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@alteregozowie
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Did he just hear what he thought he heard from the radio? What kind of advertisement -
@sacredsinners
Alastor jolted, practically falling off the couch in a tangle of cloth, very nearly revealing if he hadn't struggled to pull the shirt back over him as immediate as he could. He rubbed at his knee, whirling his head to the spider.
"Angel!! You're going to get yourself killed doing that! You startled me." He must have left the tower latch door unlocked again. "What are you doing in here anyways?"
Laughter fills the tower, Angel looking down at the fallen man with a glittering look of amusement. Ha, Alastor should see his face right now! It was priceless.
Lifting one of his hands, he swipes at his eyes, wiping away joyful tears. This was definitely going in his memory bank.
"It'd be a good ass way t' die." He remarks when the laughs have mostly, but not entirely, faded away. "Anyways, ya door was open. Ya don't usually do that, so I thought, 'why th' fuck not see what kinda weird freak shit ya got up here?' Ya gotta have at least one incriminating thing."
The incriminating thing happening to be the one time Alastor had a different outfit on. More revealing than intended for prying eyes. He sighed. He'd let Angel have his laugh, not that he could do much about it anyways. He left that door unlocked more than he thought, but he wouldn't say it out loud.
"It's where I have my radio equipment, Angel. Maybe some of my trophies from when I killed Overlords. A couch. Maybe a bloodstain or two." And clutter, don't forget the clutter. Not to mention his treasured possessions. Much different from his suite downstairs. "Not much in the way of incriminating evidence, Detective Dust."
" I'll tell the story of how I got it. But I'm sure as shit ain't sharing the vodka with you. " Husk was already pouring himself a shot of the aforementioned vodka and keeping the bottle close to him. " Yes someone died when I was working to get this particular vodka. It was before we even met Alastor. "
@alteregozowie x
"Oh come now, Huskerrrr," he whined his static. "I just want to try it! I don't even like vodka like that! Just let me try it, then pour me a glass of whiskey."
He did tilt his head, curiously. "Before we met? Oh this has to be good. I want to hear it, do tell! Do tell!" Alastor's ears were twitching, he loved a good tale - a reminiscent of the past.
"Sometimes, considering I'm supposed to be alone in my room, Vox," he sighed. Of all the people to barge in on him, it had to be him. The one he had complications about. "It's comfortable - my tower is difficult to get into!" With much chagrin, folding his arms with a furrowed brow. "....When I remember to lock the door!"
There's a moment of delusion that enters Vox's mind. So overpowering that it makes him briefly stupid. "Well, I'll take it that you forgetting to lock the door is an invitation."
Another step forward, and he's close enough to pinch at the fabric that's not leaving much to the imagination. "Go on, admit it, Al. You want some company right now, don't you?"
Alastor was about to protest on the audacity of that statement - invitation indeed! Who did he take him for? Some hussy? He opened his mouth to give that man a piece of his mind -
- when Vox stepped forward, a claw just barely gripping at his shirt, silencing any of those qualms he was about to start. A display of power the Radio Demon wasn't expecting. He froze there, his face turning scarlet. Probably answering the question.
"You are such a jerk, you know that?" Alastor huffed, but he didn't move. But he would dodge that question outright. "But I guess since you're here, you have to have a cigarette on you, I could use one." Answering the question without answering it. The true Radio Demon way.
@gcxingsuprnva
When Alastor turned around, having gotten off the couch with a yawn, he was standing in front of Vox. How did he not hear him come in?
"Goodness, Vincent, you startled the fuck out of me," that was a rather intense look he had there. "Knock or something next time. Vincent? Earth to Vincent? My eyes are up here, darling."
God, he hopes Alastor can't see how his entire body is practically quivering with want right now. Or the way he appears to be sniffing a little too intensely. Or the way he immediately fucking averts his eyes when Alastor calls attention to it, even if they dart back a split second later. "Ahah. Yeah. Your eyes up here, got it. I, uh. Whew. Hot in here or is it just y--me. Just me."
A forced laugh. "Right. Uh. Just wanted to check if you were. Okay or something, I....wanna put my face between your boobs so fucking badly right now, oh my god. I MEAN. Ignore that last part. Heat's getting to me. Ahah." In more ways than one, it seems. "I'm just gonna go back to my room now. And fucking kill myself."
There was a few moments of hesitation, as if his feedback were trying to find a radio station to land on. Not saying a word at first, processing the information he was just given. Blinking. Wrapping his head around the conversation.
Did he just say he wanted to -
He talked so fast he probably misheard.
"Vincent? Are...you okay?" He wondered if Vox overheated in this weather, much like a regular piece of equipment, the poor dear. "It's nice and cool in here, maybe you should lie down on the couch for a moment. I have my own thermostat in here, I can turn it down a little. I can put on some music to help you relax!" He pats the couch. "Rest awhile!"
@stardustmcde
"My eyes are up here, old pal," Alastor huffed, but not without some amusement. It was fun to tease, afterall. "What are you doing in here? Was there an outlet I forgot to cover?"
That seemed to snap Vox out of his rather lewd thoughts. What was he doing here? "I think I had a reason, but I forgot it..." Surely it was important. "But, ha, guess your place isn't that hard to get into..."
He steps forward. "So, you always dress like that when you're alone?"
"Sometimes, considering I'm supposed to be alone in my room, Vox," he sighed. Of all the people to barge in on him, it had to be him. The one he had complications about. "It's comfortable - my tower is difficult to get into!" With much chagrin, folding his arms with a furrowed brow. "....When I remember to lock the door!"
