#~a spark lit smile~ (robofizz)

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Closed Starter for @unhinged-greed

"So do you think he and Fizz are okay in there?" Chaz asked, his tail idly swaying in the water of the fountain he was sitting at, him and his boyfriends currently on the edge of the gluttony palace grounds,having rushed over in Striker's truck upon hearing about the killings and the lock down at the masquerade ball.

" Well given they just said two dead I doubt someone as famous as those two ended up with anything worse then a scratch..." Striker said, trailing his claw over the barrier keeping them out, pondering a bit while his partners sat on the side

"I mean we p-probably shouldn't get so worked up. I-It's Ozz, and he'd bl-blow up hell before letting someone lay a hand on Fizz. Not to mention Mamm-Mamm's there too, th-there bo-both useful to him, so least he-he's invested in there safety." Robo said hopping down, walking around to lean on the Barrier next to Striker, the cowboy rolling his eyes.

"Nearly forgot that bastard was with him.. Well least he;s useful to someone for a change, maybe..." The cowboy sighed, massaging his temples

Robo nodding his head as he stood "Yea-Yeah, so we just wait probably, should be chill, I m-mean all the drama's insi-inside ri-" Robo said before a sharp wind blew past him, making his hat tails fly in the wind as both Striker and Chaz's eyes widened

"Uhhh some friends of yours Robo...?" Chaz asked pointing behind him, makingg Robo cock his head to the side in confusion, turning around to see two nearly identical Fizzbots with blue eyes and dark outfits punching and biting at the barrier wildly, making him even more confused

"G-Girls?!" He questioned, recognizing the two as his sisters, Mammon's helpers, Coin and Penny, but he'd never seen them this worked up before

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"Um wait what about-" Chaz spoke up, as he was in his usual outfit he stood as a flaw in that argument, only for Striker to close the shark's jaw with a soft sigh. "Him being wrong doesn't matter right now.." It was clear Striker was exhausted, massaging his temples.

"You got that right, I have half a mind to slam you into that table right this second.." The cowboy admitted crossing his arms, still glaring slightly "Yeah, probably for the best, your right..." Chaz agreed, scratching his neck a bit.

"More fun then being strongarmed into your schemes... Count y-your lucky stars OG none of us want to h-hurt you, least not enough to act on it.~" Robo noted, walking over and wrapping his arms around his boyfriends with a smile, Chaz chuckling and the faintest hint of a smile on Striker's face.

"Heh, your right, we don't want to drag this out, so let me make one thing clear.." Striker said lifting the tendril like arm off of him before walking up to Fizz, cornering him in his seat. "I am WELL within my rights to sick Ozzie on you due to our contract, as you don't get to treat me or my partners any different just cause your the apple of his burning eye." Striker slammed his hand on the table hard enough it would have probably broken if he did it harder.

"I do expect an apology when we get back, and I also expect it to matter, I won't put up with protecting your ass if your still gonna pull this shit with me, and especially with them! I want you to keep that in mind. Remember that Fizz. I mean it. *sigh* Goodbye.." Striker added before straightening his shawl and bandana before walking his way out followed by his partners who waved goodbye to the Jester, leaving him alone.

Least for a second, a familiar chuckle echoing behind him. "Heheh I'm surprised he didn't pull out a weapon, he looked tense enough too. Remind me to recommend a deep tissue massage for him on that trip you planned~" If Fizz looked behind him, he would see two famliar blue skulls bouncing in the air in the corner of the cafe before the body they were attached to formed in blue flames, revealing Ozzie in his smaller form, smirking as he walke up and gracefully sat down across from his boyfriend, a tired albeit loving smile on his face.

"I really was quite panicked when I found you gone this morning, I intended to talk to you over breakfast, but I won't deny Im glad you took the initiative to work on repairing your relationship with them. I thank you for that Fizz." The sin said softly, seeming to be doing a good bit better then last night.

All three of them made a confused and somewhat offended expression, Striker narrowing his eyes "Got a few sticks of dynamite in the truck, those make smoke, want a taste of those...?" Still clearly pissed before Robo chimed in "And H-Helloo~! Ha-Have you seen your best fr-friends gangs styles? You don-don't get after them." Least for that point, Robo pointed out, since most of I.M.P seemed allegic to not wearing black somewhere

Striker and Chaz listened to the explanation of everything, at the end the cowboy huffing "Heh least your honest. Doesn't make up for it, not even close but its a start." Striker said, least giving credit where it's due, before Chaz pulled his boyfriends in close for a side hug.

