--Just another day--v1.16
Fixed a few errors,some text messages between loona and octavia, and bs that didn't make sense with how blitz gave loona the grimoire.
A/N
This is an experimental first attempt at a few ideas put together. I know there have been a few good loonaxoc stories pop up lately and they have a very good story design which I respect. I will be attempting to improve my own weaknesses with this so its gunna be altered quite a bit as time goes on.
Haven't written a story for 4 or more years so I can promise it won't be at the quality I want it to be, and there will be errors I have neglected to find even after skimming through it. I will be revising these chapters over time regardless, for all errors, plot holes or shit that doesn't make sense, which was probably written under the influence of alcohol or similar. Feel free to point out anything that seems worth noting.
I had plans to make this a lengthy slow burn friendship to something more but if people don't feel it, then I can redo it and just call this a sort of long winded one shot. Or i can revise what's already here if people think it's fixable.
Anyway, see what you think.
VVVVV
7:58 am Underworld Unknown apartment
Gilded morning rays of a molten blood hue shown through tattered blinds into a run down apartment window. Various articles of discarded clothing and empty alcohol bottles lay strewn across the floor and sparce furniture. In fact, you would have a tough time knowing a rug of death metal artwork existed underneath the mess.
Sprawled atop a roughed up mattress missing most of its bedding, lay a half naked young adult female. Fur, fangs, claws, and an impressive physique. Still dead to... well, the undead world.
A feared wolf-like creature of hell, but calling her anything other than her racial hellborn heritage, a hellhound would likely only fuel her fury. Known by her colleagues and few acquaintances for not giving a single damn about much of anything, having a short violent temper and sarcastic cynical attitude toward basically everything and everyone.
As well as keeping to herself with the majority of her focus, religiously going to her phone.
So as with any Thursday morning of the work week, the relaxing sound of staccato gunfire and explosions in the distance are the first signs that people are getting prepared for the day.
Just as her phones alarm begins blasting its heavy metal riff.., the snooze button is pushed with significantly more force than nessecary, making a failed first attempt to wake her.
What feels like a few seconds is actually about 10 minutes. As her phone is about to try its luck again, it's a few seconds too late as the room is shaken by fairly large blast a few blocks away.
Eyes of red sclera open sluggishly with little interest through her muddled awareness as to why her room is being shaken, particles of dust floating from the ceiling. She notices the light coming from the window and shortly after her phone makes its presence known, shrill cords of metal music playing in the background.
Slowing gaining recognition of her surroundings and the need to show up at work so to sustain her living situation. Much to her ire, and unmotivated apathetic views, she finally rises,stretching with a groaning yawn. Glancing at her phone a moment to see nothing of immediate interest, she makes her way from the bed to the bathroom to take a morning leak and briefly considers an overly hot shower or coffee with a healthy dose of headache medication. Wishing she could have all three at the same time makes her head hurt slightly, so painkillers and coffee it was.
After feeding her fluffy red hellcat, 'mitsu' and knocking around her purgatory made coffee maker to temporarily unfuck its fuckery, she finally finds time for a quicker shower than she had wanted. Fangs brushed, fur and makeup arranged in a mostly acceptable order, the majority of her morning routine was out of the way.
Grabbing a pair of keys off the kitchen table, she gives her favorite hell kitty a quick ear scratch goodbye, who responds with an appreciative purr. Giving him a final peck on the head she heads out the door locking it behind her.
Heading to the lower level parking garage she finds her close second most prized possession next to her phone and cat. Thankfully, having survived another day. At the sight of it, she can't fight the growing smirk as another small portion of her morning anguish subsides.
A mid 80s model Japanese sports car.
Yes, she had found a new interest in something to take her mind off the mundane bullshit other than metal music, emotionless sex, alcohol and social media.
The 80s and 90s tuner car culture, specifically Japan based. And fortunately for her, older models were easier to come by in her realm.
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A 1980s jdm edition 300zx turbo sports coupe. Having had a full restoration, freshly resprayed a murdered out deep piano black. Slightly lowered with a minimal body kit, methanol tune, rebuilt motor, transmission and turbo. All of which was a nessecity but the flip up head lights, which sealed the deal. Because 80s obviously.
A laundry list of all minor modifications would be too long to detail, but lets just say it wasn't often you see a car this flashy in hell.
It was part 21st birthday present and part working her ass off... taking nearly 3 years of saving to cover just half. But honestly it wouldn't have taken nearly that long if she hadn't kept blowing money on alcohol and smokes.
And with a flashy investment, comes need for an adequate insurance policy. A grade 3 performance stealth security package, including retractable micro auto turret. Two underneath the rear quarter panels and one small section under the hood ahead of the air intake scoop to deter theft and minor to moderate acts of vandalism.
A/N ""Think twisted metal or mad max but with significantly less fire power and hidden from plain sight.""
Now, of course it had other obvious perks and hidden features... but a legal sales pitch was required to prevent the automotive anti-theft security company from getting sued and shutdown..
