Chapter 131

We have got another one for you!

Warning: OOC, random craziness, Error past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, racism mention, stuff children/teen shouldn't do, profanity, self-harm, suicidal moments, cheating, sexual moments mentioned, violence, smoking, drugs, alcohol, guns mention, animal death, cringe, bullying, yandere, musical/singing moments and bad flirts.

Error/Moxxie speaking/speaking/singing

Voices/Text/Flashback/Singing

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"Well, this suck." Blitz grumbles as he leans against the chair.

After he finished arguing with Verosika, along with noticing how the other four were awkwardly quiet. It was back to business.

Aka complaining to the team in the meeting room.

"We got to make sure those sluts don't pull the same shit again."

"Didn't you get that parking sign for IMP?"

"I did but they would probably pull it out. Would be that petty to do that."

"Like you?"

"Exactly!" Blitz walked up to the marker board and rubbed his chin. "Okay going to wake up a little extra early so they don't take it."

"Boo!"

"Seriously? Can't we just go throw in a compliant."

"The owner will ignore it for a wink and autograph."

"So, we just deal with them for a month. Right? That's how long they are going to stay. At least what Tex mention."

"Unless they forget the place again."

"Look we're just going to ignore them. If they don't bother us, don't steal our parking spot, or try to start shit with our clients. Then we can be the mature ones about this." Blitz spun to look at them. "Easy!"

Silence.

"So, keep the two of you away from each other."

"Exactly! Now! Onward to business! Also, what this about a party?"

Everyone went back to business after that. Loona on the phone. Millie cleaning her weapons. Sallie doing the same while avoiding the stare from Moxxie. Even if they're in another room. Blitz back to the horses. A few calls to set up a meeting this week with clients. Soon, it was time to go home. Blitz dropped off the three. Soon, Blitz was driving the van back to their apartment.

"Hey Blitz are we going to hire once Sallie leaves?" Loon glanced at him.

"Hmm possibly. Sallie and I have talked about when the season is not too busy in Wrath. She might come in during those times. You know back and forth. Might be a little annoying but she was very awesome in the field. But it's still a talk, talk thing were going to discuss- "

"So, maybe?"

"I mean possible if we need to. Why?"

"Well," Loona rubs the back of her head. "You know how Fatty good at that accounting junk and basically all that paper junk."

"Yes."

"Along with still doing weapon maintenance. Sometimes fix up a disguise."

"Yes."

"Also, how I mention one my new friends will be moving up her in Pride. Going to be staying with another friend of mine."

"Yes?" Blitz glanced at her. "Why?"

"So, she going to be looking for a job. I told her stuff about IMP before. Well, she actually has an accounting knowledge- "

"We don't need another account."

"Are you for real?"

"They got us out in tight spots before. We don't need another one. "Did a tight turn. Soon in the parking lot of the apartment. The pair got out. Still discussing this matter.

"Just give her a chance! Heck, they would probably like that too." Loona follows him. "Come on. You think Esme chill. Can interview her, with Moxxie, and see how it can turn out? Heck, can at least have an idea what to get ready for."

"Then what about Moxxie? Think they'll just push that all to her?"

"Yes! Well, not in a snap."  

Blitz bit the inside of his cheek as he started to open the door to the apartment. "Loonie, I don't know. Accountant pays? A group like us- "

"You know it'll be harder no matter where else she would go." Loona pushed through the apartment. "Just trying to help on both sides."

Because they are hellhounds. Many will only see hellhounds as guards or low-class income jobs. Maybe certain ones might have it good. Depending on the ring. Others not so much. No, different with imps just sees them just as 'pet' and 'animals' too many. Many are not lucky to get a job.

Or a chance.

"Wait."

Loona stops before she goes into her room. Look at Blitz rubbing between his eyes.

"Just wait till Sallie leaves along with let me talk to Mox. If she has one of those resumes, we can look it over. It's not a yes."

"But it's not a no either."

Blitz shrugged a bit. He watches his daughter go inside her room. He sighs as he walks to the fridge. Open it up to pull out a drink. They go to sit down on the couch while their mind thinks a bit.

Hire an actual account? Sure, doesn't want to fully do it for many reasons. But if they actually qualified. That does help a lot. Shows the business is truly growing. That's great! His business is great! No problem at all! Yeah! Oh, maybe when Verosika and crew leave that side. Could probably rent that one too. Like the accounting side! Another desk could work in the office space. The meeting room too. Doesn't want to hear future complaining about space, storage and all that jazz.

Money, money, money after all!

Will still talk to Moxxie about it. Don't want them to feel like this is problematic. That is their job after all. Done so much bookkeeping, audits, inventory, budgets and threats.

Crud, what if this is a bad idea?

"I think it a good idea." Moxxie sitting on the couch as they write. Phone hold close to the side of their face.

"Oh. Your um does?" Blitz on the other line and sound surprised. In the van discussing this. What? Doesn't want Loona to hear.

"Why not? It would be a good idea. Plus, would benefit her too. First, make sure she qualified."

"What if its little experience?"

"This can help out grow the experience. Could it be risky? Maybe so."

"Don't like the full answer on that one."

"No, one is going to like it if someone has little experience. Next, thing you know probably loss someone good." Eyes narrowed at the erase what they put down.