"I think it's great! Haven't done a getaway like this with eachother and Ozz is pretty fun to be around! Should be a blast right guys?" Chaz said excitedly at least seeming more comfortable now, Striker grumbling

"If it's a base then fine. Your not off the hook yet, but your trying, I can give you that, just don't slack on the actual apology either." Striker said, seeming tired as well, bags under his eyes slightly showing just how bad last night was for him, Chaz nearly having the same too. Seems they didn't sleep too well.

"We'll go on it I feel, just don't skimp on you-your actual apology bro. As Strikes said. Now you just got to say all this to your boyfriend." Robo remarked, leaning into and wrapping his long arm around his partners as he gave a teasing smile at Fizz

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Okay. You asked for robofizz prompts and I think I have something. Character (reader or OC, totally up to you) works at Loo Loo Land as a maintenance worker for the rides and games. Their day is busy as hell because, let’s be honest, shit breaks down a lot there. But, out of the blue, management makes them robofizz’s new mechanic because he killed the last one. This is the first time they’re meeting the deranged clown and things get pretty, you know, when character tries to fix his sparking wires. 👀👀👀👀👀

oh fuck here we go y’all sluts better buckle up

Ducking behind a row of rigged carnival games, you let your work bag fall to the ground as you took a breather, wiping sweat and what looked like engine oil (but could be anything from burnt sugar to cremation ash) off your forehead. Taking a job as a ride mechanic had seemed like a good idea at the time; get into the park for free, discounts on funnel cake, access to all the shows. All you had to do was tighten a few bolts and make sure nobody got electrocuted too severely. 

But here, like the rest of Hell, imps like you were disposable grunt workers and nobody gave two and a half shits if you were overworked or exhausted. Everything was broken or breaking. You were shocked (metaphorically and literally) your first day when you saw that behind the novelty prizes and shiny veneers, the park was just a rat’s nest of rusted metal, sharp edges, and exposed wiring. Mechanics were routinely crushed or mangled or fried, and within a day another had taken their place. So far, you’d managed to avoid the various death traps and make it a solid month, which made you one of the more senior employees. 

Today was especially busy; there was some important fuck and his daughter at the park today, and orders were to keep the place running as smoothly as possible, though “smooth” was a relative term. It had seen you running like a maniac from one end of the park to the other, your uniform shirt coming untucked from your grease-stained pants as you jogged from one disaster to the next. Predictably, as soon as you had a second to take a breath, your phone went off, the splintering chitter of its message alert drilling into your ears. 

Another mechanic was down, this one working to repair one of the main acts. You groaned, big machines you were fine with, but intricate wiring and robotics? Not your strong suit. And this was the top-billed show, the most loved (or most feared) performer the park had to offer. Fizzarolli himself. You hadn’t seen the show yet, and his ominous circus tent was one of the only places you hadn’t yet been called to to fix something, but since you were currently the most senior mechanic on staff at the moment, and seeing how RoboFizz had just crushed his last mechanic, the job fell unfortuitously to you. 

Fantastic.

You sighed and slung your tool bag over your shoulder, walking briskly through the crowds to hastily erected circus tent, which had been cleared of people for the time being. You took a deep breath before ducking inside, blinking a bit as your eyes adjusted from the bright light of midday to the dim green glow that filled the tent. Some benches were knocked over, a few still had blood spatter on them, but you'd straighten that up later. At the moment, your focus was on the shadowed figure bent in unnatural angles slumped on the stage. His eyes and grinning mouth were lit with the same dull green, and they narrowed to slits when they saw you. 

"Its about ti-time you got here, toots!" He laughed, the sound skipping like a damaged record. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you knelt behind Fizz to access his mainframe; at least the rides didn't talk. 

"Yeah yeah, its busy work keeping this shithole operating, sue me." A few twists with a screwdriver, and the panel popped free, exposing the tangled wires and hydraulics, and you groaned inwardly. This kind of detailed work was way beyond your level of experience. 

