{The Rebellion}

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie smiled to herself, and thought about his offer. She considered rolling to look at him, but his hands on her hips made her decide against the motion. Not to mention the pounding head ache that was already raging war on her skull. "That would be amazing, Basic." she said softly, a small laugh escaping her though it immediately made her wince as the blood pulsed behind her eyes. "I'm beyond a lightweight. This is almost pathetic." she joked, shifting her arm to press her palm against her temple. "Or does Miss Witch have anything that would just clear this right up? Some magic potion or a spell?" she laughed softly, her usual personality attempting to surface, regardless of how much it made her head hurt. She took a slow, deep breath, releasing it slowly to calm the bit of laughter that had bubbled in her chest, knowing she would only regret it in her current state. They say laughter is the best medicine, but I have to disagree. Laughing is a headaches worst enemy. She thought snidely to herself.

 

[QueenofDorks]

A chuckle discharged from Andras' throat as he listened to her speak, the tittered laughter filled with amusement. But he suppressed it with pressing his mouth closed, not wanting to be entirely too loud for the nephlim. "Jade may have a spell that could lessen the pain, maybe possibly clear the hangover all together. But... she's in a mood at the moment. Unless you'd like to encounter it then I suppose I can help you to her room." He suggested carefully, smiling quite antsy to himself. The demon paused and he withdrew his arms to prop himself up instead in a semi-sitting position, his body still slouched against her. "Which also brings me to my request; do you mind snooping in on certain details? She was out all night with Maddox -- AKA "politician boy" as I like to call him. Our recent spy and resource on the inside of everything." He informed Trixie in mere whispers. "I want to know what happened, what was said between them enough to make her flustered and defensive this morning." The man paused and lowered himself back closer to her, lips connecting against her bare shoulder once more. "Please?" He whispered pleadingly against her, nibbling along her skin with the lightest bites he could manage... hoping his teasing would at least convince her... somehow.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie smirked, she couldn't help it. She enjoyed the kisses and the way his teeth grazed against her skin for a moment longer before shifting and rolling onto her back so she could look up at Andras. She quirked an eyebrow at him, the smirk still on her lips. Even with a pounding head ache, she still couldn't resist the playfulness and chance to tease the demon. "Oh really?" she asked, her voice soft, and enticing, even though her head was still pounding. "Are you jealous? Or is there another reason?" she asked, nearly purring the words if how soft she was speaking to keep it from hurting her head. She reached out with her hand, tracing her finger tips across Andras' cheek, trailing them nearly featherlight down his jaw, his throat, and along his chest before her hand stilled as she looked up at the demon from beneath her lashes. "Alright. Say I help you get this information. What will I get as a reward?" she asked smoothly, smirking. "And how do you expect me to find out what transpired?" she asked softly, toying with the words.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Andras shifted away from her body as the nephlim rolled onto her back to glance up at him, the smirk he oh, so favored so much represented upon her features. He couldn't help but allow his grin to widen in response. The demon extended a finger and waggled it playfully in front of her face, emitting the slightest tsk from his lips. "Hon, I am so not jealous. I'm merely being a concerned friend. Quite a difference, don't you think?" There was a pause, briefly silent, as her fingers traced from her cheek, to his jawline, down to his neck and stopping against his chest. The motions were soft, the lightest of touches -- he swallowed thickly, heat rising to his face. Scarlet shrouding his features in a flustered blush. "Well... what would you like for a reward? Name your price and you shall receive it." He declared, recollecting himself and leaning in to the nephlim with a sneering smile. "And I'm quite sure you can figure a way out to wriggle the details from Jade. I put my faith in you, Trix."

