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Matt was lounging on his bed, an old book in his hands that he seemed to be engrossed by as he lounged in his favorite wear. An old college t-shirt with enough holes to wonder if a mouse had nibbled on it and a pair of boxers; faded but luckily not stained. The only thing remotely fancy was the gem butterfly necklace he wore. At one point it was horribly offended by such clothing and had voiced her disgust however she was easily ignored.
Girls, what did they know?

It wasn’t until the pounding on his door that Matt even looked up. Folding the corner of the book, he laid it on the bed as he stood up and debated.
Should he bother putting on any pants?

He reached but then shrugged, what was the point of the dorm if he couldn’t wear what he wanted?

Opening the door he smiled slightly.

“Hey… and yes... can I help you?”

Before Matt could even hold a finger up to say wait a minute the hunter with the spikey white hair had taken off down the hall.

“What just…. s**t….” He replied standing still staring at the back of the hunter for another minute before turning on his heel and heading back into his room. “Clothes… clothes… clothes… “ His hand immediately reached for the buttoned up shirt that hung neatly on the hanger before shrinking back. It was suppose to be a quiet day of doing nothing. “Oh ******** him…” he grabbed the jeans that hung on the edge of the laundry basket and pulled some socks from the drawer.

He crammed the socks on making a mental note to himself that they were not the same color before grabbing his coat and the only pair of tennis shoes he owned from the closet. They smelled rather fierce as he slammed his door and tried to hop down the hallway on one foot while putting on one of the shoes on the free foot.

“OK! I’m here…. What mission?” Matt replied as he kneeled tying his shoelaces, peering at the cause of his soon to be bad day through his shaggy bangs.

Matt looked at the box that he was eating from rather suspiciously. It was covered all in stickers, something that his sister years ago would have done.

Must be a girlfriend.

As he finished tying his shoelaces he stood up and shook Bix’s open hand. “Um.. Matthias Jane Duffy, but you can just call me Matt. I’m Moon Division, known as the annoying trainee doctor I guess?” He didn’t really have a title, in fact most of the time he didn’t know what he was even doing except asking other five billion questions.

As Bix started to lead the way Matt wondered what he was going to have to do now. As the training field started to appear he frowned, he did not bring any weapon plus his skill in battle was highly questionable at the moment.
However, instead Bix told him what he would be doing he stared, who could possibly be blowing up dummies?

“Well…. I guess I will help but I warn you I’m not most manly person you found,” Matt replied as he looked at Bix for a moment and back at the dummies. “Usually I get called twinkle toes or fairy boy, but I’ll do whatever. Where do we start?”

Ferdinand?

“ At least Ferdinand is a male name….” Matt replied under his breath. Jane. Jane was a girl’s name no matter what sort of hero in a show had it. His mother insisted that all the males in her family had it, somehow he wanted to point out to her it was meant to be some sort of punishment and that Uncle Jane didn’t name his son it.

Ceres… Ceres… Nope name didn’t ring a bell in his head. He had yet to met a lot of Moons, he was really bad a making it to meetings and doing things he was suppose to be doing. Instead he sort of wandered around and help whenever someone needed it.

“Sorry I don’t think I’ve met her or at least not formally. Um…. I guess I’ll take drill at the moment. Seems easy enough. Chiseling we might end up with non looking guys but something a little more like misshapen blobs.” Matt only had art skills when it involved sewing things, not wood.

“A braid… really…” Matt replied looking at him not being able to imagine the albino with one. His sister use to have a long French braid on days she didn’t take a shower because she was running late and he would totally make fun of her when she did so.

“Well, when you see my weapon it makes more sense. It’s a large staff for the most part with these huge butterflies at each end and well its… well pretty much a huge cute wand.” That was the easiest way to describe his weapon, a large butterfly staff.

Matt shrugged, any male name even if from the 17th century was better than Jane.

"Well...wasn't it a king's name? I mean of Spain or something similar. I think there could be worse options." Matt replied not knowing if that was really any help, probably not. "Oh Beta-6 I get it Bix. I was Epsilon Five, or otherwise called Bandaids. I sort of prefer fixing others up then fighting I guess."

He was pretty much what he could consider a loser in college. One of those guys who always hung out in the library or in their room never meeting any one. Yep.... that was Matt's life now.

Always hiding out somewhere.

Anyways, Matt started on the first post letting the drill do most of the work. "Crazy? I guess that make sense. I mean making them look like logs wouldn't be any fun. Logs.... logs logs.." He replied singing a little as he thought about the internet joke his sister had once shown him. It was from something really geeky but she loved it.

So he had watched it as a grin spread on his face.

Logs.

"How about something with really long nails and scales and fairy wings... yea large fairy wings.... you know what I'll let you just design it." He replied shaking his head, laughing at his own little joke.

"Sure you can see it, just don't laugh right away. I'm lucky it doesn't have glitter all over you know." Matt replied pulling the necklace out from underneath his t-shirt. Holding the elegant butterfly pendant in the palm of his hand, face up, he started to curl his fingers around it. A flash of light and in his hands he held a staff like spear. At both ends the butterfly was with blades intertwine.

"See... its like a big fairy wand...." Matt replied with a bit of a sigh as he wrapped his other hand around it.