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[helluvamess]

"If you're hearing this then I can't be fucked answering right now or some other shit-covered fuckwich is going down on this boat so I'll get back to you when the fuck I can!"

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[The door to Blitzø's cabin looks like a typical shitty apartment door. Inside is pretty much exactly a shitty apartment. The door marked "Loona's room" does not open when tried and it appears that Blitzø himself sleeps on the couch. The walls are covered with images and drawings of horses, however every picture of Blitzø has his face scribbled over.]

[text/audio/video/action]

Comments

after the Barge takes off

[riseunparalleled]

Hello, my name's Xie Lian. One of my jobs here is try to look out for 'unpaired' inmates, so I wanted to introduce myself. Sorry it's so late.

[There had been that whole Death thing.]

[helluvamess]

You're lucky there's no complaints system here, can't say you've been doing a good job.

But don't worry about me, I'm handling myself just fine on this shitfest of a boat.

Audio

[littletonoidea]

Alright, Shortstack, looks like it's you and me this month. Looks like I might even be your first, so if you need a hand with the whole 'The Fuck Should I Expect From Wardens 101' talk, I'm happy to help.

Re: Audio

[helluvamess]

Yeah, look dipshit. I'm not about to help you with whatever fancy ass deal you've been offered if you graduate someone, so you should probably go running back to Admiral Daddy and tell him how you need someone else, alright?

[Voice]

[stressingwitchface]

[ughhhhhhhhhh. why why why]

Hello.

How is your shoulder healing?

Re: [Voice]

[helluvamess]

[What the fuck why.]

The fuck do you care?

Wait. This is a warden thing, isn't it? Some apology bullshit?

[helluvamess]

[moving from here]

Blitzø knocks back the remainder of his drink then sets the glass aside, only not tossing it across the room at the sink because he remembers at the last moment that Astarion basically owns this room too.

Then he drops down to the floor and stalks closer, tail curling through the air behind him.

"So... how attached are you to those clothes being in one piece?"

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Extremely," he says. "Just because I can sew doesn't mean I want to be putting my clothes back together after every assignation."

He steps back, loosens the lace at the throat of his shirt, then pulls the whole thing off over his head. From this angle, at least, he doesn't have a mark on him. His skin is pale and flawless.

Audio

[monsterjohann]

Where the fuck are you?

Re: Audio

[helluvamess]

Why the fuck do you want to know?

[He's in his room but. why does Johann wanna know that.]

Spam

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Trevor makes a face when he sees the Admiral pairing him with literal demons. Sure, he likes Blitzø, thinks he’s funny and relatively harmless (for a given value of it) but he sees this more as a ploy for the Admiral to get under his skin. Under both their skins.

And of course the file is in HIS cabin and not the cabin he’s actually staying in. He rolls his eyes, reads it once and tucks it under his arm.

Then he goes knocking on Blitzø‘a door]

[helluvamess]

[The door opens, Blitzø looks up at Trevor on the other side, and closes the door again.]

I DIDN'T FUCKING DO ANYTHING THIS TIME!!

[crowned_clown]

[After Allen has properly repressed processed his memory of the Breach:]

Are you allright?

[helluvamess]

[Sorry Allen, you've chosen someone who apparently can't spell to save his life.]

Y? it waz fine

audio

[cactusy]

[Sounding tired, but also with a slight edge of wry humor-- ]

So where do fake lives fall on the crappiness scale?

Re: audio

[helluvamess]

I put it under a solid 'drink to forget'. Why, what did you get?

[stressingwitchface]

[From here]

Pick somewhere you don't care about destroying.

And I have a condition.

[helluvamess]

[Immediately suspicious] What kind of condition?

A Few Hours After His Call to Malcolm - audio

[abrightboy]

Hey. Sorry if I was a little short with you earlier; I was dealing with some stuff. Though, if you don’t mind me saying… for someone whose default communication mode is verbal provocation? You sure can’t take what you dish out. But I did recognize it as a defence mechanism and should have taken a higher road. I’ll remember that and try to be more respectful of your feelings in the future. Thank you for getting in touch about Kikimora. I appreciate your concern for her.

[helluvamess]

[A while later because he's tempted to just ignore it outright.]

...did you just leave me a message saying I'm wrong but you're being nice and apologising anyway?

[atowncalledtreffy]

Sooooo.


You met my old warden yet?

[helluvamess]

Your old warden? What, they didn't leave immediately after putting up with your bullshit?

[sixfeetofdirt]

How are we feeling today, darling?

[Why is he asking this right now? A FUCKING MYSTERY.]

[helluvamess]

Fuck you.

Yes, Stolas is here, we spoke, it's fucking fine. Is that what you wanted to hear?

[atowncalledtreffy]

Oy, you up? Got a few things I wanna run by you.

[helluvamess]

[The video comes on clearly accidentally, showing Blitzø blinking blearily in a very ornate bed with what appears to be a sleeping Stolas behind him. The avian prince makes soft hoots in his sleep and there's a scattering of feathers on the bedding and... rope around the bed posts?

Blitzø blinks at the screen and Trevor can see the moment he realises it's recording and he panics, fumbling for a moment before switching over to audio.]

I mean, I'm up now- be up again in an hour or so I guess- but what do you want?

[sixfeetofdirt]

You're incredibly lucky he didn't kill you.

[Video]

[helluvamess]

[Astarion might want the space but Blitzø immediately flips the video on, in part to make sure the vampire can see the cat currently rubbing herself up against his horns and playfully biting them.]

