Ask Salem's Hex Master

The page of Salem's very own hex master, the romantic and comedic Alistair Saluja!

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Peeping Tom

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“Well, your reputation may be shit, but I could get you hung.” Apoctol spat, crossing his arms. “I cannot tell you what I want from him all I can tell you is I need a way to blackmail him. We’re all Coven members, yes? Where does he tend to linger around most? Does he have any loved ones in this town?” Apoctol asked before thinking and smirking. “Oh, and I can use you- and your emotional hexes. Do be mindful, you’re at my beck-and-call. Consider yourself my loyal hound.”

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"You're asking the wrong person. I don't really know him enough to know all of that. In any case, just remember, amnesia curses aren't hard to make." He turned, and headed inside. "-at my beck-and-call", huh? Talk about role reversal. He thought. Alistair snapped back to reality, but couldnt shake the feeling of familiarity with the man. As if he'd reminded him of someone, but couldn't figure out who.

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Peeping Tom

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“Delete photos of me and anyone else- who the bloody Hell do you think you are?” Apoctol asked, narrowing his eyes. This man thought he could push him around? Perhaps because of height difference, perhaps because he was dressed all ‘proper’, but he didn’t give a shit though. “Oh, I can’t do that. See, I’m a bit of a Blackmailer- as you can tell, and if you even slightly try to screw me over or push me around, I’ll just show everyone these pictures. Perhaps, I’ll even force into the effects of a truth potion, and you’ll waddle into the middle of Town blurting out your role. Oh, Mr. Bloody Wank, I’m so concerned, I’m so worried! Yeah, sure, I was being sarcastic. Test me, please, I haven’t ruined anyone in a while.” He sneered.

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“I could just bloody kill you.” Apoctol snapped, very quickly running out of patience. This man really tried every little loop hole to try to survive, doesn’t he? Disgusting plagued rat.

“Cut the crap. I have material you wouldn’t want shown out in public. If you fuck me over, I’ll just show everyone these pictures, and maybe even do something to Vulture you wouldn’t like.” He tilted his head, eyes narrowing as he laughed. “Let me make this clear; there’s a man I need to be examined- kept a close eye on. I don’t trust the shit- and I feel like he’s a danger to me and my cause. Have you ever heard of a man named Nico Edgeworth?” He asked.

“See, I need dirt on everyone, to pull strings. I need to be able to defend myself and the only person I hold dear in this Godforsaken town.”

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“As for the photos, to be honest, my reputation here is already pretty bad. I doubt you could do anything worse. And yes, I do know Nico, but its not like we talk much. If anything, What could you possibly want with him?”

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Peeping Tom

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“Delete photos of me and anyone else- who the bloody Hell do you think you are?” Apoctol asked, narrowing his eyes. This man thought he could push him around? Perhaps because of height difference, perhaps because he was dressed all ‘proper’, but he didn’t give a shit though. “Oh, I can’t do that. See, I’m a bit of a Blackmailer- as you can tell, and if you even slightly try to screw me over or push me around, I’ll just show everyone these pictures. Perhaps, I’ll even force into the effects of a truth potion, and you’ll waddle into the middle of Town blurting out your role. Oh, Mr. Bloody Wank, I’m so concerned, I’m so worried! Yeah, sure, I was being sarcastic. Test me, please, I haven’t ruined anyone in a while.” He sneered.

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“Or, I could place a guilt hex on you, forcing you to try to amend your mistakes by destroying all of the photos, as well as your camera. But, I can tell you enjoy doing this. Perhaps we can come to a compromise instead? One that meets both of our interests?” 

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Peeping Tom

Late at night, at Alistair’s house, Alistair was having private time in the privacy of his own home. But, he felt that something was off. He looked in his peripheral vision, and saw someone standing at his bedroom window, with a camera. He thought to himself, “What in the-OH GOD!” He tried to keep his cool, so he calmly stopped, and decided to confront his stalker under the guise of taking a walk. He walked outside, and began walking the opposite way. Out of view, he ran around his home. He saw the man looking around, and creeped up to him. Finally behind him, he tapped him on the shoulder and said, “Excuse me? What the hell are you doing?!”

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Apoctol wasn’t necessarily too.. amused that this man came up and scared the shit out of him. He wasn’t too amused, either, that he was caught taking pictures. Adjusting his camera reel, he smirked and laughed at Alistair, tilting his head. “Me? Oh, just taking pictures of some disgusting activities so I can blackmail you.. and what were you doing, Mr. Bloody-Wank?” He teased. Oh, man. This Hex Master would be delightful to have working under him, especially since he seemed acquainted with Vulture.

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“Well..., I was having some moments of privacy, which I’d hoped people around here would respect enough. But it seems like there are some people who decide that there’s no such thing. Now, if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to ask you to delete that photo. As well as any other subsequent photos of me and anyone else.”

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Peeping Tom

Late at night, at Alistair's house, Alistair was having private time in the privacy of his own home. But, he felt that something was off. He looked in his peripheral vision, and saw someone standing at his bedroom window, with a camera. He thought to himself, “What in the-OH GOD!” He tried to keep his cool, so he calmly stopped, and decided to confront his stalker under the guise of taking a walk. He walked outside, and began walking the opposite way. Out of view, he ran around his home. He saw the man looking around, and creeped up to him. Finally behind him, he tapped him on the shoulder and said, “Excuse me? What the hell are you doing?!”

