Chapter 33

We get another one!

Warning: OOC, random craziness, past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, sexual interaction and themes, racism mention, stuff children/teen shouldn't do, profanity, self-harm, suicidal moments, cheating, 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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"Are you insane?"

"Do you want me to truthfully answer that?"

"Moxxie." Striker tail can be heard rattling on the other side of the phone. Someone not happy. "Your arm was frozen by a damn blue blood ice buzzard."

"It's fine now." Can hear a low deep sign from him. "Hey I wasn't going to let it get too far. I still had my other body parts to fight. Or just smack him with the ice hand."

"Your usually careful than this."

"He the one who got triggered with his pride getting hurt." They just wanted a blasted snow cone. "I would have been fine."

"It's not that."

"Then what?"

"I hear things about that blasted blue blood from mouth alone. He may be spoiled like on those fancy schmuck. Yet, he is the one with the brain out the pair, when he believes it mattered. Lately I heard things about the family name and fixing the image up slowly." A low hiss. "Would have snap his wrist after pulling that stunt on you."

Do remember something similar to what Frogmouth said about the Yeti. At least the first encountered. After that well it was really Frogmouth just ranting about him and his ex at that point. Octavia she would mention a few little things and that was about it. Didn't push too much about it as they really don't care about the Yeti. Only they were annoyance and a sibling to that pigeon.

Great they made Striker worry and will possibly be going to kill something. Maybe shoot something, and hopefully not someone. Unless someone asked for it. That won't be fun for them. One of Striker version of hiding his worry. They didn't even tell Millie what happened. Medea wouldn't say anything about it either around her. Or hey gone to see IMP, Ivy, or when he does the 'I will tell you Madre' line. Only one who asked was that Scarecrow man how their hand was. Response couldn't save the snow cone. In return a chuckle from the sinner than those two were playing chess again.

Rub the back of their head while their other hand held the phone, "Hey it'll be okay. It's like a learning process."

Able to watch how he does it. That ice magic he can do without a grimoire. Stolas can do magic without the book but his strongest abilities are from the book. From what it sounded like seated Goetia have some kind of Grimoire. But maybe that might not be the case for all of them and their duties. Could have something else different. Some other material passed down.

"When you say that last part I am. I was even a bit proud to see your clean record not being put in crazy, stupid, and dangerous situations Critter." The crazy danger mess like with IMP, a few occasion outside of that. Besides the normal everyday danger when living in Hell.

"I broke that amazing clean record after the fiasco with that suitcase. You are no better either." Took a few steps to the couch to go sit down. Grab the remote and turn the tv on. Lower to volume down. Found the channel for their Spanish drama.

"Hey don't put me in that category. The only danger I dealt with this week is sandstorm and some drunks who got pissed when I beat them in poker."

"Rattles your job alone put you in some mess up situations and dangerous demons. Plus, the crazy junk we did as kids that would be considered 'dangerous'. It's not my fault. The Yeti the one who came after me." A little grumble and heard the other chucked on the other side. "You're smirking."

"Maybe."

"Aren't you supposed to be the professional one? Not be so smug on the job." Stare at tv. Two actors had their guns out. Talk about ready to go avenge a death, then retrieve a stolen puppy.

Wicked.

"Yes. But this isn't a job right now. Now around you. Eh 50/50 unless I want to get serious."

The pair talking about well assassination, guard and killing business. In a way it's true. Moxxie doesn't do that work for almost a few months now. Besides protecting themselves well but that is different.

"I bet your calling me on the job now."

"I'm calling you after finally getting a signal."

"I'm so special."

"Yeah, yeah miss your ass too."

Moxxie grinned a bit as they picked up the fond tone. "Everything was fine here besides that annoying situation."

"Everything?"

"I mean Loona, Esme both try to bite the Troll hand off for a free health check-up."

"How that go?"

"He was amused. Finished it without a scratch besides insults being thrown at. But he just smiles away not phased." Not phase at all, let alone from Blitz threats being a protective father. He must really have dealt with difficult patients. Not counting themselves.