"Ya waiting for a formal invitation ba-ba-back there, tinker? Get moving, I've got an audience waiting!"

"Hell's sake, keep your bells on. I'm not exactly a robotics expert." Clamping a small flashlight in your teeth, you started to poke around inside the hydraulics, looking for any leaks or broken connections. Not seeing anything right away, you probed deeper, focused on finding the problem in the less than adequate lighting. Had you been more experienced in dealing with robots, you would have perhaps remembered to inspect the outer body for any exposed wiring. As it happens, you did not, and your inexperience led you to brush against an exposed set of wires that threw sparks and burned a dark, circular mark on the back of your hand. The pain made you jerk back on instinct, yelping and cursing. It took you a moment to notice that the posture of the clown had changed, straightening from his slumped position with his head cocked sharply to the side. With the soft ratchet of moving machinery, Fizz turned his head 180 degrees to look at you, and you noticed more quickly now that his stare had changed as well. Before, it felt derisive, a touch irritated behind the ever present smile he'd been programmed with. But now there was more intent inside the green, more interest...almost as if he were leering at you.

"Ohhh," he rasped, "so its gonna be that kind of show?"

You were confused, until you noticed a dot of red within the green, a new light in the mainframe, with tiny lettering indicating what new function your little spasm had switched on. 

18+ Mode On

Your eyes widened as the reality of your little mistake finally began to sink in. It was a well known fact that Fizz had an “adult” mode, mainly for private shows where wads of cash exchanged hands behind closed doors. Sometimes, the crowds at night were bigger than the crowds during the day. Sure, on a lonely night or two, you’d wondered just what a sex-capable robot clown could do and if shelling out a small fortune would be worth it. Now, it seemed, you were about to get an accidental freebie.

“Fuck.”

“That’s the idea, sweetcheeks.” Fizz got to his feet with a whir and a shower of yellowish sparks, his body jerking so that the back panel slammed shut, hiding his exposed mechanics and thwarting any attempt you might have made to switch his mode. From somewhere within the tent, jaunty calliope music began to play, the pitch slow and wavering at first, like playing a record on the wrong speed. “So what’s your ple-pleasure, sweet stuff? Your ol’ pal Fizzarolli can do it all-upstairs, downstairs, butt stuff, you name it.”

“I...uh…” Your entire body felt numb, frozen, unable to do much more than stare as he advanced toward you, looming over you with that malevolent, leering grin still on his fanged mouth. “I’m not...I mean, I don’t…”

Fizz paused, his head once more cocking sharply to the side as he regarded you, then he let out a laugh, the bells on his hat jingling as his head did a complete roll on his shoulders. “Aww, looks like someone’s sh-shy! Don’t worry, tinker,” he growled in a smug, condescending tone, reaching down to pat you on the head. “I’ll take the reins on this one. You just sit back and enjo-jo-joy the show!”

With a sinister chuckle, he lunged for you, wrapping his entire body around you like an electronic boa constrictor, that laugh still buzzing in your ear as he coiled tight, then unwound himself, flinging your body towards the ceiling of the tent. There was barely any time for you to pull breath into your lungs to scream, and then suddenly, you weren’t falling anymore. Something else was wrapped around you, something cold and biting as steel. Around each wrist, each ankle, your waist, and your neck, whiplike appendages were wound, thin and covered in shifting metal plates. You were being held in midair, suspended like a puppet; if the advertisements you’d seen plastered around the park were any clue, you would guess that you were getting a taste of the “real tentacle action” Fizz boasted. Indeed, from within the loose panel on his back was where the appendages seemed to originate. 

As he stalked closer, you gulped, the sickly green glow of his eyes bathing your face and throwing your shadow in harsh relief against the canvas wall. Fizz wasted no time, and with only a deranged giggle as a warning, he shoved his hand beneath the untucked hem of your shirt to slide into your pants, cold hand cupped firmly between your legs. Barely a sound had left you, everything happening so fast you could barely process, let alone react, but a moan left you now, the silk of his glove and the ruffle around his wrist feeling so strange and yet so good as they brushed against your most sensitive parts. Fizz chuckled, or at least, he attempted to, the sound glitching into a series of strange beeps in response to your apparent openness to his touch.

