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Ignition was very unsure of this. Ever since he and Jackal had found Dove, He had been more than willing to try and help them adjust to Burrowgatry. Even going through that terrifying encounter with that...Angel? That's what Dove had confirmed to them afterwards anyway. Ignition swore he had only ever heard tales from Murmur about Angels, he had never imagined them to be true. Then again, He was a baby bun, Of course he hadn't thought them to be real, or even accurate. At the moment he...

The decision had been a long time coming, for Damon at least. He loved his imps dearly, they tended to be his only companions for long stretches since he wasn't as social as most. Lately when he had been bringing Amon to work, The imp had taken a shine to one of his waitresses, Guinevere. Usually he was a very sleepy and relaxed imp, but he seemed to grow excited whenever the purple bun was around. Trotting behind her, clambering onto her, gliding up to her face. All things Amon usually never...

Ignition is NOT built for winter. Its not even that cold in the caverns during winter due to the proximity that they have to hell itself...but still, when you're used to one temperature? Another can seem cold very easily in comparison. The clothes he wears are most definitely never winter suited, he's considered fixing this previously but...he kind of likes his style. He likes it enough to freeze his tail off on some days anyway. His partners, of course, do not agree with him and try to shove...

Damon had returned to Divine'n'Demonic to pick up some little things, once again running into Momo instead of her daughter. Not that he minded, though he would never admit so out loud for a multitude of reasons. "I thought i recognised you from somewhere." She hummed softly and Damon raises an eyebrow with a light snort. "And where would that be, outside of your dreams, of course?" He asked, gaining him the rare Momo eye roll [tm] "The Crooked Bullet. 'bout, 20 years ago,...