when she mentioned sardine can. She paused for a moment, and grinned slyly, "Wait a minute. Is this some sly way to get me alone?" She teased coyly, shifting her weight and crossing her arms over her chest. She held the look for a moment, but couldn't keep back the small giggle over their banter, and sighed. "Damn it. I always lose it." She sighed, rolling her eyes and then settled her focus on the demon again. "But if it is, all you had to do was ask." She smirked, and then looked off into the surrounding forest area. "Lead the way." She said lightly, ready to get out and really stretch. She wasn't keen on the cramped space that was the rebellion base.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Andras scoffed, a mocking noise of discharged breath and he looked at her; playfully poised with offense. "I would never do such a thing." He defended himself, the man puffing out his cheeks like a stubborn child. His words were far from the truth and mostly represented a jeering lie, He would, and has done it in the past. "Such thoughts has never crossed my mind. Clearly it has been on yours though. Naughty, naughty." He tsked with mock disapproval and turned away, plodding his feet forwards in the direction of the motel that wasn't far from the rebel base. He ceased briefly, just for a moment, and tossed his gaze back over."I wouldn't pass up the opportunity though." He clarified in quip, pratically grinning from ear to ear as he turned back around to continue leading.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie giggled at the man's response, shaking her head as she started to follow after him. She took her time to look around as they walked, occasionally having to jog a few steps to catch back up to Andras. "So. What is it we're scouting?" She asked finally when her curiosity got the better of her. "Also... I don't think I had the pleasure to learn your name, though you know mine. Unless you like being called Mister Bad-ass-second-in-command." She smiled, shrugging. "Though that's a bit of a mouthful." She mused, thinking for a moment and grinned mischievously. "That's it! I'll call you Mister B.A.S.I.C!! Bad, ass, second, in, command." She said with amusement, laughing warmly over her small, teasing joke.

 

[QueenofDorks]

"A motel. Our newest ally seems to have the dough and originally purchased it for the sake of turning it into some investment. However, he's been generous enough to hand it over to us instead." Andras explained as they walked along various paths that were lined in the forest ground. They intercrossed with each other, most veering to the right and the others to the left. His feet eased towards the left side, the demon casting a glance to peer at Trixie whom had found amusement in a nickname. "Mister B.A.S.I.C wouldn't be so bad. I especially don't mind being called a badass." He tittered in consideration. "However, people might cling to that nickname if you start calling me that in public. Than other people besides you say it and then it grows tediously boring afterwards." His steps faltered and stopped. The man had turned to the side to face her, "So as for my name...," he smiled devilishly, and leaned forward to grasp her hand, gently lifting it to his mouth. "It's Andras." He insinuated as he kissed the back of her hand, his eyes watching for a reaction -- ember hues presenting a glint of amusement.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie giggled as he informed her that they were scouting out a motel, and smirked, "See! You were just trying to get me alone!" She teased playfully as she followed alongside him through the winding pathways. She nodded as he talked about the nickname, and shrugged, "Then I'll keep the nickname to myself. I like it to much to let it become tedious and then be told I couldn't say. Which, I wouldn't listen to." She grinned, stopping as he did. She blinked curiously as he turned and took her hand, wondering what was up this man's sleeve. She felt her ears and neck warm as her cheeks darkened when Andras lifted her hand to kiss the back of it. She pulled her hand back, spinning on her heel, "W-well. Nice to meet you, then, Andras." She managed, clearly embarrassed but not for a bad reason. She flustered and diverted the topic, "Well! Standing here isn't going to complete the mission, hmm? Come on!" She laughed nervously, her cheeks still red from the exchange.

 

[QueenofDorks]

The devilish smile grew, broadening into a grin that showed he was merely delighted by her reaction. She was flustered, cheeks flushed in a shaded scarlet. And did she just stammer? Andras allowed her to retrieve her hand from him, the demon straightening up with the most cockiest look adorning his features. "I never knew Trixie Matthews, rule breaker and flirt, would ever blush at something like that." He chuckled and eased himself further down the path, leaves crunching underfoot. "I'll remember that for later." He stated in a sing-song voice.