"Boy, hardly touched at all and you're already moaning? You must need it ba-bad, impling." He leaned closer, eyes narrowing, and you shied away from those sharp teeth, so close to your face. Without warning, that hand between your legs began to vibrate, and you yelped, wriggling in your bonds.

"Ohhh...oh fuck…!"

"Like I said," he crooned. "That's the idea-ea-ea." The vibrations cranked up a notch, and you could no longer keep still, your breath coming faster, tail thrashing behind you out of sheer pleasure. Truthfully, it had been a long time; when you were fighting to keep a roof over your head and passing out from near exhaustion the second you returned home at night, there wasn't much time to try and get laid. It was lonely and it sucked, but that's life. Now, touched for the first time in what could have been centuries for all you knew, your toes curled inside your work boots, tears forming in your eyes as your hips bucked against his hand. It was so good, so fucking good, and with every increase in speed, your moans and cries got louder, more desperate, until-

"Ah-ah-ah, tinker, no you don't!" Suddenly that hand was gone, all stimulation withdrawn, and you whimpered. The tentacles around your extremities tightened in response. "You thought I was just gonna let you co-come so soon? Poor, dumb little imp-slut, it ain't gonna be that easy."

You swore, your teeth bared in an impotent snarl, but the clown only laughed, more carnival-striped tentacles unfurling and wrapping around you, the metal cold against your overheated skin. Now fully immobile, you were lifted higher, splayed out, shaking and wanting. The new appendages began to nudge and press around your body, seemingly exploring your form while the clown stepped between your spread legs, hands groping at your trembling thighs. His smirk was near evil, merciless, piercing as a laser as he watched his tentacles divest you of every stitch of clothing, torn and tossed aside without care. The tips of his jester hat brushed along your legs as he leaned closer to your core, mouth opening to graze the tips of his sharp teeth along your inner thighs, chuckling when you writhed, uncertain if you were trying to pull away or get closer. “Please,” you whimpered, not quite knowing what you were begging for, your body reduced to firing synapses and electric pulses of pure need.

Again, that mocking giggle issued from somewhere behind his sharp teeth. “Begging now, slut? You really want it tha-a-at bad, huh?” His open mouth neared your center, and you noticed now that there was heat coming from him, like the brush of warm breath, and saw a faint reddish glow shining from somewhere within his maw. “Want Ol’ Fizz to make you come again and a-again like the greedy little tramp you are?”

“Yes,” you choked out, so far past caring how desperate you sounded. “Yes, please, please, please!”

A soft whir was your only warning before something long, warm, and slippery was sliding between your legs; your body spasmed, jerking against the restraining appendages, your head lifting to see his striped tongue pressing against you, coated in shiny lubricant. He licked experimentally at you, seeing how much pressure you liked and where you were most sensitive, continuing his brutal teasing as the needle-sharp tips of his fingers raked down your thighs, nearly drawing blood. Then that mouth opened impossibly wide, eyes narrowed to knowing slits as that tongue probed at your entrance, nudging against it before shoving inside with no warning. Gasps and choked half-words fell from your lips at the delicious stretch of being suddenly, violently filled, his tongue twisting and pushing, the stripes not just for decoration but denoting a raised, almost ribbed texture. 

When it began to vibrate inside you, you couldn’t help but scream.

He cooed filth up at you, still able to talk despite his mouth being wrapped around you, voice distorted from the vibrations. Yellowish sparks would issue from his limbs as he fought to keep you still, burning against your skin like vicious little kisses. You weren’t coaxed to the edge so much as dragged toward it, your orgasm slamming into you with near physical force. The clench and thrashing of your body didn’t slow him; if anything, the vibrations intensified, more tentacles issuing from him to stroke and tease other erogenous zones, your entire body his to play with, helpless against his ruthless pursuit of your ruin. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as he ripped your pleasure from your body with no care to be gentle, teeth and hands leaving marks in their wake. You were his slut, his eager imp-whore, his pretty little toy; at least, you didn’t deny it when he growled these claims up at you. As long as he didn’t stop, you would be anything he wanted.

But while he couldn’t grow tired or drained, you certainly could, and through a veil of tears you begged him to stop, half afraid that he wouldn’t. Fizz paused, then slowly unwound himself from around your violently shaking form, tentacles disappearing back inside the panel they had come from. He regarded you curiously, still grinning as you collapsed in a boneless, shaking heap, unable to do much except pant for breath. Finally, you looked up at him with hazy eyes, your sweaty hair falling limply in your face.