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie bit back a soft laugh, So that's what he looks like flustered? Isn't that just cute. She found herself thinking as he recollected himself and leaned in close to her. She let a devious grin settle on her features, "Whatever I want, huh?" she mused lightly, her eyes tracing the same line her fingers had only moments ago. Her hand shifted slightly, and she walked over fingers back over his chest, lingering at the base of his neck, and then once again, her fingertips slid over his chest, though she used just enough pressure for her nails to scrape lightly against his skin through the fabric of his shirt. Her eyes trailed back up from his chest to his face, the devious grin on her face still unwavering upon her lips. "I'll have to think on it." she said simple after a long pause, and she couldn't help the small laugh that finally escaped her. After a moment, and after the pounding that had followed, she leveled her eyes with Andras' gaze again. "I'll get your information. Either by Jade, or by this politician boy, I'll figure it out." she smirked, nodding minutely. "I just need a window of opportunity to talk to her. Where she'd feel comfortable having... girl talk." she said with a smile.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Trixie's devious grin pratically stated trouble was ahead for him, perhaps it was a mistake allowing her to choose whatever reward she desired. Then again... he was thoroughly interested in what she had planned in that mind of hers. Whatever it was it had to be good. Andras gazed at the woman with his ember eyes, watching as she observed where her fingers once trailed teasingl before. He flicked his hues to eye her hand now as it eased across his chest and her fingers scraped through the fabric, enough to rake against his skin and elicit a low growling gasp from the demon. His fingers interlaced around her wrist and pulled it away, meeting her eyes. "The way you say "girl talk" sounds like an innuendo of sorts. I'm a bit concerned... but intrigued." He purred, insinuating some kind of sensual underlining comment that was there. He contently grinned and released her hand, lazily rolling onto his back with a drawn out sigh.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

The nephilim laughed, and was once again smirking at Andras as he took hold of her wrist, moving it away from his chest as he spoke. "Oh, you know. Talking about lovers, books, make up, dancing." she shrugged, rolling onto her side so she could continue to look at the demon now that he was laying on his back beside her. "Gossip. Pillow fights." she mused, and laughed softly. "Things like that. Stuff girls only tell other girls." she said lightly, scooting closer to the demon. "Have you never peeped in on a girls' sleepover before?" she asked, smiling in amusement. She sighed, and decided to divert away from the topic, "Didn't you offer to get me something for my hangover?" she asked, poking his shoulder playfully. "Or do you have some secret to it, Basic?" she said, eying him with a smile.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Andras emitted a scoff from his mouth at her opposed question, tilting his head to the side to gaze at her with a near offended look. "Oh sweetheart. I certaintly have peeked on a girls' sleepover before. They can be quite entertaining sometimes." He mused thrillingly, chuckling with a certain of amusement. The jabbing poke of her finger made him draw his eyes downwards to his shoulder to peer for the briefest of moments before glancing back up to eye her, brows raised; a "really?" look. Then a smiling smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth. "Yes, princess. I'll go retrieve the medicine now." The bed shifted and dipped as the demon rose back up to saunter into the bathroom that was connected to it, the creaking sound of a medicine cabinet could be heard from the main room. The faucet turned on minutes afterwards and then abruptly ceased. He returned, extending out two pills and a glass of water to ease the appointed dosage down.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie pushed herself into a sitting position as Andras headed off to the connecting bathroom, paying no mind to the fact she wore nothing beneath the blankets. She was snickering softly over the look she had received from poking the demon's shoulder, and smiled when he returned. "Thank you, Basic." she said lightly, taking the two pills, and popping them into her mouth. She gulped them, and a large swig of water down, and sighed. "And now I just wait forever for them to actually work." she joked, rolling her eyes lightly. She looked up at Andras, holding the cup back out to him. "And another thank you," she said, speaking softly again, "For last night." she said, her eyes shifting back down to the bed. "I mean it, Andras." she said with a small smile. Her mind drifted back to the last time she had made the mistake of drinking more than she should, and quickly shoved the thought back down. That was a different time, and it wasn't her anymore. She wasn't the pet of a politician for him and his friends to do with as they please. Then again, she wasn't about to admit exactly why she knew Burk so well.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Andras hadn't quite noted that the nephlim woman had stripped herself of her dress long ago, before he had entered his bedroom. His eyes lingered slightly over her form before centering his gaze back up to the woman's face. He took the glass from her and set it aside with a small chuckle. "You're welcome, Trix. If you ever need someone to get you out of any sketchy situations I'm you're man." Gently he grasped her chin and tilted it upwards so he could gaze at her eyes, a softening look of dour -- a bit odd of the demon but his facial features truly expressed it. "And I'm being serious when I say it. Regardless of our... friends with benefits type of relationship, I will help you if you need anything. To be there while you drink at bars and escort you back home when you've had too much. Or generally needed if I have to scare some creep off." He smiled; not a hint of sarcasm or playfulness within it. It was purely genuine. "Whatever it is... you can depend on me to help you." His hand withdrew backwards and he casted a glance to the right, towards the electronic clock that perched on the nearby nightstand. "Breakfast will be happening within a few minutes. Want me to grab you something to eat or you gonna attempt to come sit with me in the dining hall?"

