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Light of The Rebellion

Matías flinched at Scarlet's sudden departure. It was easy for him to forget that everyone here was a mystic except for him. With a soft growl, he placed his hands on his hips, one hand grazing over the faux leather holster at his side. The seams felt nice on his fingers. Careful not to touch the gun, now. Ammo might just be what he needs tonight.

"Will do."

Light of The Rebellion

As if this wasn't messy enough already, Matias thought to himself. No matter.

"Right," he said, "Tonight, you said? Sounds easy enough. Tomorrow sounds like a plan too."

With a huff, he cracked his knuckles before slinging the bag over his shoulder.

"Though, I'm assuming we should still expect trouble... When are we expected to head out tonight?"

Light of The Rebellion

Matias's mouth fell slightly ajar, buy quickly regained its form. His bewilderment was nonetheless displayed with a hand to his brow.

"So... you're saying they're going for government officials now? Their relatives anyway? Whoever these people are really have no shame."

He stood up from the chair with a heave and a grunt. As well as he could, he peaked behind Bane to observe the file in hand.

"Well damn. Either there's infighting or its some kind of third party. What a mess."

His eyes met the boss's face, or whatever he could make of it anyhow. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't at least slightly unnerving.

"Do you have leads, like, at all? I feel like we're stuck between a rock and a hard place at this point."

Light of The Rebellion

The chair creaked as Matias sat back, arms folded. His eyes met Dante, who was now examining the files. His objection to having a cop in the team were suppressed by his desire to maintain his good image. Besides, the man was working with them to fight corruption; in that regard, he had to not mind the extra head, especially with his skillset.

"Probably purists," Matias commented. "couldn't handle "losing" the war so this is how they're taking out their frustrations. Gross, but typical of government, I suppose."

His body rested against the desk, elbows on top.

"They have to be taken somewhere, whether or not they're dead. Where that is, who knows. I feel like it should be in this general area, no? They're all from here, after all..."

Light of The Rebellion

Matías took a moment to eye the files courteous of Bane. There were some six sheets consisting of greyscale faces and information known about their cases. The eyes of these individuals lost to lord knows what stared back at him in an almost somber manner.

He looked away.

"It's better they're so cryptic," he commented. "We all have to be lowkey until it's time. If our 'friends' find out who they are then we're fucked. Like, they're rich. They probably have the tech to find out everything about us just based on our faces."

His head turned towards the files again.

"Maybe I should walk around in a hood and mask. Maybe then I won't fucking feel like my every move's being watched. I..."

A huff escaped his lungs.

"I just hope whoever the hell they are, they know what they're doing."

Light of The Rebellion

Matias pouted slightly. "Well, I lived. Guess that counts as 'safe'."

In the corner of his eye sat a folded-up chair, conveniently by the aforementioned work table. He approached it whilst stretching his arms over his head. He sighed as the audible cracks resonated through his body, giving him the energy to bravely fold open the chair with a "clunk".

"Siéntate, cuerpo," he muttered as he placed his body on the chair.

He raised one eyebrow as his sight met the bag. It was a drawstring bag, stuffed like a Christmas present. He took the bag in both hands and laid it on his lap, opening it up.

"I suppose I'm a little late," he said, "sorry about that, I guess. I had a... thing... happen, kept me up most of the night."

He scratched his brow before digging in the bag.

"Whatever. I'm just hoping I didn't miss much."

Questions and Answers

F*ck Christmas (not in the romantic sense), Marry Halloween, Kill Thanksgiving. Also I dressed up as one of my characters for Halloween, made a jacket n helmet for it n stuff, it wasnt that good but it was fun

cringe

Do you guys expect trick or treaters this year?

Light of The Rebellion

"Another case of a missing mystic has occured this morning. Residents say that nothing seemed out of the ordinary the night before, and..."

Matias mentally tuned out the car radio. He didn't want to hear the speculation. He didn't need to. Every other week was the same thing: mystic goes missing, no evidence left behind as to how it happened, media moves on with its day as if it just reported the weather.

Must be getting paid to be this vague, Matias thought to himself. It certainly benefited the higher ups who didn't have to give a damn.

He sighed audibly as he saw his destination in the distance. Past all the half-broken neon signs and concrete, a run-down building called him over. It was a single, one-story structure sitting on its own. He's seen this building one too many times to shrug off its significance. It held plans, evidence, and his partners. This operation would be nothing without it.

Another sigh as he parked in front of the building. Once he stepped out, he looked up at the building with his hands on his hips.

"I'm longing for the day I don't have to come here anymore," he grumbled.

He entered.

"Hey," he greeted to no one in particular, "heard there was another mystic-napping. Fourth one in two weeks. They're really going at it, it seems..."

Light of The Rebellion

Name: Oleander (alias)

Race: (Presumably) Human

Sex: Unknown

Looks: A tall (6'10'') humanoid with an athletic build. They sport a black gas mask with large, red eyes and two red stripes going across a long nozzle-like mouthpiece that ends around their chest. Atop the mask sit two long antennae curved inwards with small feelers along the front. They have blue, shaggy fur that goes around their neck. They have a set of large, black, vespine wings with white circular patterns on them that are attached to a motor on their back.

Art

Skills: Marksmanship, stealth, hacking

Weapons: Sniper rifle, or any guns they find lying around; gloves have hard knuckles for close combat

Weaknesses: Keeps too much to themselves, low empathy, selfish, easily startled, mute

Light of The Rebellion

Name: Matias Valencia

Race: Human, White Hispanic

Sex: Male

Looks: A short (5'4'') man with an athletic build. He has long black hair that's messy and goes down to around his shoulders. He has a black stubble beard that he keeps at medium length. He has deep, brown eyes with dark circles hanging underneath. A mole sits under his left (viewer's right) eye.

Art

Skills: Trained kickboxer, artist

Weapons: Usually fights with bare hands/brass knuckles, uses blunt objects if necessary. Carries around a small hand gun but rarely uses it to conserve ammo

Weaknesses: Short-fused, stubborn, grudger, selfish, sadistic