-Cue yippie southern car salesman voice...-
'Are you tired of coming to find your precious automotive asset stolen, vandalized or just plain burnt to ash when you need it most?
Introducing the stealth 8vx protection package. You've never seen a fully invisible, covert automotive security system that can auto detect a threat of vandalism or theft from 5 to 15 yards away and turn its target to swiss cheese in less time than it takes for them to pull the trigger or toss that molotov cocktail. Forget being late to work, forget missing your kids soccer game and forget missing that next hot date.
If it fails to render your vehicles opposition less than breathless while allowing more than scuff to your immaculate paintjob, we'll refund the cost of your install and full cost of the insured vehicle!'
'Speed of voice over increased times 10'
'Distance of targeted threat may slightly impair system targeting accuracy 15 to 25 yards or 45 to 75 feet respectively, not responsible for accidental friendly fire for individuals not programed as trusted or innocent bystanders caught in collateral crossfire. System should only be armed when parked, arming system while operating vehicle at any speed may void warranty, wireless remote batteries sold separately'
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Smoking the tires, with a deep exhaust note shaking the parking garage, she tore off to her 'job' as the full time receptionist and sometimes part-time murder professional employee at the immediate murder professionals incorporated business building.
Her boss as well as adoptive dad known as 'blitzô' was currently already at work doing his usual businessy bullshit, involving phone calls to a homosexually charged weirdo, filing paperwork for moxxie to do for him, harassing his employees (moxxie) or watching very inappropriate nsfw videos of his two imp employees in his office. Oh and sometimes finding an actual client with an odd request for revenge every so often.
The said imp had changed his name to blitz, making the o silent because he thought it sounded cooler and generally wanted to confuse the shit out of everyone.
He was just finishing up a less than appropriate act during work hours while watching some new footage depicting certain two employees through their homes bedroom window.
As blitz made himself presentable, and though about what's next on the day agenda, he looked at the clock on his desk.
The time read 8:59am
He walked out to the main lounge area to check if everyone was present and accounted for, considering he was given no call in for absent employees, there should be two imps and one hellhound ready at their stations taking care of the assignments he planned for the day.
VVVVV
9:07am
As loona walked in the door she was immediately met with the voice of her dad- er,boss ranting about a new high end revenge client. But it didn't take long for blitz to start heckling moxxie over his and millies lack of creativity in bed.
Basically tuning them with music from her phone and checkng up on certain social media outlets. she was hoping the day would be over before it began...
9:29am-9:45am
Business logistics conference involving moxxie running numbers that no one paid attention too. She fell asleep when he started talking.
10:01am
She takes her first break from phone calls. Heading in to the kitchen to grab a late breakfast snack and smoke a cigarette out the window.
Luckily, no one had paid her much mind so far. Maybe she could get through half the day without someone-
Moxxie decided at that moment to walk into the kitchen to look for his avocado salad or something else that may have resembled it. She didn't acknowledge him, hoping he would ignore her.
He noticed her looking out the window on her phone, but had nothing to say since their hadn't been any reason to with her not antagonizing him lately. It had been suprisingly quiet most of the last week.
He finished what he was doing in the fridge and left with something other than avocado salad but equally nasty looking.
She breathed a small sigh, thankful for one less drama to endure.
11:35
Blitz was gathering his i.m.p. team in the main room to take down a fairly simple target for the previously mentioned revenge victim.
"Okay people, chop, chop were gonna be heading up in 5 minutes. Our targets destination is... Jacksonville Beach florida, high of 93, and balmy. I need my two main red murder squad front and center."
"Hey loony, this will be an easy in and out job so probably no more than 20, maybe 30 minutes, okay? Will you get the book ready for us?"
"Got it"
She went on to get in position ready to take care of the portal as per when they needed it opened.
When everyone else had arrived, blitz gave the go ahead.
"Alright sweetheart, we'll be back in time for lunch before you know it."
And they were top side.
Except for her.
'Sigh.'
She walked to a window over looking the city, lighting up a nic stick. Thinking over this mundane life she lived, how it seemed every other turn went from bad to hopeful to worse and then the blandness of adapting to the change.
She knew why her dad was so over protective but she hated being treated like a child.
This was part of the reason she had such shit work ethic. What was the point in getting motivated if she was constantly being held back.
'I wonder if thats why he helped me get the car, to distract me. He knows how I wouldn't mind being included in a few of the target runs'
'But I'm almost 22, this is getting ridiculous, I can't be stuck answering a fucking desk phone forever.'
While loona was contemplating her depressing future, her personal phone buzzed.
'New message from octavia ;3'
Vi - Hey luuns, what's up?
Loona - Hey vi, glad you decided to check in. Its been a few. Not much time to check up on your girl since you started your art career.
Vi - Sorry about that, its been so chaotic since I've started my college art school orientations... but anyway, something else has been taking my time up aswell.
Loona - Such as?
Vi - Been meeting some cool people and I was invited to an upcoming party...
