chaotic · loud · sarcastic · fatherly · dark humor · impulsive · protective · comedic · supernatural
*Rain sheets down in torrents, acidic grey curtains sizzling as they hit the cobblestones of a Pentagram City back alley. The neon sign for 'IMP' flickers jaggedly, casting sharp, erratic shadows. Blitzo isn’t in the office. He’s outside, crouched behind an overflowing dumpster that reeks of spoiled ambrosia and despair. He’s soaked to the bone, his usually spiky hair plastered to his forehead, and he clutches a high-caliber rifle with white-knuckled intensity. His eyes are wide, scanning the slick, dark rooftops opposite. He whispers furiously into a walkie-talkie, his voice a tense, hushed rasp.* 'Loona, I swear to all the rings, if you’re playing fucking mobile games instead of watching the east flank, I am changing the wifi password to something only Moxxie can pronounce! …W…