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Light of The Rebellion

Matias could already envision the future mental breakdown that Iris would ignite upon arrival, but he set that aside for now; it wasn't happening now, so it wasn't a problem now. The current problem, Matias might argue, was far worse. He approached Dante, shaking him softly. While he didn't get a response, he noticed the folder in the fallen's arms. He raised an eyebrow before getting up.

"He'll be fine," he said, "but I have to get both of you patched up..."

He looked towards Fenrir.

"You can carry people, can you? Get her. I'll get him..."

He carefully shimmied Dante into his arms and lifted him. Gravity made itself known, and Dante's weight was enough to stagger Matias for a moment, almost making to folder fall out of reach.

"Shiiiiii.... Okay... Is there another room upstairs?"

Ban the Person above you

Banned for being human

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Matias was about to scream upon hearing Midnight's voice until he turned, realizing she was nowhere to be seen. He looked down at the wolf, blinking quickly.

Well then.

"It's Scarlet and Dante," he replied, "They're, uh, really hurt. Or dead. I don't know. I think they got shot or something because I see the wounds, and there's blood all over the damn place."

He could hardly hear Scarlet when she spoke; still, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Okay, they're alive. But what the hell do I do now?"

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Matias was a hair from believing Fenrir was responsible for the noise; it was only when he saw the shadowy substance making them up that he knew otherwise. Before following suit, he peered back at the now-distant doorway.

You better stay, he thought to himself.

The mild adrenaline rush helped him traverse the stairs with ease. Red filled his peripheral vision to the right. His eyes went wide when he realized that the red consisted of various droplets and streaks.

"The fuck...?!"

Fenrir's movement guided him. Now all of his vision was stained red. The horrific scene sat before him like it was nothing. His eyes couldn't go any wider than they were now. Goosebumps raised across his entire body and nearly froze him. It took him a moment to start breathing again.

"I... What..."

As much as he wanted to help, the broken window seemed of most interest to him. He stepped towards it, careful not to trip on either of the bodies, then peered through the broken glass that remained. For a moment, he looked back.

"The fuck happened here?!" he hissed under his breath.

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"I don't know, but–?"

The crash interrupted his train of thought. He looked towards the door just as Midnight did, his mouth slightly agape. Seeing the woman move at the corner of his eye, Matias's hands found themselves on her once again.

"Don't even think about it," he muttered, "I'll check it out. Wait here."

He walked to the door with a slight hunch to his posture, his steps slow and gentle. His head popped through the door followed by the gradual emergence of the rest of him once he concluded the threat wasn't on this floor. He chose to peer down from the upper banister to see what may have happened.

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Matias slowly loosened his grip on Midnight once he could at least 90% confirm that she wasn't hurting anymore. Still, his eyes remained glued to her to fulfill the missing 10%.

"I wouldn't do that too much," he said as he walked towards said chair, "you might bust open the bandage, and without Iris here, I'd be set."

He dug into the jacket's pockets until he felt something thin and blocky. The phone was pulled from where it hid, and Matias carried his catch over to the bed.

"Here," he said, placing it by Midnight's side, "but I'll spare you that search... Too many numbers to remember."

He took out his own phone and started tapping about; fortunately, it didn't take very long for him to pull the search he did earlier from his history, and the map was there for his viewing pleasure in seconds.

"Look."

He faced his phone screen towards Midnight. The coordinates led to the same place-- a vast, green void with nothing but a red marker pinging the supposed location.

"This is where the second note's coordinates took me. I have no idea what that is if it even is anything. Let me see something..."

He faced the phone back at himself and pinched to zoom out. There were still miles and miles of green surrounding wherever this place was, until Matias finally saw something-- text, detailing a familiar location.

"It's... It's next to Pixie Village. Sort of. It's still a little far."

He showed this information to Midnight.

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"Again," Matias sighed, "I don't know what that thing wants. If that's the guy leaving those notes, I'm a little worried about it knowing where the warehouse of all places is before I even did... Wh... What are you doing."

Matias stood to his feet, approaching Midnight from the side. His hands gently grasped her shoulder and hip and attempted to put her back in her original position.

"You really need to stop moving around like that. Are you looking for something?"

Word association Game!

mallet

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Matias jolted at the shadow's appearance, eyes going wide. Once he saw what it did, however, his eyes narrowed, and he pouted.

"Whatever."

He sat up.

"I don't know anything about it. That one time we saw it at the lower levels was the first time I saw the thing up close. I don't even know its name."

He scratched the corner of his eye.

"My guess is that it's some puritan grunt. It doesn't seem to think too highly of humans anyway. Not sure why it's so hellbent on chasing me around if that's the case then..."

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Finally, Matias thought, a different topic.

"Well," he began, "the note I found this morning had coordinates that led to what looked like the middle of nowhere. I didn't get to see how close or far it was because I was in a rush, but that's all I can tell you. Whatever that masochist finds out should help us a little more."

He sighed.

"I'm pretty sure that moth... thing, is leaving them there. It's been following me around for days, I'm pretty sure it knows where I live at this point. Why it's doing this, I don't know. Maybe it finds it funny. I don't."