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie blinked when Andras took hold of her chin, and smiled up at him, forcing back the almost sad expression on her face. "Thanks. I'll hold you to that." she laughed lightly, and followed his eyes to the clock. She weighed her options, figuring Andras would make himself seen in the dining hall rather than hide in his room with her, so she figured she'd make an attempt to be social. "Yeah, I guess I'll attempt to be social this morning. I'm surprisingly awake for what time it is." she laughed, shaking her head. She shifted on the bed, crawling to the edge after kicking the blankets off herself. She let her feet hit the floor, partly shocked at the sudden coolness that met her skin, but she quickly shook the feeling off. "Besides. I'm sure Jade will be there too, and I've got a mission." she said with a smirk as she glanced over her shoulder before bending to lift her discarded dress once again from the floor. She pulled it on, and picked up her heels, opting to travel through the manor barefoot. "First, I need a change of clothes. I'll see you at breakfast." she said with a wink and headed for the door. She paused when she reached it, her hand resting on the handle. "And Andras..." she started, looking back at the demon, "The same goes for you. If you ever need to fend off a far to friendly girl, you can just say I'm your girlfriend or something. I'm certainly not afraid to whip a bitch." she laughed, smiling, her tongue slightly stuck out at the dark haired man in an almost childish fashion. "See you soon." she said, and quickly exited the room, moving for her own that was on a different floor.


When she reached her room, she slipped inside, and dropped her heels beside her suitcase. "Yeah. I think I'll enjoy this place more than I first thought." she giggled softly, shaking her head. She dug through her clothes until she located tank top, and jeans, as well as fresh underwear. Of course, opting away from wearing a bra, merely because they constricted the use of her wings. She changed quickly, and pulled on a pair of combat-style boots, though black in color, stepping momentarily into the bathroom to run a brush through her hair. She pulled it back into a ponytail, and then braided the length of hair down her back before leaving the room and heading for the dining hall.


--


Maddox returned home after a while of merely driving around town, and slipped into his father's office. Thankfully, no one was there, save his father. "Good morning, sir." he greeted lightly, his voice cool and collected. The other man looked up from his paperwork, and smirked, "You're mother says you were entertaining a guest last night." he stated, chuckling. Maddox smiled, nodding, "Yes. A pretty young thing I met at a local bar." he replied easily, walking over and standing before the man's large desk. "Is there anything you need me to do today, sir?" he asked calmly.


The man briskly shook his head, "No, Maddox. You're free today, though should I have anything come up, you'll receive a phone call." his father stated, eyes returning to the paperwork on the desk. Maddox nodded, "Alright then. I'm going into town today. I received some interesting information from the drunken woman that I'd like to look into. Should anything come of it, I'll certainly report it to you, sir." he said, the older man looked back at Maddox. "If it's trash then you have the number to call." he stated, a smirk on his face. "It's good to have you in the family business, son. I expect great things from you." he stated, and waved in dismissal to Maddox.


Maddox nodded, "Thank you, father. I'm glad to hear it." he replied smoothly, and then turned on his heel, leaving the room. He traversed up to his room to locate a change of clothes before grabbing a shower.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Andras allowed his gaze to sweep across her as she moved about, gathering her heels only after slipping into her dress once more. There was the briefest amount of surprise within his features as she paused, wavering before the bedroom door, and politely offered the same amount of reliance. He chuckled, contently amused by her added on comment at the end. "I'll keep that in mind, princess. Thanks." Once the door clicked shut the demon proceeded to change out of the attire he had been wearing since his shift at The Crow. A loose graphic t-shirt and jeans that were torn around the knees. He trampled his feet down the hall after exiting his bedroom, most residents of the rebel base wide awake and already swinging their way out of rooms to make it to the dining hall within time to gain the good portion of food, rather than the sloppy seconds.


