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"I told you I can't cook," Bellatrix said as she gave him her helping and went to get some real cuisine.

~*~

The door snapped shut and Nai let out a long sigh of exasperation. She looked down at her notes for the meeting and then glanced over when a soft thump alerted her to another presence. The thin figure said nothing but the mask they wore faced in her direction and remained fixed as though it were a statue designed to do so. Nai inclined her head an inch and the figure bowed down with an extravagant flourish. No matter how much Nai's eyes combed over the figure, there were no seams to be seen.

"Another loss. We're getting squeezed tight now," Nai confessed to the figure, wanting to look away but instinct keeping her eyes locked on the target in front. "I think we should start beating them back now, get them standing and then to the ground, no?"

The figure considered this before nodding slowly. Another sigh and Nai stood up, grabbed the list, and headed off towards where the other members of High Command waited. She didn't do any of this however until the figure submerged back into the shadows with a small wave.

~*~

"I got it," Nasriel said as he roughly grabbed the prisoner and shoved him to walk forward. "Ain't nothing I can't handle, for the right price of course."