@thelunaroffice.bsky.social
Grade 3 Fixer office specialising in asassination and reconnaissance. ❄️ - Giovanni 💠 - Azael 🛡 - Clive 🟣 - Joseph 🔥 - Allister Come visit our strawpage: https://lunaroffice.straw.page/ //PMSky parody account ran by @ghostgirldellie.bsky.social
❄️ Well, I'm gonna rest up too, goodnight you two.
💠 Goodnight, sir!
🛡 [Nods, before walking off.]
boss, just make sure to also rest up, yeah? We all know we all need some time after this.
🟣 [Barely conscious.] I don't wanna hear anythin' 'bout time after this. Allie, c'mere I want hugs.
🔥 Heh, fine. [Gets onto the couch and cuddles up to Joseph, both falling asleep quickly.]
💠 Heh, fair.
/was/ inevitable that they'd target us given Azael making use of their technology, eh?
❄️ Mh, fair. And being Grade 3, yeah, definitely out of our element. Quite a few Ahn short too...
💠 Mhm... You guy's rest up, yeah? I gotta get back to checking up on everyone, been gone for too long.
🔥 'Kay,
[The 5 members of the Office walk into the building, all looking somewhat roughened up and exhausted, Joseph even passing out immediately as he sat down on their couch in the centre room.]
💠 Augh... that was... something...
❄️ Mhm... that was... unnecessarily long.
🛡 T Corp. is just like that, it
🖕
...so we're just forgetting what you tried to do to me?
message and hitting send.]
Please get this in time...
[Various monitors flicker to life within the Office, showing a feed of the distortion.]
💠 ...what is she doing? Who are those tw-
...oh no she can't be-
Carmesí just fought them... the rest of the Workshop are in no shape...
! CHESHYRE!
[Azael scrambles for their phone, hastily typing out a
Lets see how little I have to try to get popular.
the distortion using his strings.]
❄️ [Narrowly dodges the attack using his strings, yet his hand is caught by it, severing it instantly. The wound is covered by a high amount of strings and he reholsters his rifle.]
Agh...-
...well, this seems like no better time to retreat...
Arrivederci, capitana.
[With that, he zips away from
quickest way possible.
You never actually confront them.
❄️ You were right the first time. This is merely your wants, not hers.
You use that as an excuse. You deflect and pin the blame on everything but yourself, and you hide away once you cannot do that.
You're a coward, truly, in your own way. Never facing your problems, only removing them in the
all this?
❄️ Fair, but that doesn't change the fact that if we merely changed the order in which we visited that Plague Doctor, *you* could have been the one to kill her.
...I didn't want to kill her, or anyone else, even with Magic Bullet I made sure people got out of the way.
...why? What's the point in
❄️ ...that's it? Not some... avenge? Or... catharsis? This is just entertainment for you?
❄️ And what would *that* do?
❄️ I didn't want to. It wasn't even my body anymore, I was practically dead.
❄️ [They rip the gun out of the distortion.]
Asshole.
❄️ [He moves enough matter from his mouth to speak.]
Then stop trying to kill me.
❄️ [The trigger is pulled, hitting a slight bit closer to the center of the core yet still sheering it.]
❄️ ... [Multiple string weave through the goo and wrap around the trigger.]
Shall we see if I can?
🟣 WHAT IN THE NINE CIRCLES OF FUCK IS GOING ON!? HOW AM I ALIVE????
AND WHY AM I COVERED IN STRING?
...wait, wait holy shit hold on-
🔥 Hm, this could be good.
❄️ No, it's mine, you're not having it.
❄️ [More strings wrap around the gun, ripping it out of the distortions grasp. He recenters his aim, and shoots. It never misses its target, yet it only sheers the core of the distortion, not piercing it.]
I do not want to kill you. Please, cease this.
❄️ Haahh... Guess we're doing this the hard then.
Honestly, not sure why I even did *that.*
[He uses his strings to gain distance from the distortion, while unsheathing the rifle from his back.]
A bullet that never misses... a Magic Bullet that remained faithful to me before my distortion...
❄️ Alright. Fine by me. [He hold up a hand and points it forwards, several pale strings piercing the abnormality, holding it in place.]
❄️ How unsurprising, some things really do never change...
❄️ Hm... so, what now? What idea do you have in killing me?
❄️ Hahh... [A few strings are summoned from his hand and wrap around the base of the wing, growing tighter until it snaps off. He picks it up and throws it at the distortion.]
Here...