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3 yrs ago
hopping off for a bit. I feel like throwing up every day. see you in chapter 3
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if they're haters they gon drink some haterade
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fuck eva foam all my homies hate eva foam
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as far as i know i have no name. call me whatever ya want. 21. they/them
just here to write silly things n have a good time. do not ask me about bugs or birds or fortnite. the conversation will not end
I have anxiety, excuse any late responses to pms n such
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just here to write silly things n have a good time. do not ask me about bugs or birds or fortnite. the conversation will not end
I have anxiety, excuse any late responses to pms n such
EST/EDT
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Dusk was encroaching, and so was the hour of the plan. Matias took this moment to dig into the drawstring bag Scarlet had given to him earlier. His hand blindly shuffled around until it came into contact with something angular and cold. Pulling it out confirmed his hypothesis-- a handgun magazine, hopefully of the right make. It was hastily placed in its own special pocket on his holster.
Now for everything else. He slung the bag over his shoulder as he rose from his wireframe throne. He picked up a few medkits and walked out the warehouse where the van sat. It was a clunky old thing, grey as ash and dirty like it too, but it did its job. Before loading the back, Matias took a moment to look up and both ways, on every rooftop he could make out.
No one. Good.
Into the back the medkits went. Back and forth he went, carrying in whatever he could carry that he felt was necessary. Thankfully the sky was still orange with light so he could actually see each time. With everyone's help, the van was neatly decorated with supplies and weapons. Matias celebrated with a stretch that cracked the satisfaction out of his back.
"Alright," he said, "who's driving?"
Now for everything else. He slung the bag over his shoulder as he rose from his wireframe throne. He picked up a few medkits and walked out the warehouse where the van sat. It was a clunky old thing, grey as ash and dirty like it too, but it did its job. Before loading the back, Matias took a moment to look up and both ways, on every rooftop he could make out.
No one. Good.
Into the back the medkits went. Back and forth he went, carrying in whatever he could carry that he felt was necessary. Thankfully the sky was still orange with light so he could actually see each time. With everyone's help, the van was neatly decorated with supplies and weapons. Matias celebrated with a stretch that cracked the satisfaction out of his back.
"Alright," he said, "who's driving?"
would you be cool with a time skip? figured id ask instead of suddenly doing it
A genuine chuckle this time. Matias seemed fond of the idea.
"I'm sure they'll know to back off with five heads on the scene, but I appreciate the backup."
He eyed the file in Iris's hands. He caught a name, race, incident date, and location. Everything else was too long and jumbled for him to read from a distance. His hand reached for a random file, the closest to reach, and pulled it close. A name, incident date, and location were also there for his viewing.
"RIVERA. WATER ELEMENTAL. AUGUST 6, 3025. AUTHORITIES CONFIRMED NO SIGN OF STRUGGLE IN LIVING AREA. NO WITNESSES. SUSPECT(S) UNKNOWN..."
He put it down, grabbed another.
"VERA. FAWN. JULY 24, 3025. CONFIRMED NO SIGN OF STRUGGLE... SUSPECT(S) UNKNOWN..."
Down. Another.
"WEREWOLF. AUGUST 10... NO SIGN OF STRUGGLE... UNKNOWN..."
Down. That was enough. Matias sat back with a sigh. He now finally regretted begging for action.
"I'm sure they'll know to back off with five heads on the scene, but I appreciate the backup."
He eyed the file in Iris's hands. He caught a name, race, incident date, and location. Everything else was too long and jumbled for him to read from a distance. His hand reached for a random file, the closest to reach, and pulled it close. A name, incident date, and location were also there for his viewing.
"RIVERA. WATER ELEMENTAL. AUGUST 6, 3025. AUTHORITIES CONFIRMED NO SIGN OF STRUGGLE IN LIVING AREA. NO WITNESSES. SUSPECT(S) UNKNOWN..."
He put it down, grabbed another.
"VERA. FAWN. JULY 24, 3025. CONFIRMED NO SIGN OF STRUGGLE... SUSPECT(S) UNKNOWN..."
Down. Another.
"WEREWOLF. AUGUST 10... NO SIGN OF STRUGGLE... UNKNOWN..."
Down. That was enough. Matias sat back with a sigh. He now finally regretted begging for action.
Sorry for the late reply today, without getting into specifics I feel like hot garbage at the moment haha. Also just a heads up I'm going to work tomorrow n Saturday, replies are gonna be late those days too ><
Matias looked over as the others spoke, the dullness in his eyes still prevailing. With a pout, he pointed his thumb towards the two.
"What they said," he sighed, "I'm kinda hoping that's the motive for everyone else too, so I don't really know why you're asking."
His sight focused back on the boss. He could already feel that strong aura resonating from them. Or was that just the tension in the air? Maybe both? Who knows.
"Let's change the topic, boss. To one of actual importance."
He smirked for just a moment before frowning again.
"Listen. I think we have a spy on our tail. I saw them last night, and two nights before, just watching me. They have yet to do anything, but I want to get more proactive with our work before they do."
Another huff, his favorite thing to do at the moment it seemed.
"They shouldn't know about our plan tonight, I'm hoping. I think it should be important to know, anyhow."
"What they said," he sighed, "I'm kinda hoping that's the motive for everyone else too, so I don't really know why you're asking."