"Sounds about right. I should be back tomorrow. Could have come back yesterday if it wasn't for that blasted sandstorm." Won't even have time to have a full rest. That part doesn't bother him too much. But he would like to be with his Critter a bit longer. Nope with have to go back to shadow guard duty

"Bummer." Moxxie muttered. Sue them. May not sleep but do miss resting against him. Wow they really have gotten spoiled a bit.

Both of them.

"Awww I miss you too. Don't worry about your cute fluffy little head. I'll be making it up really good for you."

"You sound disgusting when you talk to me like that." Moxxie huffed to ignore what he said or how their faces heated up. Could hear Striker snickered as it was pretty loud. Must have eyes hidden here to know how they behave. Well, it didn't have to happen if they didn't leave. "Hey what exactly where you going to do in Wrath? Were you talking with that group for your job? I thought that not going to happen till this job was closer to the Birthday."

After a bit of waiting, he spoke. "One of them was business related to one of my guns. Can only get certain parts in town and very strict on their schedule date when making appointment. Then I had to go to my old hideout. Couldn't take Bombproof as it would been a long journey from Maria place and back. Got to find other means to check it after learning it no longer on watch."

"Old hideout?"

"One of my old hide It was," His tone change, like he was being careful what to say next, "the one inside the mountain."

Confused until it clicks. That place. Right. "Gotcha. Um why? I thought there was nothing left."

"I did leave and hid stuff behind. Wanted to see if it was still there. When I was being investigated, I was asked questions about all the stuff there. It clicks they didn't find everything. Got my own little hidden spots they couldn't find. Place is bare now when I had it set up. Kind of miss it. Besides that, statue." Striker still got many tricks up his own sleeves. Got to learn to improvise.

Mind going back but the images just going back to everyone getting hurt. Train tracks. Lava. Along with their incident how they reacted to that blasted gas. Then was knocked out after losing their mind. "Do you need help brining anything back?"

"Naw I got it all and left two days ago. I put it in my safe box. I'm getting better at it putting extra in it."

"You have been practicing." A little smile at that hearing how he sounded thrilled of his achievement.

"Got me a good teacher."

The little imp tail may have wagged from that comment. Will not let Striker know that for their sake. 

"Anything else happen?"

"Went to space yesterday after dropping the Doc off. Found some neat looking stones. Want one?"

"Can I make something out of it?"

"Possibly a dagger with the right material to work on the stone. It is safe so there is no kind of backlash issue. You'll just have to work with it."

"Fun project for me to do. Can put that on my resume working with space materials. I bet that would make your space buddy annoyed."

"Frogmouth will be fine. He probably can find the stones better compared to me."

A long overdue silence.

"Rattles"

"Can you repeat that name again?

"Frogmouth?"

"You call Stolas. Frogmouth."

"Yes? Wait, I never told you I called Stolas that?"

"Nope. Must have slipped your mind."

When they both hanged up Moxxie rechecks the stones. No, not what Frogmouth, after even sending dome pictures. wanted but the texture was decent, sturdy. Can try again later in another place for their search.

As for Striker.

Striker no longer holding it back and laughing his ass off. He even fell off the motel bed to roll around the dirty floor. Frogmouth! Hahahahahah! That's just perfect!

Elsewhere.

Stolas was in the kitchen as he read a newspaper. Then he stops. Look around the kitchen. He has this odd feeling of being very displeased, angry or sheer embarrassment.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Via?"

"I have this odd feeling." Octavia was fidgeting a bit and her foot tapped the ground.

"What kind? Like you're ready to throw up?! No, no, no! We can't have that! You need to go lay down-No, Pringles bring the bucket!"

"No, and no to that. It's something else. Like a sheer horror feeling that nobody should know about. Or I want to bury myself deep in my bed and be swallowed. Never come out until it forgotten."

The other time when she felt so embarrassed when her father was wearing the 'dad' outfit too Loo Loo Land. Along with many other examples.

"Oddly enough me to Via. Me too."

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Done!

Yes, Stolas. Striker found out the nickname.

Any questions?

Until next time.

Bye, bye!