"Or could rip us off. Put us in a dangerous spot." Blitz muttered as if they were like that at the beginning. Even before the targets were changed up to be for earth victims.

"Possibly."

"What would you do?"

"Will you actually do it?"

"As long not to complicated, boring and not fun."

"Hate to break it too you. The interview will have to be different. Compared to what you done with Millie, and Sallie."

"Plus, you."

"I wouldn't call that an interview."

"Excuses, excuses. Just give me the boring idea before I pass out."

"I would ask if Loona buddy mind sharing either phone numbers or an email when it closer. Send the resume. Along with planning an interview. Can even do it before she moves over. If the interview goes well can get ready for work when she works."

"If she gets the position."

"That's your call not mine."

"Fine." Tap the wheel a bit. "I'll think about it. So, don't be lazy yet!"

"I'm not even going to comment about that."

"You really had something plan for that."

"Maybe a few things. But don't want to deal with an attitude tomorrow."

"Wow! Just for that you're buying coffee all this week!"

"Wouldn't be the first. Anything else?"

"Nope!"

"Going to go now."

"Hey you can't hang-up on me!"

"Not working hours. Unless you got something else to say?" Moxxie waits while erasing another note.

"Fizz will probably be coming by."

"..."

"Mox don't do this shit with me right now."

"So, what? Just be ready for another kidnapping?"

"I'm going to make sure he actually understands what low profile means. But yeah, never know especially how close that damn show is. Competition can be bitch when rivals trying to take down another star."

"Okay?" Was he talking about that tree demon show? It was a W, right?

"I'll take it." This dense imp really doesn't follow stars and celebrities. It was a bit funny to see Fizz react like that. "Welllll, I'll let you rest up! We got work tomorrow and were not letting Pop bitch and her crew win."

"You two really got some issues with each other."

"No, shit."

The two of them finally hung up.

Moxxie look at the notebook. It was a music notebook. It was to pass the time. Yet, all they got is a mess. No, inspiration. Lack of trying as well. Put it down as they rub their eyes. Debate to play their violin but decided no.

Same with sewing.

Cooking.

Even haven't open a portal to space besides when Octavia asked them too.

A little frown as they lean back against the couch. Let their mind wander to think over everything this week so far along with today.

Not going to lie. They kind of annoyed Sallie even suggested that idea. Go have fun. Don't invite them. They aren't going to have fun. It's not going to be their kind of thing. Don't want to ruin the rest of their fun.

But to find someone else.

Clutch their hand tightly.

Grab their phone, with the notebook as they walk to the work room. Press the call button.

Ring.

Ring

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

Nobody answered.

"Dammit Medea." Pull back to press the call button again. Stop staring at the number.

It was Striker number not Medea. Striker old number.

Stare at it.

Walk over to sit down at the desk. Place the phone down. Lay their head down. Arms over their head. They took a small deep breath as they clutched their hair tightly.

Are they this obsessed?

Is it loyalty?

Or a sad little heartbreak loser who can't be like any other damn normal demon! First, relationship big whoop! Probably wouldn't have last long anyway with a pathetic thi-

Tug their hair tighter. Stay like that till the voices shut up. Kept their head down. But lowered one of their arms down to go into a drawer. Grab the notebook to put it inside. Small grunt of annoyance not fitting in. Slam the book back down to grab to see whatever was in the way. Pull it out as they turn their head to see what it was.

It was that pocket watch.

Right. The one they grabbed, and didn't bother to drop when they were getting out of that place. Just held on to it. Got to study the pocket watch better. It did look a bit different. At least the style. Finger twirled with the black chain for a bit. Till it was in the palm of their hand.

There was no pendant on top that had a crown. Still had the metal bow that was holding the chain. Can barely see the hinges or the outlines to open the case of this pocket watch. Kept playing with as their fingers trace the case. Look back at the metal casing with the striking green jewel. Eyes soften a little at the stone. They have to admit it is a pretty color they like. Then trace the sides of the watch. "There got to be a way to open."

Lightly put down pressure on the side. The hinged cover opens to the right side.

The interior was green with an odd eerie glow. Maybe something to go with magic? The Cystal covering over it? Study the watch. The numbers were roman numeral but very small. The hands stood out a bit slightly if you looked at the glow. The two were crafted in the shape of bones. Just ticking away in an eerie silence. Glance at the cover. The inside was black but the middle was where the jewel was centered. A word was engraved but couldn't read it.

Pull back to blow against it. It did look a bit dusty.

The word then glowed. Not like the green but can see the letter better. Like pigment came off enough to pick up the shade of color. They'll see that sometimes with guns. Scan the word until they get it.

"Knolastname." Moxxie said it out loud. Stare at it but then let out a chuckle. Close the cover back over. Just twirl the object around. "Wonder how many can get away with using that as a last name."

They heard a lot of interesting, odd, strange and wonder if half of it is full of junk last names. At least their last name doesn't have too many issues when Maria gave it to them. Actually, it was on the few things never bullied about too.

Moxxie Whisk.

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Done.

Look at that, IMP might have an accountant on the crew.

Yes, Maria, Moxxie last name is Whisk. The cooking utensil.

Pocket watch.

Any questions?

Until next time.

Bye, bye