The path was beginning to thin out to cement, no doubtingly they were close to the motel now. He slowed his steps, a cautious tatic, and listened for any sounds, even the slightest ones. The man continued the pace until the motel was within his sights, abandoned and long forgotten, no sightings of any cars whatsoever. Or any humans for that matter. Coast was clear it seemed.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie blinked a few times, and crossed her arms over her chest, clearly pouting even with the still red tint to her cheeks. "Hey! I may be a flirt, but that doesn't mean I expected something like that." she snapped, though the action came of as though she was irritated, there was no anger or upset in her voice. She sighed, and rubbed a hand over her face, groaning softly. "Kissing the back of a girl's hand is meant for the romantic novels about princes and shit." she stated, rolling her eyes, "No one real has ever done something like that. Not to me, at least." she said, shrugging, though her continued excuses for her actions only seemed to make her cheeks stay red. She huffed, "Okay. I don't need to explain myself." she sighed, unfurling her wings and lifting into the air. She looked around at the aerial view of the area, and looked down to where Andras was still standing. "Unless they're hiding inside with no ride away from here, there's no one here." she said to him as she landed back on the ground, folding her wings back to her back. Her face wasn't as red any longer from the short flight, and her composure seemed to have returned.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Andras was contently in mirth as the woman continued to defend herself against his banter comments, the demon slyly smiling -- posture slumped in a coy manner, his ember eyes barely casting a look her way. "I've kissed a lot of the back of women's hands in my life. It happens, princess. It's not only for romance novels and movies." He explained, his gaze turning away from where it had been fixated on the motel to watch as Trixie took a flight. He smirked and leaned against the closest tree that lined a border between the motel property and the forest surrounding it, the same forest that would lead them back to the rebel base. The demon awaited her presence and when she did land, he glanced at her. His shoulders propped into a half shrug, "Well, let's head inside then. C'mon." He encouraged as he straightened his stance and strode out into the opening. Briefly Andras checked the address on the crumpled piece of paper with the one that adorned the crooked mailbox, assuringly enough it was the place. He slid the note back into his pocket and headed for the door.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie sighed, shaking her head, Dark ages. Why is it the dark ages that always seemed to have the romantic shit? She thought to herself as she followed Andras up to the motel. It was certainly abandoned, and clearly in need of work, but it looked like the main structure was still sturdy and intact. Her eyes glanced over the building, and then lingered on the demon's back, Did he just call me princess? she mentally asked herself, and bit back a giggle. "Let's check the office first. If we can locate the room keys, we can see if any have been taken. Those will be the rooms we'll need to worry about." she said, moving carefully around the structure and headed for the doorway that had large black letters adorning it that read Main Office.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Andras analyzed the structure of the motel, the peeling paint that stuck to the building and its battered shutters that were hanging on hinges or completely broken off and laying in the grass. The place needed not a whole entire renovation, it merely needed to be fixed up. And perhaps add on more living spaces. If this were to be another base, another hold up for survivors then it needed a wide variety of rooms. He tilted his head towards the nephlim as she addressed him and the demon nodded. "Nice thinking, Trix." He stepped his way after her, his eyes ghosting across the bolded letters that spread out along the doorway. "I'm gonna have to take a look at all the rooms. I've been dubbed as the landscaper by Miss Witch. To draw up new plans to pass along to politician boy." He muttered, exhaling out a sigh from his mouth in the slightest amount of boredom he could replicate.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie glanced back at him, a smirk on her features again. "Hmm. Checking out all the rooms, huh? That opens a variety of ways we could check them out." she retorted lightly, back to her playful self. She set her hand on the doorknob and opened it slowly, peering into the office room, and upon seeing it empty and devoid of unnatural light, she opened the door fully, and stepped in. She glanced around, "The inside doesn't seem near as bad as the outside. Just needs a good cleaning." she shrugged, moving toward the desk where customers would take care of check ins and what not. "At least this place would loosen up some space in the sardine can we call home right now." she shrugged, and moved around to the door that stated for authorized entry only. She slipped into the back portion of the entry way, behind the desk and continued to look around. "Not bad actually." she shrugged, smiling. "And it doesn't stink!" she said cheerfully. She turned, and perched herself on the lower portion of the desk, peering at Andras for a moment. "Looks like all the room keys are here." she commented, seeing the keys neatly splayed on a cork board backing to the higher portion of the desk she was sitting on. "None are missing." she noted, and then lifted another set of keys all on a key ring. "These must be the master set." she shrugged, and tossed them toward Andras, "Heads up!" she laughed as they left her hand.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Another grin graced Andras' mouth at Trixie's retort, withholding an innuendo that merely meant the opposite of just "checking out the rooms". "You're absolutely right, princess. A variety of fun ways. I'm sure it would never get boring." He quipped in return, a chuckle discharging from his mouth. The insides of the main office was damp with dust and cobwebs, watermarks that seeped in against the windows that were -- thankfully -- still intact. She was right. Compared to the outside it looked a lot better. Just needed a deep clean, to sort out the things that had been left behind over the years and work on ridding it of its recent inhabitants of bugs, maybe squirrels. Perhaps a new coat of paint on the walls could brighten up its dreary appearance. He tilted his gaze towards Trixie as she made about the keys, noting that all of them were were there and in its place -- none missing. Then a large ring set of keys came flying through the air, towards him. His hands extended upwards and he caught them, clutching it against his skin. "Mm. Suppose it's time to check now." He casted a long side glance at her, "You tagging along? I mean, you did want to check them out with me. Right?" He pondered playfully, shuffling his shoes towards the open doorway.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie laughed warmly, and pulled her feet under her, climbing over the desk this time rather than walking around through the door. As she landed and righted herself, she smirked at Andras. "Wasn't that the point of me coming along? Or did you just want something pretty to look at?" she teased lightly and left the office, giggling softly. "So. Start with the first room, or the last?" she asked, pausing to look over her shoulder. "Or maybe a janitor's closet?" she winked at him, laughed, and continued on to the tenant room marked with the number 001, and paused outside the door to await Andras with the keys.

