#Mattjö leitner

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Amelie wanders into the Institute's IT department, feeling bored. It's hoping to find Mattjö and bother him for a little while.

He’s there, sure enough, idly rummaging through emails with a cup of that god-awful instant coffee he loves so much in his hand. He doesn’t seem to notice Amelie walk in.

[nobodys-soldier]

On Monday, Charlie comes into work a little early. It’s a little odd, but she’s feeling productive, and wants to get her day over quickly. Unfortunately, her computer absolutely refuses to respond. It’s simply decided that it hates her this morning, and will staunchly refuse to do anything but throw a petulant fit. It is a small mercy, then, that when she knocks on the IT door, and, finding it unlocked, there is someone inside.

Someone asleep, but someone nonetheless.

@printer-mob

Oh. Shit. He’s sleeping. Uh…

“Excuse me? Hey- I need your help with- Do you think you could-” She whispers loudly, before cutting herself off. She feels bad waking him up, half-hanging awkwardly in the doorway. Maybe Charlie should just leave him?

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yes

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Mattjö Leitner is walking home with a Leitner in his bag.

what crimes will he commit chaos will occur?

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Amelie wanders the streets of London, feeling detached from everything and everyone,eyes wide and glossy. Even their contours look... Weirdly distorted. It almost resembles a ghost with how pale fae looks.

It wanders and wanders and wanders for god knows how long, until it bumps into... Someone? It can barely tell if they're a figment of faer imagination,but nonetheless it matters out a quiet sorry.

“A-Amelie? Is that you? You look like a ghost! What happened?”

They don’t respond to him, and he takes their arm before they wander blankly on. He maneuvers fae into a small coffee shop. A few moments later, Amelie is sat at a table, blank-eyed, but with at least a warm cup of tea steaming in front of them. Mattjö can’t tell if the warmth is helping any, but he knows at least that Amelie likes tea quite a bit, and that a bit of comfort is often the first step to healing.

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Orion hurries into the Institute, nearly running into multiple people in his frenzy. He looks in several places before finally spotting Mattjö in the break room.

“Mattjö!” They rush over, stopping in front of him. It’s immediately obvious that they’re doing much worse than the last time he’d seen them; they’re covered in burns and singed hair and smudged handprints.

“Mattjö- Mattjö I fucked up”

“Hey, shhh, what’s going on? You’re gonna be okay. I’ve got you now. Tell me what happened.”

It is… worrying, to say the least, to see Orion so distraught, not to mention singed. Mattjö gets up as he tries to talk Orion back down to a place of calm, grabbing the kid a glass of water.

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where can these be purchased

some (kinda risque) computer-loving pins from the 80s

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They decided to explore the institute. Drawing in the corner of the archives got boring.

They found a printer. Something felt different about that printer.

@kittenssketchbook

The printer shuddered to life, machinery whirring. A small piece of paper falls out of the front of it. Someome must have sent something to print as they walked in.

What Have You Drawn?

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A small figure, a kid, somewhere around fourteen with long pink braids, suddenly appears by Greta and pokes her. The smooth way he moves seems almost animal, though he jolts or stumbles every once in a while, like abruptly woken from a dream.

@laertesthelocalstranger

HEY! WEIRD KID! Get away from my printer!

She’s sensitive.

@laertesthelocalstranger

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Magnus Institute IT Missive #432

Hello all,

I've been getting reports of computers blacking out and foaming when certain search terms are inputted, so I'm adding these to the banned search list:

Gregor Orsinov

Sergey Utshanka

Maxwell Rayner

The People's Church of the Divine Host

Plastic Explosives Ebay (you know who you are, you know why this is on here)

Thank you all for bearing with me.

Mattjö Leitner

[j-s-archivist]

Hello!

I'm Mattjö, I'm the new IT coordinator here at the institute. I'd heard there was some trouble with digitizing statements. I'd love to offer any assistance I can. Just let me know!

Sincerely,

Mattjö Leitner

That last name seems…familiar.

But yes there is. I will contact you if there’s any further troubles.

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Laertes stumbles out of nowhere, fabric skin covered in rips and eyes blazing with a fury that can only be born of a horrible sorrow.

@laertesthelocalstranger

She barrels through the door and sees Mattjö in his flat, drinking a cup of coffee over a bowl of instant noodles. He is clearly distressed, as a quilt in the shape of a person has just appeared in his apartment, unannounced, clearly hurt, or at least very upset.

Mattjö begins to approach, tentatively. He’s not really sure what’s happening.

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Any of y’all got any leitners.

by any chance.

basically I think that if your protagonist doesn’t want to fuck someone so bad it makes them look stupid, then there probably isn’t enough energy in your story. “Fuck someone” isn’t literal btw—they can want to uncover the secrets of their parent’s death, they can want to prove their worth, they can want a donut from one particular bakery—it can be anything so long as they want it so bad that they’ll make decisions that make any sane person go “are you a moron??”, with little to no forethought, or even tons of forethought and this is still the option they chose. Because they want to fuck that thing so bad.

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Hey

Hey guess what

What did the printer say when it ran out of ink

It Cried Out In Pain, For Its Lifeblood Had Been Stripped From It, Used To Bind Ephemeral Things To Solidity.

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Stabifg peopel is baf >:(

-hnery

enough of this loser anti-stabbing propaganda let me live my life

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Updating: 27%

Mattjö Leitner is walking alone at night, cutting through a back alley to get home faster, when he sees something odd. A large, formless lump with... some dark substance oozing out of it. Is- is that blood?

Mattjö Leitner is walking home at night, when he comes upon a corpse. Now, unlike what most people would do in such a situation, likely some variation of calling the police, Mattjö instead gets closer. He lifts up the rags over what must have been the head and sees a face, pale with shining orange hair and freckles, marred only by a gash across it.

It'll do.

He hoists the body up onto his shoulder in a fireman carry, the blood dripping all over his shirt. He doesn't seem to notice, and certainly doesn't care.

He walks faster, arriving at his apartment, going up through the back door. Even after twenty minutes of carrying a dead body, he doesn't stop for a break. The drip of blood on the stairs will be discovered in the morning by an accountant, who will ignore it, and ignore it again upon returning in the evening.

He sets it down for the first time to unlock his door, pulling the thing inside. He makes right for his... office, if you can call it that. It's the room where Greta sits, waiting.

He pulls the body over to her, and flips up the hatch on the scanner. The glass reflects the fluorescent lighting of the room before he presses the face of the corpse into it. The printer begins to whir.

Some time later, there aren't even blood stains left in his apartment.

Greta spits out a single small sheet of paper. There's just a single word printed on it.

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