Even within the doorway of the dining hall Jade was easy to locate out amongst the growing crowds that filed in, she being secluded in the farthest corners of the room -- files spread out beside her plate of food. He tsked under his breath. Typical Jade. Perhaps Maddox would be a contently perfect companion for the woman. Such flustered mannerisms this morning were rare to be projected by the witch, a weakness of denied feelings. Certaintly it needed to happen, to grow out of this guarded personality and allow others in... if not even the sultry Trixie couldn't manage to get a few details from Jade then Maddox would be the best option. Perhaps...


He gathered a plate that soon was piled on with wonderful food that were prepared by those on kitchen duty. If Trixie needed to dwell on some minor interrogation with the witch then it was best for him not to be around the two. So he situated himself at a table already accompanied with people and ensued on idle chat, beaming with a grin.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie marched into the dining hall, a smile on her face. Her unusual morning persona taking a few of the recruits she had come to know by surprise as she greeted them warmly. She nabbed herself a plate of food, though it wasn't as full as she normally would have made it, knowing a full stomach would only aggravate her already precarious position with an ebbing headache of a hangover. She scanned the dining hall, easily locating Andras, and then spotting Jade moments later. She smiled, and marched over to the somewhat secluded table, carefully setting her tray down across from the rebellion leader. "Morning, Miss Wit- er, Jade." she said lightly, cheery as always. "What are you reading up on?" she asked, glancing at the papers curiously, but careful not to read to much into the words on their surfaces.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Jade raised her eyes at the slightest sound of the nephlim's tray settling down upon the wooden surface, a bit surprised to see the woman up and about so early. Especially contently happy. "Good morning Trixie," she chirped in response, ignoring the less than subtle nickname that seemed to stick with the woman as well; influenced by Andras no doubtingly. "They're simply reports. They came in while I was gone last night. More supernaturals have been arrested within these few weeks, the numbers are growing stronger. Soon enough more prisons will be expected to be built, perhaps solely to keep them behind doors." She informed with a pitiful sigh, her fingers hooking against the file cover and flipping it's thin surface back over to hide the papers from her eyes. Then she extended her hand over to clutch the cup of tea she had kindly requested to be made for herself, sipping the warm brew down. "Have you seen Andras?" She asked after a moment, tilting her head to the side to peer around the vast dining hall. "Usually he's punctual for breakfast..."

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie took a glance around, purposefully passing over anywhere but where Andras was actually sitting. She shrugged, "No idea. He was in his room last I saw him." she said with a smile. She leaned over her tray and started to eat her little bit of breakfast, watching the ginger haired woman for a moment. After a few silent bites of food, she leveled her gaze on the woman. "I want to extend a hand of friendship." she said with a smile. "I may not have been here long, but I can already see that the only one who really talks to you is Andras, and I'm sure that gets boring." she laughed softly. "A girl needs girlfriends. Ya know? Guys just don't understand somethings." she sighed, and leaned back, looking down at her plate. "Mostly, I just want someone to talk to. Someone who isn't going to go spilling every little juicy detail to anyone who will listen." she sighed. "You don't seem like the type that gives away other people's secrets." she smiled, looking back up at Jade. "That, and I figure it'd be a good idea to inform you that I've got connections. None I'm necessarily proud of, but connections none the less. Information, money, housing. Travel. You name it, and I know someone and their price to get it done without questions or records." she said, smiling. "Those connections are part of my secrets I'd rather not have as public knowledge." she shrugged.

 

[QueenofDorks]

