#Anyways we're back! And so are Azul and Blizzard!

[ask-the-bizarros]

Blizzard readjusted the vengestone cuffs fastened tightly around his wrists, as he leaned against the bars of his shared cell with Azul. The cuffs had begun to spread a discomforting chill through the false nindroid, filling him with an odd desperation he simply couldn’t place. An itch to tear the power sucking metal off of his wrists. 

“I cannot understand how you managed to wear this material for as long as you have, Azul” Despite his discomfort, his tone was cool, as he looked over to the brunet bizarro. “It’s uncomfortable at the least, nauseating and painful at the most. We are not meant to-“

“I know…I know” Azul sighed, sitting up from his bed, scratching at his head absently. His hair was messier than usual, bags heavy under his eyes from sleeplessness instigated by anxiety. “You don’t have to say it again, Bliz….I just...I-I didn’t want anyone to get hurt by my element…you know how unruly it is...” 

…… The icy bizarro simply nodded, rubbing a spot on his arm, where darks webs resembling electric burns were covered by an orange shirt sleeve. A memory from a time when they were agents of the darkness. 

“I am aware…” ….. “Do...do you think Cole left house arrest…to break us out..?” 

Blizzard shrugged, in response, looking back outside as he thought back to their interrogation a few days prior. “I do not know...”

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Daemon wasn’t exactly subtle about his intentions to shield Cryptor from Ronin, as he stepped directly in front of the nindroid the second Ronin and Cole approached, red eyes glowing fiercely as they burned into whatever remained of the thief’s soul. 

The nindroid gently placed a hand on the man’s shoulder, a more subtle request for him to calm down. 

Daemon exhaling was the only sign that he’d listened, as he shoved his hands into his pockets to rock lightly on his heels.  ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “Ya look-a-like doesn’ seem to happy, Cole” 

Ronin looked over at the earth ninja with a smirk, as they walked away from their car and towards their newest teammates. 

Cole’s response was a simple hum, before he froze at the sight of the nindroid with Daemon. His eyes widened, mind racing with questions and doubts.

Was that..?

It couldn’t be…

Beside him, Ronin chuckled, smirk growing to a small, somewhat nervous grin, as he realized why Daemon’s glare was fixed on him and him alone, “Well whadya know, Scrap survived”