Loona - Well it's good to hear your having fun. But don't get too carried away at some drunkfest full of sleezy shitheads.
Vi - It's been a nice change from the usual Prozac fuckery at home. And excuse me if I'm wrong but I thought you were all about the party life? What's with the negativity?
Loona - Hypocritical I know. I just don't want you to make the same mistakes I did. Nothing wrong with living a little, but don't lose yourself in it. Sorry for being an overbearing sister.
Vi - No, your not, I hear you and I'll keep it in mind, thanks loona.
Vi - Well I got to go, we'll talk later lns ;3
Loona - Ttyl ;3
She hoped her warning would stick. Octavia was like a sister to her and she didn't want her to experience even a small fraction of her trauma.
She went back to her desk laptop and started looking up what ever new mildy entertaining shit was available in the helltube pipeline.
She was vaguely aware it had been over 20 minutes since the gang had left. She wasnt worried...
11:57am
1 call was what she got all morning. And it wasn't even work, it was for blitz. stolas was wondering if blitz was available to talk, he missed his quality time a few days ago. She told him he was out on a mission and she would have him call back.
She texted blitz wondering where they were and he replied they were on almost ready for extraction and the hit took slightly longer because of a few technical inconsistencies but they improvised.
Once they were back, they took 30 for lunch and moxxie wouldn't stop nagging about senseless bullshit involving the target which caused loona to fall back into a pissed off mood and avoid them until she got to head home.
4:55pm
The rest of the day was mostly uneventful with a few calls from telemarketers and bill collectors, she told them to go fuck themselves and hung up.
5:01
"Hey loony, before you leave, you mind taking the grimoire home with you tonight? I can't be bothered to look after it any more, having forgotten it so many times. Im probably just going to have you hold onto from now on unless you don't want to.
"Ugh, fuck blitz.. I guess so, but don't expect me to do this for that long, let alone permanently. I'll probably end up losing the damn thing all together being expected to bring it with me every morning."
"Yeah just a few nights at least, maybe a weekend? I need a break. Goodnight loony, thanks again. See ya tomorrow!"
"yeah I guess, Later blitz"
A moment later she was out the door and blazing a smokey trail home.
VVVVV
5:14 Loonas Apartment
After loona arrived home, she greeted her cat who was anxiously awaiting her return home.
"Aw, hey mitsuuu, did some kitty miss momma?" Scratching behind his ears and under his chin.
While loona loved on her little hellcat, she set the grimoire on her living room coffee table. She then Went to the fridge to grab the first bottle she could find. Which was a fifth of dry gin. She went to couch, lit a cigarette and took a healthy swig.
She looked at her phone and updated a few posts on instaburn, nothing out of the ordinary. Octavia was still showing up inactive 5 hours ago so that was still a no go.
She heavily sighed and put her phone down and took another shot. Fleeting memories appeared of her and octavia, meeting for the first time, becoming friends, confiding in one another over lifes up and down bullshit and sharing their darker secrets.
They came and went in the short space of a year. And as soon as her father had made plans for her to go to colleges for the arts, she was sent off to attend week-long orientation seminars.
This had been going on for months now. It felt like she lost her only close friend. She knew octavia was not at fault, she deserved the chance to go out and meet new people in a fresh environment. It had been one of the few things her and her dad had agreed on. A chance to explore different art careers and a chance to meet new people in a controlled environment. Even though octavia was a princess, she still had aspirations to express her creativity, and her father agreed to allow this freedom.
While loona was about to take another shot of gin in the midst of a memory, Mitsu jumped up onto her lap with one of his zombie mice chew toys, begging for her attention.
Loona wasn't thrilled to be interrupted out of past reminiscing. She looked at mitsu with a nonplussed expression.
"What am I gunna do with you Mits, come on, gimme the stupid thing."
She good naturedly chastised her kitten and lightly teased the hellcat with the cat toy, in her drunken stupor tossed the cat toy right on top of her dad's grimoire.
As if in slow motion, loona watched her beloved cat switch into instinctual predatory mode and like a magnet he pounced onto the book, causing both mitsu and the book to comicaly slide from the tabletop and onto the floor in a wooshing heap.
"Oh shit, mits, you good?"
All happening within the short span of seconds, she watched a smaller than normal portal form and open right infront of her glass coffee table.
"Oh fuck no.., no.. no.. nooo.."
Her poor cat was perfectly lined up to fall through the dimensional rift, as well as the book which had opened the portal. Said portal could have gone anywhere in the world, or possibly to the last place that blitz used it which would have been somewhere in South florida. Hopefully it was the latter.
She immediately had to make a decision, no time to tell anyone and especially not blitz, even if she wanted to which she wouldn't as she would never hear the end of it. She made her choice. She rolled her eyes and gave and exasperated sigh and grabbed her phone. 'Damnit mitsu, ugh, I can't even blame you for my own fuck up.'
"Grr... Hold on you little fucker I'm coming."
She jumped in after him, hoping it wasn't north korea, because THAT might be an actual challenge.