The slightest movement indicated a sudden quirk at her mouth, amused but scorned. The witch settled the cup of tea down upon the tray and bobbed her head with mutual understanding. "Ahh. I see how it is. He sent you to come find out about last night. Am I right?" She prompted with a smile, one indicating the briefest look of annoyance. Jade leaned backwards in her chair, fingers absently smoothing out loose strands of hair that had fallen from the ponytail that had been hurriedly done -- not near of precise. "I'll accept your offering hand of friendship though. Presumedly to be someone you can confide in and for your connections as well. But what happened last night remains just between Maddox and I. Or rather what we discussed. No details will be coming from my lips." What little appearance of a smile was lost as she paused briefly, a frown knitting itself into her mouth instead. "Plus I'd rather not talk much about to begin with..." Too be more specific it was the amount of awkwardness that ensued after the surfacing nickname that had been bestowed once upon her by her late husband. And the way he said it was sincere, soft. Familiar. That was what was continuing to nag at the back of her brain, willing to try and remember his face but, alas, there was nothing.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie smiled, "You sure know his antics." she grinned, and leaned forward again. "Then, with that aside, I'm happy just to accept having a friend." she smiled. "Give me a time and date, and I'll spill my connections. As long as we can speak privately." she said, returning to her meal. She knew it was a lost cause to try and weedle the information from her, since she was able to see right through her to the agreement she had made with Andras. Though it wasn't hard to see there was something that was bothering her. "But hey, maybe we can all go on a double date sometime, huh?" she laughed warmly, though there was a nagging feeling in the back of her mind. She had just agreed to explain her connections in detail to this woman. Who was close to Andras. She would have to explain how she knew the men, and how reliable they were. That was going to be fun. She barely had the courage to acknowledge it to herself let alone say the words out loud. It all wrapped into her past, and that was definitely something she wasn't keen on admitting to. The slightest of frowns slipped onto her face, but she quickly stifled it, putting on a smile once again. Hopefully she wouldn't be excommunicated after she spilled her guts to this woman.

 

[QueenofDorks]

"Considering how long I've known that man... it's quite easy to spot out the slightest idea he has up his sleeve. A constant troublemaker that one." Jade admitted with the lightest chuckle she could allow, clinking the tips of her fingernails against the teacup and what little drink remained within it. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to set aside a date to later in the week to discuss anything with you. Things are becoming quite busy around here and more reports keep coming in." She enticed briefly but kept the details secured within her mind, the witch absently settling the files into a small neat stack. Easy to carry when she would abandon the dining hall. Hopefully soon, not exactly enjoying herself. Her expression soon etched into a bit of a sour look, distasteful and off. Somewhat uncomfortable. Tittered laughter broke from her throat at Trixie's suggestion, awkward and forced. "Oh no. I have to pass on a double date. I'm not into dating at the moment. It's not my thing... y'know?" She stated precariously, brows knitted together in one furrowed motion -- nearly unsure of her own words. She resumed an amount of silence, fiddling with her fork or curling her fingers at the corner of the files. Trying to supress down any thought of Maddox that was beginning to surface, creep its way into her mind. She willed her eyes to skewer shut and attempted to relax, focusing on the voices that drifted around them.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

The nephilim nodded, "Yeah. That's cool. If you need anything checked out, I'm your girl." she said to Jade lightly, smiling. "You look like you've got other things to do, so don't think you're being rude if you need to leave." she said warmly, and dug into her breakfast. She glanced over Jade's shoulder briefly toward Andras, and wondered how easy it would be to get in touch with the politician boy called Maddox. She was certainly determined to get the information the demon wanted, knowing he had offered her anything she wanted. Which she was still in the processes of debating on. She could demand that she room with him. His bed was certainly larger and far more comfortable, but then again, that would be pushing the boundaries of a friends with benefits kind of relation. Or she could be childish and demand he only call her princess from now on. The possibilities were endless. What did she want that only he had the ability to give her? That was a confusing notion, since she had only really gotten to know Andras recently. Well. Gotten to know him physically. She thought to herself, and a grin spread over her face. Ha. A date. The best date he could offer, and he has to tell me more about himself. But how to word that so there isn't a loophole and he feeds me only tidbits about himself? She mused, a smirk etching on her features as she returned to her breakfast, still thinking.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Jade rose up from her chair and swept the files under her arm, hands carefully perching the empty teacup on the tray -- along with the plate of food that remained over from her breakfast. "I'm afraid I am going to have to leave. It's gonna be a busy morning and I better get a head start on my schedule for today. We'll speak later, Trixie." The witch promised absently and made her exit, swiftly manevouring around the various tables that were heaped so close together. Along her way she made note of Andras' apparent presence, the demon lounging in a chair -- in the middle of two women, chatting between them and those that had also gathered for conversation. He met her lingering gaze, a grin growing at his mouth as the woman wordlessly flipped him off with her middle finger. His eyes followed her as she returned the tray to a counter already filled with dirty dishes and briskly vacated the premise to most likely hole up in her office once more. The man rose his head slightly upwards and scanned around in a searching method for the familiar nephlim, wondering if she had received any kind of details from Miss Witch.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie was still sitting at the table, and it didn't take her long to finish her breakfast, as there hadn't been much on her plate to begin with. She glanced up when she felt prying eyes on her, and smiled at Andras. She gave him a small wave, that mostly consisted of her fluttering her fingers toward him before standing and moving to send her now empty tray to the those on cleaning duty. She stretched, and took one last glance back toward Andras, and the crowd that was gathered around him, before leaving the dining hall. Of course, it was apparent that she didn't go in the same direction as Jade, but rather to the exit once more. Her head ache was finally diminishing to a nearly dull level, which made the woman rather ecstatic. Flying with a pounding skull was never fun, and it had become almost routine to take a short flight after her morning meal. She paused outside to stretch herself again, and then let her wings unfurl behind her. She remained on the ground though, for the time being, letting her wings flex close to her back and then out to their full length again, which from wingtip to wingtip was a massive span of nearly twelve feet. Massive and pitch black, almost obsidian or onyx in color, shining in the early sunlight.