“Didn’t you have a show to do?”

Fizz threw back his head and laughed, the bells on his hat jingling merrily, a stark contrast to the cold, malicious sound of his glee. “Not the sharpest t-t-tool in the shed, huh, tinker? Look around; you a-are the show.”

To your horror, you could see dozens of yellow eyes pinned to your naked form, imps of all shapes and sizes, eyeing you hungrily. The light of day outside the tent was gone, and the depraved crowds that only came around at night had filtered in while you were...preoccupied. Ruby skin turned a mortified burgundy as you scrambled to cover yourself with any scraps of your clothing you could find, but Fizz wrapped his arms around you and hauled you to your feet, his arm secure around your waist as he bowed to his audience-your audience. They began to applaud, some whistling, others throwing out lewd comments. Fizz pulled you into his side, the hand on your waist slipping just a little lower.

“Seems like we make a pretty good duo, dollface,” he rasped, showing off his pointed teeth in a lascivious grin that at your already weak knees nearly buckling. “Whaddya say we gi-gi-give them an encore?”

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Sits the Seraph of the forge next to Robo Fizz, cuz this can only end well.

Robo's eyes widen with a few sparks upon seeing the Angel right next to him, a bit surprised as he rose a brow at the cross necklace "Y-You know could get i-in trouble wearing that 'ho-holy shit' down here, If I-I were you I'd turn it upside down Mister~" Robo teased, spinning his head upside down when he said before going back to normal with a slight smirk, not noticing any angelic features yet as they sat there.

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Blade was bouncing around Robofiz and looked them over. "So you're a robot??? I'm an edroid! Or well, darling said I'm like an android if that makes more sense. Hi, I'm Blade!" Said the happy man with a gem on his chest and messy white and black hair. He had shark like teeth and bright purple eyes. He was definitely a ball of energy

Robo's eyes widened by the man bouncing around him, behavior he was never on the recieving end of before, then they landed and spoke, Robo crossing his arms smugly "If the LED lights in my everything didn't give it aw-away. Yeah I'm robotic, g-guess you are too. Nice to mee-meet ya Blade. Ya e-eat some sugar or what?"He teased, all that energy was also not something he saw as an outsider.

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Blade was reading a book about detectives and was intently doing it. He didn't notice Robo watching him. But if Robo did a sneak attack, he would most likely trigger Blades' defense mechanism and wind up pinned on the floor

Robo did in fact go that route, just watching Blade for a bit before the robot smirked, jumping at Blade and wrapping his arms and legs around the android as he rested his head on Blade's shoulder "Surprise Blade Boi!!!"Robo exclaimed, he certainly didn't know not to mess around the android yet, not that he wouldn't do this if he did no, he liked to play it risky.

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The imp finishes their set and comes offstage heading to their dressing room to get out of their costume. They're mumbling and starting to take off some of their accessories when they hear someone outside. "hello?" they ask quietly. Picking up a microphone stand as an improvised weapon.

Robo was just sneaking around Ozzie's, he did it all the time on his days off, Ozz and Og knew he did so so it was relaxing, just crawling around before he got careless and let an arm bang against a door, it didn't hurt but the voice that followed interested him, he hadn't heard it before so it caught his curiosity, guess he could ask Ozz for forgiveness later if he got in trouble, setting himself up to kick the door open and land with a flip inside the room before his optics widened at the unfamliar face "O-Oh! Your a new face! A pretty one too! Wha-What's your name Mx?!"He asked, trying to be polite by not assuming, before he noticed the microphone stand they were holding

"Oh Gourgeous? That's won't do much if I wanted to fight, but luckily for you, I don't, just being friendly here"He explained, smirking at her, he couldn't help himself.

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Sorry if I haven't been the most responsive or fast, my mental health and motivation has been whack still, especially with more tense dramatic rps, I don't know if Im in the right headspace for those right now. Im more open to casual wholesome stuff rn but still. Just wanted to say sorry but if you want to plot something Im happy too. Even if we're not mutuals.

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Robo's optics widen slightly at the clenched fist and glare, putting a hand up with the chuckle at the eerie statement, and he thought his voice sounded robotic.

