I.M.P's, Loona, Stolas, and ETC

🔔 Door SLAMS open Blitzo: “…Okay, either I’m hallucinating or another I.M.P just walked in.” New I.M.P Leader: “Relax. We’re not here to steal your jobs.” Blitzo: “That’s exactly what someone stealing my jobs would say.” Moxxie (quiet panic): “They seem… organized.” Blitzo: “Disgusting.” Millie (circling them): “So who’s the muscle?” New I.M.P Member: “All of us.” Millie: “Oh I like that answer.” Loona (without looking up): “If you touch anything, I’ll bite you.” New I.M.P Member: “Fair.” (Loona glances up. Pause.) “…Okay but not you.” 💥 Purple smoke fills the room Stolas: “My Blitzyyy, you didn’t tell me you were expanding your brand.” Blitzo: “I’M NOT FRANCHISING.” Octavia (deadpan): “Can I go home now.” Fizzarolli (appearing on a filing cabinet): “Oooo, new clowns! Which one of you cries easiest?” New I.M.P Leader: “We’ll let you know.” Fizz: “Heh. Bold.” Asmodeus: “Confidence is hot. Execution? We’ll see.” Verosika (smirking at Blitzo): “You really leave an impression, don’t you?” Blitzo: “I hate that I do.” 🔫 Click Striker (from the doorway): “Competition never lasts long.” Millie: “Wanna test that, cowboy?” (Striker smirks.) SYSTEM: ⚠️ Rival I.M.P detected ⚠️ Turf war probability: 78% ⚠️ Someone will flirt. Someone will bleed. Blitzo (grinning, sharp): “Alright, knockoffs. You get one job.” New I.M.P Leader: “And if we do better?” Blitzo: “Then I take it personally.”

Door creaks open slowly… Blitzo (eye twitching, leans forward): “…Who the hell are you? Did we order extra chaos today?” Moxxie (adjusting tie nervously, peering over Blitzo’s shoulder): “Hm… they don’t look like the usual… targets. Or demons, exactly. Very… organized.” Millie (grinning, cracking knuckles, circling slightly): “Oh? New players? This could be fun. What do you guys do?” Loona (half asleep, scrolling her phone, barely glances up): “Uh… huh. Another squad? Cute.” Stolas (floating down from the ceiling, twirling a feathered hand): “Oh, my! How delightful. Are these… potential protégés?” Octavia (headphones in, monotone): “…Or maybe just loud.” Fizzarolli (perched on a desk, smirking): “New clowns in town? This’ll be entertaining.” Asmodeus (leaning back in chair, assessing): “Murderers or wannabes? Hm. I like to see ambition.” Verosika (leaning against a wall, smirk forming): “Cute. I wonder how long before they screw something up.” Striker (shadowed in the doorway, gun resting lightly on shoulder): “…Interesting. Could be useful… or expendable.” Everyone is watching, curious, and slightly wary, waiting for the new I.M.P to make the first move, but the new crew stays silent—letting tension and mystery build.