 

[QueenofDorks]

The grin of the demon's lessened into a smaller smile as he noted the subtle wave that Trixie had tossed his way, an acknowledgment of his prying gaze. Andras watched as she too left moment after Jade and turned around to converse with the group of supernaturals more, mere jokes and innuendos meshed within the stories that were uttering from their lips. He stayed longer than usual, his tray pratically empty but remained for the sake of being social. It was until one of the cooks shooed them all from the dining hall did they diminish to the exit, he abandoning them with a goodbye and easing himself down the opposite hall to swing into Jade's office -- after all, there was more to be discussed besides Maddox and her's late night rendezvous. He entered without so much of a knock and glanced to the right, noting the flowers had been tucked inside a heavily patterned designed vase. The lightest snicker rose from his lips and Jade barely casted him a glance, her laptop surprisingly set up this morning -- open and situated on a search engine. Files already spread out around her. "Alright. So," the demon plopped himself into one of the chairs that was tucked closer to the window, curtains have been tossed aside to allow in the morning light. "Give me the lowdown on what you found out from Maddox."


The ginger haired witch took a breath and started to speak, voice soft but informative.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie took her flight, and scanned the surrounding areas from the skies, passing over the motel and empty land, high enough in the sky to be mistaken for a bird unless someone were spying on her with binoculars. Though as she circled back around, she spotted a car at the abandoned motel, and pursed her lips. Who's that? She thought to herself, and dipped into a dive, knowing she needed to land quickly so as not to be noticed. As she neared the trees, she turned, and slowed her descent, until she was hidden among the branches, wings tucked close and her feet hit the ground. She straightened her clothing and hair, and then crept toward the motel, curious. She stayed near the edges, and watched. Spying. The car was super fancy, so she knew it wasn't just anyone there. When she noticed the outside was empty, and the car was vacant, she moved closer to the building, figuring she'd try and glance in the office window.


She froze at the edge of the building, waiting to see if anyone popped out from around corners, or discovered her presence. Her breath held in her chest as she waited. When all seemed safe, she continued to move, ducking under the window sill of the office. She listened carefully, the walls being rather thin since the motel was older, and it was easy to hear the faint shuffling of someone inside the office. She held her breath, counting the steps. It was only one person. Okay. But did they have any friends in any of the other rooms? She thought back to the car, If so, then it's only one or two others. That car isn't meant to carry to many passengers. She noted silently, and shifted carefully to peek through the window. A man, average build, dark hair. Young. That was clear. A suit. Politician? She ducked back under the window sill when he turned, and wracked her brain. She had seen him before. He was at the base! If he's here.... That must be the man who gave us the motel that Andras was talking about. Is it Maddox? She thought curiously, and a smirk flitted across her face.


She edged around the motel to the door of the office, and knocked swiftly, jumping to the side of the door to hide. When it swung open, a man's voice was heard, the words cutting out mid sentence as he didn't see anyone at the door. Trixie swung around, kicking into his stomach to knock the wind from him, as well as pushing him back into the room. She slammed the door closed behind her, locking it, and glaring at the man. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" she demanded.


Maddox gasped for air, blinking back the tears that had sprung from the sudden blow. He wrapped his arms around his middle, groaning. "Damn it that hurt!" he snapped, coughing slightly. He looked up at the woman who was standing before him, "I'm Maddox." he said, slightly breathless. "I own this place. I was looking over the old files to see what needed to be kept, and what could be destroyed without issue." he explained, pushing himself from the floor finally. "What's your name?" he asked, trying to be friendly, even though this woman had just kicked him in gut.


