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The three made their way back to the other side of town, having killed about two and half hours of the day on their little adventure. Valentines’ lunch rush had completely died down by the time they made it back, currently only being occupied by its staff and that weird long haired business dude. The three sat down in Charlie and Vaggie’susual booth, Anthony power walking over to them. “Blitz, man, what the f*ck?” He hissed through gritted teeth, “You just left, Val’s gonna f*ckin kill ya!” “I thought you quit?” Charlie looked to Blitz who was fidgeting with a fork. “Well… I’m gonna quit, I didn’t get a chance to do it yet.” Blitz mumbled. “Is that so?” They all heard a grim voice from behind Anthony. The four all slowly turned to see the tall latin man grimacing at Blitz. Valentino pursed his lips, sucked in a breath and then just shrugged. “You know if you were going to quit you could have told me before the lunch rush.” Val turned and walked away shaking his head muttering “Maldita sea..” under his breath. “Well that went well.” Charlie smiled, clearly sweating. She reached into the breast pocket of her suit jacket and pulled out a PDA, flicking through it with the stylus. “So… That’s the witches and Mr. Scratch off the list. Vaggie, you have the payments written down “W-Wait what?” Anthony shook his head and leaned on the table. “A hundred bucks!? For what? “And an old dude.” Blitz added leaning back with a smug look on his face. “Not bad for what two hours of work?” “They’re not all going to be that easy Blitz.” Charlie said as she put her PDA away and folded her hands on the table. “The rest will be a little more involved… and some more so than that.” Blitz waved his hand dismissively. “Eh don’t worry, me and Tony here got it covered.” “Where did this f*ckin Tony sh*t come from?” “So is that going to be cash or check?” Blitz asked, ignoring Anthony. “We’ll have a check sent to your home within the next to two days.”
“It was a pleasure working with you Blitz… but I think we’ll be sitting out on your investigations from here on. Buuuut, don’t hesitate to contact me if you need any information or help with anything.” Charlie smiled, reaching her hand across the table.
Blitz shook her hand and nodded. “Yeah, you’re pretty alright for the mayor's daughter, you’re cool too Vag.”
“Don’t call me that.”
Vaggieshot back immediately.Blitz ignored her and got up from the table. “Now if you’ll excuse me I gotta look over all this sh*t.” He slid the binder under his arm and waved as he left. “Seeya at home suckers!”
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“So… why exactly are you following us home?” Moxxie asked the taller Italian who had been following him and his fiancee since the three got off their shift.
“Blitz told me ta, said we needed
ta workda wholeIMP thing.” Anthony shrugged as he scrolled through his phone. He stopped as he looked up to see weird lights flashing from the windows of Moxxie’s house. “Uuuuh… think he’s throwin a party?”Moxxie practically snapped his neck as he whipped his head around to see the lights. He broke out into a dead sprint, and burst through the front door. “Blitz I swear to go-...” Moxxie froze in the doorway, the other two slamming into his back and freezing as they saw what was going on.
Blitz was sat… well was floating, in the middle of the living room. The grimoire floating in front of him, a lightshow of magic swirling around them. Moxxie
staredon in a paralyzing mix of fear and wonder, then caught the sight of a figure standing next to Blitz. A tall thin man with his hand on Blitz’s shoulder. Both the man and Blitz’s eyes were glowing red as they seemed to be lost in some sort of magical trance.Millie was the first one to run in, skidding to a halt before the swirling magic. She reached her hand out to it and dipped it into the vortex. A numbing sensation shot up her arm as she pushed further in to reach for the book. The thin man realized this and looked down at her, Millie looked back with pleading fear in her eyes. She recognized it was Stolas and Stolas recognized her fearful look. He took his hand off Blitz and slammed the book shut.
The vortex of magic dispersed and fizzled out. Blitz’s eyes went back to normal and he looked around confused before gravity took over and he fell to the floor with a loud thud. Moxxie and Anthony ran over, Moxxie checking over his fiancee’s arm and Anthony sitting up the still conscious Blitz.
“Blitz what the f*ck!” Moxxie practically snarled at his disorientated housemate.