So are you back properly now? Cause I got someone who probably wants to see you.

[falkeditupagain]

[Continuation of this thread]

[Hanna swallows hard, eyeing the arm around his shoulder and then back at Blitz. How did this even happen and holy shit is this guy like super fucking forward.]

Um. I- Are you sure? Cause it'll...It'll be just terrible if it did come with me, like I said. Hives and um. Fluids. Lots and lots of fluids.

[He can't even help it as he laughs nervously, frozen in place.]

[helluvamess]

I work in custodial so I'm all over cleaning up fluids, plus there's enough magic fucking healing going on in this place it'd be easy enough to fix up the rest of it.

[He grins again, leaning in.]

So... wanna make out for science?

[helluvamess]

[from here]

Blitzø lets Johann walk him backwards, taking the opportunity to run his fingers and claws over the tentacles and see what sort of reaction each touch gets, trying to get a sense for how sensitive and malleable they might be.

"I mean, I'm guessing you got at least one inside Florian, maybe two... pretty sure I could manage three or more and if they're flexible enough then that makes it even more fun."

The backs of his legs hit the couch and Blitzø drapes himself back to grin up at Johann. "You tried them out on yourself as well?"

[monsterjohann]

"Three!" he exclaims to cover the shudder against the touch to the tentacles. Each one sends a shock along his back, especially with such a light touch.

"Godsdamn you."

But he straddles Blitzø's lap, his knees to either side of his hips.

"Haven't used any on me, though. That something you would like to see?"

[Audio]

[falkeditupagain]

Heeeey dude, uh. Just shooting you off a message, wanted to check in.

Don't get too wasted, uhm. Talk to you when you get this? [Because he can't just check in on Stolas. That'd be rude.]

Re: [Audio]

[helluvamess]

Who needs to be checked on? I'm fiiiine.

Spam

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Trevor is still getting used to the abrupt move practically forced on him by Florian. He emerges from the other man's guest bedroom in the early morning hours with a jaw-cracking yawn, prepared to go in for his first kitchen shift. He slouches his way over to the coffee machine to make him (and Florian) breakfast, unaware that there's a third person living in this apartment]

[helluvamess]

[He's about to become very aware of the third person as the flat of Blitzø's tail smacks Trevor's clothed ass with a loud thwack.]

Morning, roomie~

[Not only is Trevor's inmate here, but he's also... a morning person.]

I'm thinking of making pancakes, want any?

[sixfeetofdirt]

Hello, darling.

A word about one of our newcomers. Enver Gortash is from my home city. I'm playing nice with him, but he's a greasy little lunatic and can't be trusted.

[helluvamess]

Lunatic how?

[Because someone's feeling a little violent and like making bad choices and that sounds like an option...]

[atowncalledtreffy]

So…

[helluvamess]

Oh you wanna help make Florian into a hotass sandwich? Finally. I'll get some lube and plastic sheets...

[artistinexile]

Good day, Blitzø.

If you are interested, I have a one-day experiment for us in custodial to try. We may be able to cut our workload in half while simultaneously irritating Richter Belmont.

Are you interested?

[helluvamess]

I'm just down for pissing off Baby Belmont. What's the plan?

audio; post-Flood

[reargunner]

Hey, you still alive?

Re: audio; post-Flood

[helluvamess]

No one fucking stays dead here so yeah.

Probably have some new scars but I've had worse. Welcome to the fucking barge, this shit happens a lot.

action;

[onlyhearmusic]

As soon as Collins's stupid warden told him that the restrictions had been lifted the Irishman informed Zichen that he was going to test it. Collins didn't explain any more than that. So sometime that same day, Collins found Blitzø.

His lips curled upwards slightly.

Without any warning the Irishman stalked up to the imp with quiet footsteps and, aiming purposefully, Collins kidney punched the demon.

Re: action;

[helluvamess]

"Satan's tits!"

Blitzø drops the cleaning supplies he'd been using and hits the ground, curled up on himself and squinting up at the other man.

"Hey you fucking shithead! What the fuck was that for?!" There's a pause then: "I mean, there's a lot of reasons so is it one in particular or..."

Wait a minute. "Hold the fuck on. I thought you couldn't do dick to anyone?"

[atowncalledtreffy]

Oy.

Got a quick request for you. One I think you're gonna like.

[helluvamess]

Finally. Yeah I'll suck your dick, just make sure you wash it first.

[mistletoe - nsfw]

[helluvamess]

[from here]

With Abel making sounds like that, Blitzø can see why Cain might like him so much, at least in the beginning. The noises he makes could probably put Angel Dust to shame.

He's something of an expert with carrying people larger than him between Stolas and Loona, so it's pretty easy for Blitzø to kick open the door to an empty room nearby and toss Abel onto the bed. He follows immediately, stalking forward on hands and knees with his tail swaying behind him and a predatory grin in place.

"Real quick, you tell me to stop and I will. Got any 'no's I need to know about?"

Re: [mistletoe - nsfw]

[inthebiblicalsense]

He hadn't exactly been expecting to use one of the many spare rooms, though he supposes it is a nice alternative. Making a soft sound as he's deposited, sitting up on his elbows, his face flushes that usual pink as Blitz crawls towards him.

The thought that he probably won't runs embarrassingly through his mind, his brain stuttering on it before he can get his mouth working again. "No blood, and no petnames."

He swallows, trying to steady his breath as his knees fall open, leaving space for Blitz between them, "you?"