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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

Couple days after the Greenhouse explosion; audio

[planetdialup]

Hey Blitz.

I know we don't talk a lot but- I wanted to check in with you about something.

Mind if we talk? Face to face?

[helluvamess]

[Christ on a stick, he doesn't want to talk to anyone if he can help it, so of course the Admiral's making it fucking freezing all the time if he doesn't.]

Fine. I can meet you at my room.

[He hasn't been staying there but he's not sure where else they could meet without at least a chance of someone coming by.]

[planetdialup]

[It's like the Admiral did it on purpose. It's very rude.]

Thanks Blitz.

[She'll wait outside of his room, with a small basket- which has a coffee thermos, cream and sugar and...sandwiches and cookies.

If nothing else, looks like she's here to feed him and talk? So that's something.]

text;

[reargunner]

Could you come by

Now.
Please.

[action]

[helluvamess]

There isn't an answer to the text. Just a few long moments before Blitzø slams into the door, curses loudly and colourfully, then claws it open.

"What happened? Are you bleeding? Do I need to get Florian in here?"

[reargunner]

Alexei appears to be entirely in one piece and not bleeding, but he doesn't say anything as he closes the distance between them, promptly picks Blitzø up off the ground like an oversized stuffed toy, takes him over to the couch and sits down with his head buried against the imp's shoulder.

He might talk to Florian later. Maybe.

text

[inthebiblicalsense]

[It takes a moment to put himself together, just a moment. He might be upset himself but hell if he is going to let it keep him from texting someone. He's been through worse and flown a fucking starfighter all the way to Mars.]

Blitz, if he hasn't already messaged you, could you check in on Alexei?

He's very upset. It's my fault. I just want to make sure he's safe, he's okay, I know you can easily do both of those things, so if you wouldn't do it for me, do it for him.

[action]

[helluvamess]

It's a while later before Abel gets anything resembling a response, a soft knock at the door that turns out to be Blitzø with an oversized blanket and a thermos in tow.

"He'll need a while but figured I'd stop by. What the fuck happened?" He'd gotten Cain's version, now it's time to hear Abel's.

Re: [action]

[inthebiblicalsense]

Abel had considered not opening the door. It's entirely obvious he's been crying, and the distress Cain had been in had given him the weirdest headache that was just exacerbated by the tears.

When he stares down at Blitz, not exactly expecting him and his blanket, Abel draped in one himself with Alex boneless in his arms, he half expected him to pull a knife. He gets a question instead.

"I- Oh...Um." He sniffs a little, looking back to the couch where he'd paused the drama that he swore he was going to watch with Fitz but had dove into to distract himself, he looks down at Blitz again and gestures him in, the cabin extremely different than it had been if he'd ever been inside or peaked in before. "Come in?"

And knowing the door will shut and lock on it's own as soon as he's inside, Abel flops onto the couch with his cat and waits for the other man to settle.

Voice

[foolforlust]

Heeeey. So how set are you on the no clowning thing?

Re: Voice

[helluvamess]

What, what the fuck are you planning?

Voice

[foolforlust]

Nothing. Just- they’re doing that talent show thing. And we used to put on a good show… Thought it might be fun, ya know? Instead of performing alone?

[Text]

[hick_for_hire]

[He's not too sure if Blitz is in the best of headspaces right now, but he might as well see if he can start worming his way back into his good graces...]

Figured out how to get hell horses to work in the Enclosure and good open space for it. Not the same as the real thing, but it's something if you're interested in learning a few tricks or just some bullshit trail riding.

Weapons optional.

Re: [Text]

[helluvamess]

[something something didn't get a chance before breach happened??]

hah! i kud ryd u in2 teh grownd

[atowncalledtreffy]

Hey. Staying out of trouble?

[helluvamess]

Why? Don't tell me you think I'm just a fucking idiot now too.

Audio

[foolforlust]

[Post some how NOT dying but still very, very hurt- Fizz's voice is strained and far away, like the communicator isn't lifted to his face.]

Blitzø-? I can't- nn- H-heeelp?

Re: Audio

[helluvamess]

Fizz?! [Shit, shit, shit, it's exactly like when they were kids, panic rising like a bubble in his chest.]

Where are you?!

[atowncalledtreffy]

Hey.

You're going to hear a lot about some shit I did by people who don't have good reason to like me, and I might get fucked over for it.

If I'm demoted, I just want you to know I'm still going to do everything I can to get you out.

I'm not going anywhere.

[helluvamess]

The fuck did you do?!

[atowncalledtreffy]

[it's been a few weeks. Trevor's been sleeping weird, waking up in a nightmare-induced panic in Florian's spare bedroom. He's having dreams of hurting Blitzø and it's fucking him up. He needs to see his ex-inmate to reassure his stupid brain that everything's fine.

He comes into the main living area, holding Sebastian's cat Nyx, in the hopes of making breakfast for all of them]

[helluvamess]

[Blitzø is an obnoxiously early riser and especially so when he has someone to focus his attention on. Sure, Florian didn't exactly eat or keep the same hours that he used to, but Alexei does and he slips away from the pair of them and makes a beeline for the kitchen, stopping when he realises that Trevor's already beaten him there.]

Oh shit-- I thought you'd still be asleep.

Striker - possible nsfw

[helluvamess]

"Oh shiiiiit-!" It's a genuine yelp this time as his plan fails to launch and instead Blitzø's world flips and he's effectively pinned, reminded yet again of the match they'd had before. He struggles instinctively and, as Striker grabs his horns, the whine that escapes him takes him by surprise.

As does what else he's feeling pressing into him. "Hey asshole, how many knives have you got back there?"

[hick_for_hire]

Unfortunate that Striker's always had the upperhand when it comes to raw physical strength between the two of them. The struggling doesn't surprise him either as he pushes his knee down further into him, though he does pause momentarily as he hears that whine at the pull. Now this is an interesting little thing to note and he's keeping his voice low enough so no one else around them can hear it.

"Just my knee in your back, Boss~" Is he maybe having fun with this now? Oh, very much so. "The rest ain't knives. So maybe you oughta go ahead and concede so we both get outta here without giving these undeserving fuckers a show, hm?"

Video

[chopoffyourhead]

[Riddle has had some time to think since their encounter, and goes to give a call.

His voicemail is unsurprisingly as vulgar as he is.]

This is Riddle Rosehearts. I believe we've gotten off on the wrong foot.

When you're available, I'd like to hear more on your complaints regarding Hell [...] and Lucifer.