"Hey hey d-don't go assuming off of my looks and lis-listen to me! I wasn't o-offering a game~ I said I could help, so what can I he-help you with Mx..?" Robo reasoned, discreetly asking for their name.

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The robot glares at the other, fist clenching as he gets in a fighting stance. He’s not here to play games he’s looking for Sonic! And if he’s going to get his way he will gladly get rid of him.

“I have no time for games”

His voice is eerily robotic, but it seems he’s selectively mute. This robot seems stubborn. Metal was built for action despite copying sonic too.

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I can smell your fear

"....WHAT..?"

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New Years For The Team

Somewhere in a private lounge of the Ozzie's club, the four ended up settling down for the time being, at first just Ozz wanting the three there safely, then deciding to discuss certain things while they were here, but quickly coming down to the four having casual drinks and just talking about whatever came to mind.

Far away from their worries, bloodthirsty angels or vengeful Imps. And moving forward from their pain, just comfortable in eachother's presence as a new year was coming, none of them commenting on how far they had come since becoming associates, just content and occasionally laughing. Be it from tales of Striker's exploits, Robo's wild stories and Chaz suggesting some non kosher ways to pass the time, all earning laughs and giggles together.

(Happy new years everyone! or at least soon, know in this rp fandom it can be a bit of an angsty time due to lore reasons like E day but I just wanted to do something nice and wholesome as a bit of self indulgence, hope your all well, open to starters and plotting as always, even if I can be a bit slow. Love you all!)

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Blade and Eiden were already at the carnival rides waiting for Chaz and Robo to get the tickets and everything they needed. Eiden looked at Blade as they waited. "Do you think they need help?"

The shark and Jester followed along shortly, wearing fun festive clothing that kept them warm luckily, Chaz waving the tickets as they walked up to the human and android,

"Okay got everything I think, what do you wanna do first guys?" Chaz asked, Robo leaning up against Blade before kissing him "Shame all the ri-rides involve just sitting a bit hu-huh?" The bot asked playfully chuckling, knowing how hyperactive both him and Blade could be.

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*Head crashes through the window, shattering it* Oo-Oooh! I'm great with kids! An-And I hate fire so I seem qualified enough! Hand the little fishy over.

(Hope your well mun!)

"M&M wanted a date night with just the two of them so they left me alone with the tater tot. I don't trust myself to not set the baby on fire sooo~ please help.."

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A North lands in the lap of the Robo Fizz.

The robot almost yelps at the sudden being in his lap, looking down to see the human, with a metal arm and a sword on his back, Robo raising a brow in curiosity "W-Well hello there! Wh-What're you doing in my lap, I doubt you paid for that."The clown teases, discreetly pulling the sword out a bit to check it, blessed, okay, that was interesting. What was this guy's game?

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HB S2 E8 ic comments (Spoilers if you haven't watched it yet!)

Striker

"Huh I didn't expect to feel for Blitz and his shitty blueblood, but this is hitting. Courting mages sucks doesn't it? Also under Ozz's jurisdiction now? That should be interesting, guess I can dig him for that shitty doodle of me he did, least I know I'm on his mind~"

Robo

"HAHAHA-HAHAHAHA!!! I know Ozz will be pissed how much a mess was made in his ring but 'fuck ar-around and find out!' as many say! Hell is for demons, stay out Angels! Or learn why people fear this place! Should be com-common sense but always good to see entitled bastards be-beaten to a pulp! Ozz the Lust ring is great!"

Chaz

"Um I am just glad I was not outside at the time of that fight, plus that Ozzie's didn't get messed up, I actually like working there to be honest. But man Moxxie and Millie kicked ass there, I would cheer them on if they'd let me cause dang..."

Ozzie

"...My ring has a collapsed building now, some likely dead, Fizz operated a fork lift, and now humans have a portal to hell and can send angels through with fucking mech suits... Satan damn it do I need to call an emergency meeting...? I'm half tempted to send Striker up to kill the lot of them but I can't cover this up, Mammon better just shut his trap cause I am not in the mood for his bs..."

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Your Muse As A Martini!

(Couldn't decide which muse to do, so doing all four XP)

Striker

Chaz

RoboFizz

Ozzie

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