His sight focused back on the boss. He could already feel that strong aura resonating from them. Or was that just the tension in the air? Maybe both? Who knows.
"Let's change the topic, boss. To one of actual importance."
He smirked for just a moment before frowning again.
"Listen. I think we have a spy on our tail. I saw them last night, and two nights before, just watching me. They have yet to do anything, but I want to get more proactive with our work before they do."
Another huff, his favorite thing to do at the moment it seemed.
"They shouldn't know about our plan tonight, I'm hoping. I think it should be important to know, anyhow."
It took Matias a moment to notice the silver eyes peering down at him, but once he did he noticably shifted, and his own eyes widened slightly. He really had to get used to the strangeness of the party at this point, but...
"Listen," he began, "stop patronizing me, okay? I get it, I'm impatient, whatever, but that's only because I don't want these people taking advantage of the marginalized."
He sat up on the chair, staring straight at the boss. His hands fell onto his knees as he leaned forward.
"I'm going tonight, to help with the shields. Then to the capital tomorrow with Bane. Then whatever else you want me to do afterwards. Alright, boss?"
He raised an eyebrow.
"Listen," he began, "stop patronizing me, okay? I get it, I'm impatient, whatever, but that's only because I don't want these people taking advantage of the marginalized."
He sat up on the chair, staring straight at the boss. His hands fell onto his knees as he leaned forward.
"I'm going tonight, to help with the shields. Then to the capital tomorrow with Bane. Then whatever else you want me to do afterwards. Alright, boss?"
He raised an eyebrow.
Matias only listened and glared as the boss explained the situation, like a statue of a pouty child. The only ounce of movement was an eye roll when the boss said to not be consumed by concern.
What a joke, he thought to himself.
His tired eyes met Bane's as he spoke. They seemed to narrow ever so lightly the longer the werewolf spoke. Sick of pointing at Bane, they focused now on the files on the distant table. They also got sick of that pretty quickly, though. The ground will do.
"Fine," Matias snarled, "but change is what I fully expect. So sick of just standing around..."
He went back to the trusty foldable chair, setting himself down. Legs crossed and body leaned back, he let out a hefty sigh as he looked out the window. That wasn't angering, at least.
What a joke, he thought to himself.
His tired eyes met Bane's as he spoke. They seemed to narrow ever so lightly the longer the werewolf spoke. Sick of pointing at Bane, they focused now on the files on the distant table. They also got sick of that pretty quickly, though. The ground will do.
"Fine," Matias snarled, "but change is what I fully expect. So sick of just standing around..."
He went back to the trusty foldable chair, setting himself down. Legs crossed and body leaned back, he let out a hefty sigh as he looked out the window. That wasn't angering, at least.
Matias couldn't help but chuckle at Dante's body comment. That burst of joy, however, was short-lived after Dante's question. Matias's frown grew right back, and following suit was a slightly deeper scowl.
"Whatever you're implying," he huffed, "can it. I don't have bad blood with anyone here."
He folded his arms anew.
"Look, I know we have to keep our paper trail low, but is it not reasonable for me to be worried? If those people are alive, hell knows what's happening with them right now. I don't even want to think about them being dead either. More cases means a higher body count, in that case. Seriously, how aren't you worried?"
Matias's eyes were locked onto Dante's at this point, his scowl ever present. His rather heavy breathing was what was keeping him from exploding into another rant, but it was a leaking dam.
"Whatever you're implying," he huffed, "can it. I don't have bad blood with anyone here."
He folded his arms anew.
"Look, I know we have to keep our paper trail low, but is it not reasonable for me to be worried? If those people are alive, hell knows what's happening with them right now. I don't even want to think about them being dead either. More cases means a higher body count, in that case. Seriously, how aren't you worried?"
Matias's eyes were locked onto Dante's at this point, his scowl ever present. His rather heavy breathing was what was keeping him from exploding into another rant, but it was a leaking dam.
Great. Small talk. With a vampire cop no less.
"Uh... Fine, I guess. Coping with all..."
He motioned his hands around.
"this."
His hands fell to his sides with an audible slap.
"It's kinda hard to balance a 9-to-5 with an underground rebellion, you know? Especially with the weight of all these cases, how long it's been. I really don't know how I haven't offed myself yet."
He gulped, tugging at his collar.
"Okay. Slight exaggeration. But seriously, it's been months, and we're only a fraction of the way there. These guys, whoever they are, won't quit either. I mean, all those files..."
A sharp exhale escaped him as he hung his head. It was as if he deactivated himself. As quickly as he went down, however, he came back up.
"I'm just hoping the one lead we have somehow leads us to the others, because quite frankly I'm getting sick of all this."
"Uh... Fine, I guess. Coping with all..."
He motioned his hands around.
"this."
His hands fell to his sides with an audible slap.
"It's kinda hard to balance a 9-to-5 with an underground rebellion, you know? Especially with the weight of all these cases, how long it's been. I really don't know how I haven't offed myself yet."
He gulped, tugging at his collar.
"Okay. Slight exaggeration. But seriously, it's been months, and we're only a fraction of the way there. These guys, whoever they are, won't quit either. I mean, all those files..."
A sharp exhale escaped him as he hung his head. It was as if he deactivated himself. As quickly as he went down, however, he came back up.
"I'm just hoping the one lead we have somehow leads us to the others, because quite frankly I'm getting sick of all this."
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