" Нет! I'm not sharing this Kauffman vodka with you. Do you know what I had to do for this bottle? " Husk
"Ooh, I love stories! Did someone die?" But Husk had to know that he was about to ask him anyways. "I think you should tell it over a couple of glasses in toast to your victory." Alastor doesn't even know if that was the case, he just wanted to try it. "Come now, Husker, let's try it!"
Okay. He definitely wasn't expecting that. Not at all. The blush to his face hit him first. Hartfelt calling him out like that. The nerve! The audacity! The -
The shamelessness.
"What.....do you mean by that?" Testing the waters. He knew that tone. "Are you willing to?"
Hartfelt was tempted to laugh at how quickly he was able to turn the tides on the other's attitude. So transparent was he! But he managed to stifle it, knowing that it might spook his doppelganger more than anything if he were to make it seem a mocking response to give.
"Willing to what?" He asked, as though perfectly innocent, even if he knew full well what the implication was.
"State it plainly."
Hartfelt was going to make him say it outright, wasn't he? That conniving bastard, he knew him too well by now. Not that he shouldn't, they were very similar, after all. He knew damn well what he wanted - what he meant. He put his arms behind his back, tilting his head to the side a little, all attitude in demeanor.
"You know what," he started, but stopped himself from going further. Time to swallow his pride. It was only the two of them, they've shared intimate moments before. So with only a shred of confidence about it, he all but blurted it out. "......To spank me."
@gcxingsuprnva
When Alastor turned around, having gotten off the couch with a yawn, he was standing in front of Vox. How did he not hear him come in?
"Goodness, Vincent, you startled the fuck out of me," that was a rather intense look he had there. "Knock or something next time. Vincent? Earth to Vincent? My eyes are up here, darling."
@sacredsinners
Alastor jolted, practically falling off the couch in a tangle of cloth, very nearly revealing if he hadn't struggled to pull the shirt back over him as immediate as he could. He rubbed at his knee, whirling his head to the spider.
"Angel!! You're going to get yourself killed doing that! You startled me." He must have left the tower latch door unlocked again. "What are you doing in here anyways?"
@stardustmcde
"My eyes are up here, old pal," Alastor huffed, but not without some amusement. It was fun to tease, afterall. "What are you doing in here? Was there an outlet I forgot to cover?"
Madcap Descent: (Before Hotel, After Contract)
@hells-hazbins ft. Husk
They just kept coming.
Leftovers from the last Overlord he broadcasted had some residual loyalists, and while normally Alastor could take care of the situation tying up these loose ends, it seemed it was more than he bargained for.
Luckily, Husker was with him, the ex-Overlord proving to be very valuable indeed, carrying his own against the onslaught of Sinners. Since acquiring his soul, Alastor had gotten to know him rather well for about a year or so - that fast already? The Radio Demon dragging him into any folly he could come up with, and the winged cat-like Sinner wasn't really afraid to speak his mind about it - even at the the cost of Alastor's volitile temper.
Alastor wouldn't be able to maintain the embodiment of the eldritch being in front of them all for much longer, that feedback already becoming increasingly loud, his mind getting hazy with the voices it carried. It was exhausting him, and that paved the way to becoming sloppy.
Where was Husker? He couldn't find him in the crowd. He swung his head to look, using his massive elongated claws to push up, crushing some of the demons underneath. He saw the glint of metal too late in his peripheral, and by the time he turned, the gunshot rang true, striking him in the shoulder with a force that even the Radio Demon was taken aback. He felt that bullet burning inside - angelic steel. He cried out in agony, the screech of static, the horror that resembled the cry of an elk, and he couldn't hold form anymore.
But a transformation while he had been scaling a building was not the most ideal, and the next thing he knew, he was plummeting to the ground below.
♤♡◇♧
"We got 'em, boss," the Envy demon hissed, the large shark-featured Sinner next to it staring at the scene below. Revenge. He was after revenge.
And he would have it.
"Excellent," he rumbled, the infestor demon darting to his flank. "Make sure you chase them into the tunnels, Caruso, then I leave it to you to....take care of the rest. I want them broken. Bleeding. A shell of what they once were. Like the Radio Demon left my father." He clenched his fist.
"You won't be disappointed, sir," it grinned. Those barracuda like jaws full of teeth, the shiny orbs for eyes held a dangerous mischievousness about him. "I'll take good care of our guests. Good care of them indeed." And he was enveloped in a black sludge, disappearing into the ground.
@sodoffyabuggers
Well that definitely woke him up! And before he could whirl around in big scary Radio Demon fashion, he realized whom the culprit was - Worth.
"Worth! You startled me!" He moved the neck of the large shirt back over his shoulder, only for it to drape away from it again. "I could have made you my next broadcast, you silly man. Did I leave the latch door open again?" Not that it mattered, his tail was wagging underneath that shirt, subtly happy to see him. "Have you come to join me? I was going to put on some tunes and have a cigarette."
Since it's been so warm in Hell, he's taken to being in his radio tower under the air conditioning, currently waking up from a little nap he had on the couch. Wearing nothing but a long oversized shirt. With nothing underneath it either.
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@littledollv
How the Radio Demon let himself be talked into this was beyond him. The Hotel must be wearing on him - the almost unanimous decision of that merry band of misfits, including Husk and Niffty, had all but voted him five to one. Baxter, of all people, was the only one against it.
But they needed to get Angel Dust back somehow, he supposed, and what better way to do that?
Get to one of the Vees.
And niether one looked happy to see one another, especially if he also served as her blind date. What a plan. He rolled his eyes at the thought and sipped his coffee, reading a newspaper at the little café near the Entertainment District.
"I'm just as surprised as you are, dollface. Just sit down, would you? It's so unbecoming when you start to make a scene."
