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Matias rolled his eyes.

"Pigs can't handle anything if it doesn't benefit them. Anyway, do we know of any vulnerable places in particular? I remember us talking about Pixie Village yesterday... Maybe we should start there."

He stuffed his face full of French toast, "mmm"ing softly.

"Do we know about any incoming raids?" His speech was stifled by his stuffed mouth, but he hoped someone understood.

Oleander stepped back at the display, their wings flicking. Once they were in a presumably safe position, they tilted their head, staring at the plants in an almost fixated fashion.

"SO YOU ARE A SAGE," they signed, "WHAT A BEAUTIFUL ABILITY. YOU ARE ALL MYSTICS SAVE FOR THE HUMAN, CORRECT?"

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Matias looked to his side, attempting to conjur an answer with the wall's help.

"Well..."

He looked back.

"There've been raids in mystic-heavy areas, haven't there? I'm sure there's people there that need resources. That's all I can really think of."

Speaking of resources, it seemed Oleander knew just where to get what Iris needed because as soon as she raised her question they made their way to a nearby window, opened it, and leaped outside. All that could be heard afterwards was the sound of their impact; silence filled the next minute or so before a loud jetpack broke it almost instantaneously. Oleander returned, this time with a volunteer– a corpse of a cop which they carelessly tossed on the ground like it was trash. At least it didn't smell.

"IT'S ONLY A FEW HOURS OLD," Oleander signed, "I'M CERTAIN HIS FLUIDS ARE FRESH."

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Matias reduced the food in his mouth to mush, swallowing when he was done. Rubbing the excess grease away from his lips with his arm, be looked towards his boss.

"What do you mean? Did the lower level lose power again?"

Oleander turned towards the falled Dante. Its hand wrapped around his neck, and its lenses went to work, chirping and flickering. It stood perfectly still for about half a minute before turning towards Iris.

"I DETECT SEVERE ANEMIA AND DEHYDRATION IN HIS SYSTEM."

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Like a child, Matias gripped his cutlery in two tightened fists, pointing them up to the sky.

"Ask the thing yourself if you're so curious," he said, eyeing the food with clearly malicious intent.

As if a switch flicked on him to begin, he immediately pierced a piece of bacon and shoved it in his mouth, the salt and grease enamoring on his tongue. He didn't hesitate to have another piece join right after.

Meanwhile, Oleander was making their way inside, hunched and all. Their gun found a spot in a nearby corner, and they soon approached the frantic Iris as if she wasn't so.

"ARE YOU IRIS?" it signed, tilting its head slightly. "THE HUMAN ASKED ME TO CHECK ON YOU."

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"Seriously," Matias quipped, "all the man needs is some rest."

He would have said something else, but his thoughts were interrupted by a familiar creaking down the hall. Oleander gradually appeared in the doorframe, confirming yet another fear of Matias. The bug could hardly fit in the frame, needing to duck to even look at everyone properly. It placed what looked like a sniper rifle on the ground beside it.

"Uh..." Matias cleared his throat. "We're having breakfast. It's almost ready."

"I ALREADY HAD," Oleander signed.

Matias didn't even bother asking what it ate.

"Can you check on Iris? Chick with the white hair?"

Oleander stared for what felt like an entire minute before looking down the hall. It moved like old machinery, its legs creaking as it crouched to pick up its rifle and then moved itself along the hall. It reached the guest room, its hand gently nudging the door open, a creak signalling its arrival as it peered through the opening.

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Matias pouted slightly, letting out a soft "hmmmph".

"Looks like we have–" he glanced at Midnight for a second. "–an insomnia problem. Lord help all of you if I ever catch it, because I like my sleep."

His eyes rolled, and his nails tapped against the counter in a arrhythmic fashion. No one asked him to, but he got off his seat almost as quickly as he got on it.

"Anyway... that's alright. Thanks. Iris isn't still on that crap, is she?"

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Light of The Rebellion: The Spy

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Smthn quick n dirty I made to show a subplot I made in the RP. Oleander stalks Matias for reasons unknown. They might want to eat him, although most moths are nectivores if they even have mouths to begin with

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"Right. Let's g–?"

Matias tried to move Midnight forward, but nearly stumbled onto the floor. It seemed the boss had him anchored.

"... What's wrong? Are your legs broken or something?"

He pulled again. And again.

"Quit being stupid. I'm hungry."

And with one swift movement, Matias had scooped Midnight into his arms. He took a moment to adjust to the weight he was carrying before stepping out the door. The kitchen being right there signalled him to place Midnight down. He didn't need the embarrassment. He at least had the decency to walk Midnight inside, where he overheard the current discussion, but instead of chiming in he chose instead to sit down on the first available chair he saw.

"No one slept well, huh?" he teased, "Sucks. What's cooking, dog man?"

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Matias kept his hands on Midnight even after she gave the okay. They only came off for a split second so they could move up to under her arms as she rose.

"That's good," he sighed.

Their eyes locked for a moment. His looked dull as always, though they seemed to lighten a bit at the realization of their proximity. At that moment, he caught a glimpse of Midnight's face reddening.

She did not just do that.

"It's fine. I'm just glad you didn't start bleeding again."

His head motioned towards the door.

"Come on. I'll take you to the kitchen."

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Matias felt his heart sink as Midnight slumped forward; in a slight burst of panic, his hands fumbled about and fell around her midsection, his arms slowly making their way around to secure her. Outside of that, Matias did as told and didn't move. For the longest time, what felt like hours, the only sounds he could hear were his shaking breathing and an evergrowing ringing in his ears. His palms felt numb, hot, and sweaty, but he still didn't move. Only his mouth did, making him swear softly under his breath.

"Let me know..."