Vox Stood, His Grin Sharper And More Dangerous Now As He Adjusted His Jacket, Making Sure It Hung Perfectly.

Vox stood, his grin sharper and more dangerous now as he adjusted his jacket, making sure it hung perfectly. "You can want to ask," he said cheerfully, "but it's better that you don't. Until I know that you and your company can be trusted? If you were to end up with any of my secrets, I would have to take care of that." If I tell you the truth, I will kill you. It was as simple and heartless as that. Just because Vox didn't make a habit of killing didn't mean he was reluctant to do so when necessary. He liked this little imp. Beautiful, charming, ferocious, and adaptable, she was everything one could wish for in a contractor--

But she would be meat on the floor the moment she crossed him.

That was the ugly truth about interacting with Overlords. Even the kindest of them--of which Vox was arguably not--could never really be trusted. Her instincts had been right, to slam the door in his face, and now it was too late. Millie was on Vox's radar. IMP was on his list. There was only one way for them to get out of this, and that was through success.

Smile brighter than ever, he zapped himself away, leaving nothing but the acrid tang of burned air behind.

-

Blitz was in ridiculously good spirits when he, Moxxie, and Loona returned through the portal. With a cheerful whoop, he did a completely unnecessary somersault before going to hang his jacket up.

"Fuck, killing is the best. It's good to be good at shit!" He practically hopped over to Millie, scooped her up, and nuzzled her face. "Hey there, Millie-Billie! We missed you! How was shit here? I got you something." Blitz put her down, went back over to his coat, and dug out the paper sack with cheeseburgers in it. "Earth burgers, if you haven't had lunch yet." He tossed the bag her way. "We miss anything?"

There's a smirk rested on her face as he said that. Her being able to flatter someone was easy. It was in her genes. Learned it from her mother. Something her mother did say was 'If you can flatter someone, you'll be certain to win them over.' Her mom was right most of the time. It doesn't always work though. But she definitely didn't want to get on an overlord's bad side. That wouldn't be good, or helpful to I.M.P. Although, Blitz might enjoy it if someone like her were to get on an overlord's bad side. "I know my way around people."

Honestly, it wasn't all that much of a surprise that killing may be boring to him. It made her wonder if he just hadn't found the unique ways of killing someone. Oh well, to each their own. She listens as he began to describe someone that he wanted her to find. The second that he managed to spit out just a bit of the description she couldn't help but grin. Perfect. Her boss and coworkers already had a bone to pick with that jerk. So, it would be nice to have a reason to rough him up a bit. Take him right off that high horse that he was always on. This was definitely going to be a fun job that was certain.

Although she was already thrilled to take on this job, she was curious to know who this overlord was. Killing an overlord? That was something that they'd never done before. "You can't just tell me it's an overlord and not expect me to want to ask who you're referring too."

There it was, she was smirking again at the mention of Strikers name.

"I already have a bet to settle with him. So, count us in."

@moxxietude said: "You are loved, Blitz."

Those simple words hit hard, in the best way possible. Blitz turned, not having expected Moxxie to be there, but the moment he saw him? He smiled. Heart softening, body seeming to just relax, tension falling away just because Moxxie was there.

"You too, Mox." Reaching out with his tail, he lovingly brushed the spade over Moxxie's upper arm, smiling, heart in his damn throat. "You, too."

"Oh yeah? Well, maybe we should tell our boss to suck it," Blitz shouted over his shoulder, before cackling. Realizing Moxxie was absolutely going to catch him, he jumped up onto a passing car, letting it carry him about half a block, before hopping right back off, and making a mad scramble towards Moxxie. Delighted that the play was happening, Blitz did his best to tag him, and not to be tagged. Playing with Moxxie might be rare, but fuck, it was life. The tagging, the racing at top speeds, the climbing, the jumping...

Sure, maybe there were reasons that imp culture didn't exactly encourage public zoomies, at least in places as busy as Imp City, but it wasn't like it was completely taboo. How could it be, when there was nothing more fun? At one point, Blitz slid under a dumpster, panting, eyes bright with laughter. He knew Moxxie was going to find him, knew there was no hiding from or escaping from that small but fucking fierce assassin--and that knowledge was the best thing in the world. Laughing, trying to catch his breath, his attempt to hide was half-hearted at best...

And the second he saw Moxxie, he kicked off from the wall, scooting out towards those tiny little feet, fully intending to grab him by the ankles and play-chomp. Blitz made a ridiculous little growly-screech as he made his move--what even was stealth?

Moxxie had relaxed, tail swishing behind him. Though it was hard to miss the stray tears that Blitz had swept away. He went to touch his boss’ shoulder reassuringly. Then without warning– though he should have sensed it by the telltale pre-zoomie signs– Blitzo had hopped over Loona’s desk and out the front door. Remaining in the office as a stick in the mud seemed out of the question. Not only was Moxxie hardwired now to nag Blitzo about their shift not being one-hundred percent over, but one imp turning the other imp down for zoomies was just cruel. And it had infectiously jumped to him as well. Like an electric current, his tail flicking swiftly and his pupils widening as well. “BLITZ! WAIT!”

He shot out the door just as fast. Maybe faster. Having digitigrade legs had their advantages in some situations.Outside, he caught sight of Blitz right away and tailed after him.

“Our shift isn't over yet!” There was a playful tone to it, like he didn't take the shift as seriously as he did catching up with Blitzo.

Love? How could anyone love a washed up circus imp like you?

"What, you mean like Stolas and Vizzy? And Angel? Fuck you." Blitz waved his hand dismissively at the stranger, although there wasn't really any heat to his voice; he didn't sound upset, or even like he really disagreed with them.

"They might have chosen the wrong guy, cause I--am. The wrong guy. A walking piece of shit and we all know it. But, listen." Abruptly, he plopped down on the empty stool next to this person, scooting over closer to them. "It's not my call. Whether or not they get to love me. I thought, for the longest fucking time, I thought that I had some say in it. So it always felt like I was tricking people, if they gave a shit. It always felt like, like I was doing something, fucking... You know. Wrong.

"But that is why I kept pushing people away. That shit attitude. That somehow, because I didn't believe in myself, no one else could either. You know how fucking long it took me to figure that out? How fucking many people I pushed away and hurt before a light clicked the fuck on? It's--listen. Bud. Take my advice? One drunk fucker to another: don't decide for other people that they're right or wrong to love you. Just try not to be a dick about it."

did you know bowling balls are just extra large jawbreakers? I can prove it! CATCH!

Blitz probably should have ducked, but he didn't. Frowning, he just caught the bowling ball when it was lobbed at his face. The imp was ridiculously strong, especially in the forearms; he dug the tips of his claws into the ball, bits of it crumbling away.

"What exactly the fuck is wrong with you?" he asked, his expression flat, his eyes angry. Blitz tossed the ball in one hand, glaring back at the person who had thrown it. He looked at them for a long moment--then grinned and tossed the ball right back at them. But almost in the same motion, he had his pistol out and the shot taken.

Throwing a bowling ball at someone's head was attempted murder. Blitz wasn't in the mood to just attempt it. Brushing his hands off, his grim expression turned to a cheerful smile.

"Never do something half-assed, bitch."

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