 

[QueenofDorks]

A wry smirk began to pull at his mouth, representing the coquettish thoughts that brewed within his mind. "Both actually. You are a rather pretty thing after all and I must admit I do enjoy to look at you, princess." He remarked as he followed her throughout the door, matching her steps to ease next to her side. The keys clutched in his hand jingled with every motion, the slightest twinkle that broke the brief amounts of silence before another comment quipped from Trixie's mouth. He glanced at her, brows raised. "I'd prefer a room over a janitor's closet. There you have more space to move about in." He purred suggestively, idling his gaze to the keys as he flipped to the one engraved with 001 on it. He inserted it into the lock of the door and turned it. Then he pushed it inwards, the room door creaking open to reveal it's basic interior. Except, most of the furniture had been covered with white sheets, the fabric clinging onto all of the dust that had collected over the years it's been lost out here. Considering the fact it was out in the middle of nowhere, he wouldn't doubt that this was some kind of couple's lodgings at one point in time. A nice getaway with a lover or just a onenight stand.


"Not too bad. Just needs a bit cleaning up like the Main Office. Change out the sheets for the bed and certainly put in more up to date televisions in here." He said, noting the one that stood on a rickety coffee table.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie laughed, "oh good. I prefer room to stretch anyhow." She laughed lightly, moving into the room. She eyed the television, "No wonder they were called box tvs." She chuckled, and walked over to the bed. She slowly peeled back part of the white sheet cover, peering at the outdated floral pattern that was the current covering on the mattress and pillows. She looked at Andras with a raised eyebrow. "Was this place abandoned in the sixties or something?" She asked with a laugh. She took the time to slowly peel the rest of the white cover down to keep as little of the dust from flying into the air again as possible. Once her efforts were finished, she sat on the side of the bed, which creaked softly under her weight. "Hm. Not bad actually. Save for the creaking, still seems to be usable." She noted, glancing at Andras, and smirking coyly. She flopped backwards, the springs of the mattress causing her to bounce slightly. "At least it's comfy." She laughed, "and barely dusty thanks to the sheet cover." She grinned.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Andras had situated himself at the window, hands pulling aside the curtains to tug aside the worn fabric only after tucking the set of keys into his pant pockets. With them open now sunlight managed to filter in through the glass planes to cast it inside the room's abandoned interior. "Must've been. The structure may be sturdy but it's worn and has lost a lot of it's touch. Too be honest I hadn't been exactly informed when this motel went out of date. I don't think Jade even knew." He pivoted back around his feet to face her, watching as she finished peeling aside the sheet that was littered with dust, discarded onto the wooden floor. Noting her smirk he smiled slyly in return, the demon approaching steadly to perch himself right next to her. "Comfy eh? Enough to do those varied ways of checking out the room you so mentioned and kept teasing about?" He insinuated, his eyes ghosting across her figure as she flopped backwards in a near sprawled position.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie thought for a moment, putting a finger to her lips. She hummed softly as she thought, and then smiled, "Possibly. Are you insinuating that you have something in mind?" she asked, smirking at him from where she lay. She stretched out on the bed, and laughed lightly. "Wouldn't know until it was put to the test. But there are a ton of other rooms we have to look at." she mused absently, her words coy and playful. "I don't know. You are second in command. Won't they miss you if we stay here to long?" she asked, batting her lashes at him innocently. She laughed softly, and propped her upper half up on her elbows, though she was still laying back on the bed technically.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Andras shifted his weight forward to lean over her stretched out body, his fingers daintly playing with the few loose strands of her hair; an innocent absentmindedly move. "I do have something in mind, yes." He confirmed, eyes flickering upwards to peer at her smirking mouth with newfound interest. Fingers moved from her hair to her cheek, a slow movement that brushed downwards to her neck. He tittered out a chuckle as the nephlim woman surfaced up points, minor flaws in their possible get together. The last thing on his mind was the rebellion at the moment. "Jade can handle the rebels in my absence. She rarely does grunt work around the base, mostly works on reports instead. So I think she'll be fine if I don't return within the next hour or so." He had drawn closer as he spoke, face to face with her, mouths nearly touching. But then there was a pause. "It's up to you though." He insisted as he pried away from where she propped herself, the demon situating himself into a sitting position -- back turned to her, hiding his gleaming smirk.