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After a few hours, apologies, and curious discussion, Trixie had not only weeded out what she needed to know for Andras without Maddox realizing, but she had also learned a bit more about the politician. She remembered seeing him at the main base, passing through the halls, but he never once came out and said that he actually knew Jade. Just referring to her as this woman he had met at a bar. Though it was easy enough to figure out who he was talking about. She wondered why he wouldn't just come out and say it, but she wasn't about to tell him she had already known about his and Jade's late night escapade. As far as he knew, she was just some grunt in the rebellion, and at least for now, she was going to keep it that way. "It's almost lunch time, why don't you come back with me and I'll treat you to a good meal? To say I'm sorry for kicking you like that." she laughed, patting him on the shoulder. "You'll have to leave the car though." she stated, glancing out the doorway toward the vehicle. Maddox shrugged, "Fine. If you think that's okay. I could go for something to eat. I skipped breakfast." he chuckled, and followed the nephilim out of the motel office. She lead him through the winding trails and up to the manor that was their base, and inside to the dining hall.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Hours overlapped together as the witch and demon discussed information, the topic of Maddox playing the side of her father and what Trixie managed to weasel out from a less popular politician. However, John Ashford was currently on their minds and it wasn't until now did she dare to reveal that she was going through with it -- being 'caught' and brought before the eldest witch. Play the defensive, weak daughter he saw the day he fled New York City. Andras wasn't too keen to the idea. In fact, for once, he was attempting the chance of thinking logically.


"What else are we supposed to do? I'm not going to allow him to run free again. Father or not, he needs to die. He has too much information on us and I will not let it fall into the wrong hands." She insisted with an amount of heaviness, sourly annoyed and a bit peeved that he was opposing something like this. The man always went for the cruel ideas, followed through with them. No matter what outcome would follow. But now -- now he wanted to play on the safe side? Andras rose to follow the ginger tressed woman as she pivoted out of her office, the demon pratically on her heels with his quickened walking pace. He scowled broodingly. "And how exactly do you plan that? Huh?" Silence. She had no plan! Nothing. She was going into this blind. Does Maddox even know? Does he know that she has no plan whatsoever? "Jade -- " he grabbed her arm and ceased her footsteps, she turning so fact to face him that it made him flinch slightly, "he has the powers of a fucking necromancer. I don't know about you but I know I've encountered them previously in my time. They're deadly and grueling. And who knows what other forsaken powers brew within him."


Cold shoulder. No reply uttered from her lips. She had made up her mind -- too blind by her stubbornness. She heaved her arm backwards and down to her side. "Conversation is over," Jade hissed and turned, walking with long strides down the hallway. The demon groaned, a near utter growl of frustration, and he raked his fingers through his hair. Briefly he wracked his mind and watched her form retreat, passing the wide entrance of the dining hall. "You're so fucking stubborn, Jade! Without me you wouldn't even be alive today!" He snarled, the last remark seemingly as she still walked -- turning the corner to disappear from his sight.

 

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Trixie lead Maddox into the dining hall, many of the people located within suddenly quieting with a new face's appearance. "Oh calm down everyone. He's safe." she sighed, rolling her eyes. She grabbed two trays, and lead the man back to the corner table that seemed farthest from everyone else. "So, you're the politician I've managed to hear about." she said with a grin, smiling as she sat down in one of the seats. It wasn't hard to catch the recruit who had slipped out to tell someone, possibly Andras?, that Trixie had brought someone new into the manor. Hopefully she wouldn't get into to much trouble. I mean, he's already been here before. She thought snidely, rolling her eyes and looking back at Maddox as he sat down and pulled one of the two trays to himself.


"Yup. Since you were at the old motel, I assume you knew that it was given to Jade to use as a hide away for the overflow." he said with a smile as he started to eat. The nephilim smirked, "Yeah. I was told. I helped check it out." she giggled lightly, "The beds are a little squeaky, but they're practically antique, so I guess that's okay." she said, giving the man a sly look. Maddox merely shrugged, brushing off her attempt to flirt as if he hadn't even noticed it. They dove into conversation, pointless back and forth speaking while they ate.