#interaction tag tbd

[nctapcssum]

@ladiesofhell​

Five weeks of vacation. They had been given five weeks of vacation after the incident with Fizzaroli and Osmodeus. And Moxxie was planning to make it count. Since Blitzo had mostly stayed hidden in the wake of it, due to prying eyes and paparazzi after he got caught dating a prince, Moxxie and Millie were left prying eye free, and to their own devices. So, Moxxie was writing another song for her. And he’d been up all night figuring it out. With their dining room table covered in five stacks of crumpled up paper and three cups of the admittedly awful coffee Hell had to offer to Imps, Moxxie woke up face first on a stack of paper and one of the pencils he wore down to the nub trying to think of it. And that is, of course, when Millie walked into the kitchen. Yawning a bit before getting out of his seat, he smiled. “Morning, Millie,” he spoke in the most cheerful tone he’s had since joining IMP, “Are you ready for a fun filled day of relaxation?”

[risethedemxn]

CALL // @masterofmagnetism​ 

          It was rarer and rarer these days to find anyone who shared the same sentiments of eras going by in the blink of an eye. He was yet to meet an acquaintance that shared the entire length of time, but the few that he’d come across were welcomed into the curated library with open arms. Erik had been one of those few individuals, and one of the fewer that showed up frequently enough for Jason to care when he didn’t. 

          So his surprise when the old acquaintance walked through his door was not lost on him. Sure, he still hadn’t managed to fully understand the new methods of communication in the world (ink and paper was much more elegant, he would say), but a call would’ve been nice. He’d barely had time to put the kettle on before he was gesturing for him to sit by the fireplace, grab a book to keep him occupied for the few minutes the water would take to boil, do... Something while he came up with the right questions to ask. To pry would be... Out of uniform, out of character even... But the demon clawing at his chest seemed to disagree, to say there was more than could ever be asked, but Jason had grown far too used to ignoring the rhyming heathen’s calls.

          Besides, it would be rude to show up uninvited while a guest was there.

          “Apologies,” with a slight breath of a laugh, the haphazard tray settling with a few clatters on the low table between them, sitting back in his well-worn chair with a heavy breath.  “I had no idea I’d be entertaining guests today. I’ve... Truly, there’s been an influx of visitors ever since I stopped recharging the wards on the doorframe...”

[rindrxgon]

⌛︎ ❝ Cool , thanks. Glad Shibuya's Composer could at least help with clarification . ❞

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@cxnscience

Ah, Thursday. And not just any Thursday, but the Thursday when the IMP office was being fumigated for an extreme case of roaches that Loona somehow brought back from the surface after a date with another hellhound on the surface. Which meant only one thing: getting the fuck out of Hell so that Lucifer didn't realize who brought the roaches during the fire spree. And this led Moxxie and Millie to the surface in Italy. Hiding in multiple alleyways throughout a small village so that nobody spots them, they were finally allowed to get away from Blitzo for a short time. Unfortunately, Millie got extremely distracted by a fox and cat in human clothing. Utterly confused until they led her off to a puppet theatre, Moxxie was, once again, on his own. Or so he thought. As he sat on a small log, a small figure started floating down in front of him using an umbrella. "Oh crumbs," was all Moxxie said for a period before realizing it was only another bug, "Wait a second. It's a bug. It's not like it can report me to the town leader for being here."

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@leaderintitleonly

Of all the jobs IMP had been hired for, this was the weirdest. When Blitzo and the rest of the team were visited by a not-exactly-recent arrival to Hell had demanded they take out some woman that had genuinely been dead for centuries via magic that could send them all the way back so that they could keep her from dying, Moxxie immediately put his foot down. But it's not like anyone listened to him. So, Moxxie was stationed outside a cottage that looked extremely out of place for him but fit the time period to a tee with a sniper rifle and extreme concerns about what could happen if he succeeded. Lining up his shot as the door opened, he readied.... but a whole flock of birds started circling him and attacking. Screaming in genuine fear and pain, Moxxie dropped his gun, causing it to slide into a masse of bushes and grass. That was, of course, when the short figure left the building. He wore glasses and had a beard. This wasn't the woman he was supposed to target. "HELP," Moxxie called out, hoping to get Millie or Blitzo's attention, "I am in immense pain! For the love of Heaven, pleaaaase....."

[nctapcssum]

@burning-fcols

It had been a long time since Moxxie and Blitzo had known each other. With the opening of IMP and the various misadventures they'd been on, ranging from aggressively aroused princes of hell to cherubs and everything in between. So when Moxxie discussed with Millie that it was about time he took charge and asked for a raise, he knew he had to do it. He was just afraid to do so. He knew that money was tight due to the various expensive horse toys and art books Blitzo pissed the company's money away on regularly, but he had no choice. Knocking on the office door and opening it slightly, he sighed. "Sir," Moxxie started his prepared speech, "I know we've been at odds bef-WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!" He was not expecting Blitzo to somehow have gotten another fish tank full of eels into the office after the last time.

[risethedemxn]

CALL // @glxrious-purpose​

          Magic wasn’t Jason’s strong suit. He wasn’t born with the innate abilities to wield it like it was a second breath. He could study it all he liked, perform rituals and delve into all sorts of witchcraft and still the magic wasn’t truly a part of him. Though, with the demon at his back, it could be argued that it already was. Through the years, he’d learned to sense it, to notice the hairline changes in the air when a being of mystical origin walked past him, a sort of deeper sense that would give him a bit of a chill or a short burning heat depending on the nature of the magics itself. The latter meant the demon was satisfied or ready to make his mark again, and Jason couldn’t have that.

          So he turned to rituals, runes, jars and potions and any array of crystals that he could find the right energies for. Any manner of craft he could dig his fingers into. His slightly successful and utter failed experiments littering the library shelves. Their presence was a calm before any storm, a ward to warn the demon inside that if he dared force himself into the Library there would be mildly annoying consequences. Jason had been rearranging the artifacts of his own creation when a second mystical wave chilled his back. He’d barely heard the door open, but blamed it on his concentration (not his old age, never his old age).

          “Is there something I can help you with?” He coolly asked, turning as he brushed at the sleeves of his suit coat.