#southernfires

❛ You've been busy. ❜ A smirk tugs at Alexi's features as he holds the bulletin between calloused digits. He gives it a wave in the air as Sage approaches. The two had worked out a productive system: she writes the stories, hands them off to one of many in his network – and he has them anonymously published and distributed. The stories pass through many hands, and it isn't always a guarantee Alexi will see Sage before the final product is sent out. This is one of those times. In fact, it feels like ages since they'd last seen each other; so as soon as Alexi had gotten wind that Sage was back in the Underground, he dropped everything to be the first to greet her. He watches as she bounds towards him, yet gold-flecked hues quickly flit towards the paper in his hand. ❛ Unrest within Wall Sina, huh? If only we knew who was stirring the pot. ❜ His smirk grows wider. Another job well done, it seems.

❛ We must've just missed each other. ❜ Brynn lets out a laugh, leaning back in her chair and putting her hands behind her head. She'd say, 'what are the odds?' – but she knows they are pretty damn high. ❛ Because I literally stood in front of the fridge and ate shredded cheese at like 3am last night. ❜ There's a pause, then a nod follows. ❛ Rat behavior. ❜

❛ Yeah... this is weird. ❜ The demon scans over the scrawls upon paper – his eyes widening as he goes from one line to the next. He's looking at his whole history – one no one on Earth should know. Yet, against all odds... it's here. ❛ And you're telling me... your friend... saw this? ❜ Orias has supposes he's encountered stranger, but he'd never come face-to-face with his own story before. In the hands of another, no less. ❛ And you see things too. ❜ It's quite the comical sight – a demon, befuddled by a human. Usually, it's the other way around.

❛ You were a huge help for us out there. ❜ Scott seats himself beside her, his expression warm despite his eyes being concealed by his glasses. In his hand are two cups of tea – one of which he slides towards her. It's a small token of gratitude, the least he can do for her. ❛ I don't know how you like your tea. Or... if you even like tea, actually. But I just wanted to say thank you. ❜ Having someone to do recon behind the scenes was just as important – if not more important – than having someone out on the field with him. ❛ We're all kind of hoping you stick around, you know. ❜