“Agh, jeez Mox, can you quiet down.” Blitz groaned, putting his hands over his ears. “That gave me a f*cking headache.”
“I told you to keep this f*cking satanic bullsh*t out-”
“Moxxie!” Millie cut the angry little Italian off. “Blitz you shouldn’t be messin with this stuff, it could be dangerous.”
“I was helping him.” The four shot their attention over to the still very
much there presenceof Stolas. “Apologies for the scare, Blitz was just curious about the magic and-”“Back off you!” Moxxie shrieked in a wavering voice holding out the crucifix necklace that he had started wearing. The lavender hued spirit let out a shocked hoot as he was pushed back, his image started to go fuzzy.
“Moxxie quit it, that's Stolas!” Millie grabbed Moxxie’s arm and pulled it back.
“Oh yeah, shorty never saw him did he?” Anthony rubbed his chin as he muttered aloud.
“Ugh… christ…” Moxxie gave an exasperated sigh as he rubbed his temples.
“Again… I apologize, Blitz was curious about the magic in the grimoire and I offered to help him. I see now that we probably should have informed you beforehand.” Stolas explained, shrinking back a bit in fear at what else the angry little catholic man could do.
“”Hey no!” Blitz scrambled to his feet and got between Stolas and Moxxie, ignoring Millie who was frantically shaking her head. “Don’t you f*cking apologize Stolas, cuz I’m not sorry.”
“I told you I didn’t want that satanic sh*t in my house Blitz!”
“Um… actually witch magic isn’t satanic, that’s a lie perpetuated by the church…” Stolas piped in as he popped up behind Blitz, his form starting to fade off.
“Satanic, wiccan, I don’t care if it’s f*cking Voodoo I don’t want any of this magic sh*t going on in here!” Moxxie stomped forward, quite literally putting his foot down.
“Fine, I’ll do it somewhere else but you’re not stopping me if I actually want to learn this sh*t.” Blitz returned with a stomp forward.
“You don’t learn it here, you don’t do it here, got it? I want nothing to do with your paranormal bullsh*t Blitz.” Moxxie stomped forward again.
“Fine but I’m still running my business out of here.” Blitz stomped forward again, the two’s faces now inches away from each other.
“Think they’re gonna start makin out?” Anthony whispered to Millie.
“I don’t know but they need to.” Millie grumbled back, crossing her arms. She walked up and stomped her heavy booted foot on both of the bickering boys’ feet. “Both of ya need to cool it.”
The two yowled and jumped back holding their stinging feet as they hopped about. “Jeez! Fine, fine, Sorry.” Blitz hissed as he fell on the couch making sure his foot wasn’t broken. “Just… cmon Mox, I finally found something I wanna do with my life. You know I always wanted to own my own company.”
“Yeah…” Moxxie grumbled as he fell next to Blitz. “Didn’t think it would be handling this kind of stuff though.”
“Me neither…” Blitz sighed and relaxed back, breathing out the tension in his body. “But hey, this can be promising, I got a big job lined up, I could be famous like all those big time ghost hunters.”
“Like that Vox dude right?” Anthony joined them on the couch, followed by the wispy fading image of Stolas as Millie headed off to the kitchen to pop popcorn.
“Yeah! Man that dudes f*ckin great.” Blitz nodded and grabbed the tv remote to see if his show was on. Much to Moxxie’s dismay it was.
“You know he fakes like… all of this sh*t right?” Moxxie said, watching the
twunkon the tv yell at ghosts in his tight ‘goth’ tshirt.“I used to suspect it, but after everything I’ve seen, this guy is legit as f*ck!” Blitz chuckled.
“Still seems fake…” Moxxie mumbled, rolling his eyes as Vox took his shirt off to show off his various tattoos to a ghost… and show off his chiseled abs to the viewer.
“Fake or not, those pecs are definitely real.” Anthony purred, swiping a handful of popcorn from Millie as she sat down with a big bowl of the buttery snack.
The whole goofy family squished together on the couch, watching some dude bro hunt ghosts and relaxing together. Just four young twenty somethings and their funky phantom friend.