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[commemorativefashionshoes]

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Is this you

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Pretty much

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Reblog this to be apart of Orville’s Christmas party

It’s a Town of Salem event where the reblogs will determine your character’s Secret Santa and if you’ll appear or not. Reblog onto as many blogs you want, when you reblog specify whose coming.

Reblogging ends 12/10/17, event starts 12/11/17, have submit box or messages open for the invite.

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Alistair Saluja

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hey i hear theres a new survivor in town, and unlike ingrid shes a Stinky Garbage Child

"Really? A new neighbor? Well, I should go and meet them. Tomorrow, perhaps, if helping Vulture doesn't take up my whole day. Who knows? Maybe Vulture would like to meet them."

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There it is, the worst Funko Pop

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Honey that isn’t even close

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Sorry but 

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Nothing can compete with 

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Is this the coven?

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assert your dominance by busting a nut in the next pie you bake for him

“…I…don’t think Vulture would appreciate that. If anything, He’d probably stop talking to me, and just maybe move out of the town, so…no.”

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“The fuck does this question even mean? Like, peanut butter pie or..?”

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"Trust me, you don't want to know."

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assert your dominance by busting a nut in the next pie you bake for him

“...I...don’t think Vulture would appreciate that. If anything, He’d probably stop talking to me, and just maybe move out of the town, so...no.”

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Visiting Hours

Alistair walks up to Vulture’s home and knocks 3 times. After reading about what happened from Nico’s note, he decided to visit Vulture the day after. He baked a blueberry pie and wanted to give it to Vulture.

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He couldn’t help but laugh at the last comment. Vulture the bad ass. He took it as a compliment, but he found himself remembering Rainn, and his heart ached a bit. He cleared his throat, pushing those feelings aside. “Regardless, I still feel guilty for not showing up, Alistair. I guess it can’t be helped. I apologize for not showing up, and for causing you to worry. The pie smells lovely, and I really do appreciate it. It’s a kind gesture on your part.”

He glanced away for a moment, thinking of what else to say. It honestly just felt awkward.

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"Listen. If you need anything, at all, just send me a carrier pigeon. I'll come. I need to reorganize some things at home. But if you need me, I'll come running. Feel better. Don't push yourself. I'll see you around, Vulture." Alistair gets up and walks towards the door. He pauses for a moment, and thinks. "Meat cleaver, huh?" He says under his breath. And continues out the door.

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Visiting Hours

Alistair walks up to Vulture’s home and knocks 3 times. After reading about what happened from Nico’s note, he decided to visit Vulture the day after. He baked a blueberry pie and wanted to give it to Vulture.

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“Some asshole came knocking at my door and struck me down with a meat cleaver. Honestly, I’m not surprised.” He confessed, rolling his eyes a bit as he leaned against the wall. “Listen, Alistair, about not coming to your party..” Vulture began, rubbing the back of his own neck. “I apologize, due to being- well- struck by a meat cleaver, I couldn’t go. I should’ve sent you a letter or something instead of having my fath-… Nico send you the letter.”

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"Listen, don't worry about it. No one came, anyway. Besides, after reading the note, I didn't really care about the party. I kept waking up at night wondering if you were fine, so I just stayed up and made the best pie I could. Besides, I don't really think you can control being struck with a meat cleaver, let alone survive one. So, in any case, we know you're a bad ass."

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Visiting Hours

Alistair walks up to Vulture’s home and knocks 3 times. After reading about what happened from Nico’s note, he decided to visit Vulture the day after. He baked a blueberry pie and wanted to give it to Vulture.

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“Oh.” He said quietly, rather embarrassed, truthfully. He didn’t expect Alistair of all people to give a shit, especially after he snapped at him. He didn’t seem drunk for once, but he didn’t get his hopes up. What mattered is that he made blueberry pie, which so happened to be Vulture’s favorite type of pie.

“Well, I appreciate the pastry. I haven’t had pie in ages. I appreciate it.” He confessed. “Uhm.. go ahead, have a seat.. I was attacked by the Mafia, actually. Thankfully, I don’t give in easily.”

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Alistair walks in and sits. "Yeah. We can't have you up and dying on us, your part of the town now, and we take care of our own. You know, unless you're part of the mafia, a serial killer, werewolf, vampire, plague bearer, yeah you get the point. In any case, sit down. What happened, exactly?"

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Visiting Hours

Alistair walks up to Vulture’s home and knocks 3 times. After reading about what happened from Nico’s note, he decided to visit Vulture the day after. He baked a blueberry pie and wanted to give it to Vulture.

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After a solid ten minutes, Vulture got dressed in a comfortable shirt and wore his mask as he opened the door. His facial expression faltered as he sighed. “Ah, Alistair.. do you need anything?” He asked, trying to seem alright. The last thing he needed was all of Salem knowing he’s weak right now.

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"Nico sent me a note. I know a little of what happened, like the fact that you're hurt. Don't worry. No one else knows. In any case, I brought you some pie." He outstretches his arms to present it, but decides to put it on the table next to the door. "I also came to see if there is anything I can do to speed up your recovery."

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Visiting Hours

Alistair walks up to Vulture's home and knocks 3 times. After reading about what happened from Nico's note, he decided to visit Vulture the day after. He baked a blueberry pie and wanted to give it to Vulture.

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The Party

After a few days of preparing for the party, Alistair looks one last time before sitting down and waiting for guests to arrive. “Perfect. The ice box is full of ice, and the alcohol is being cooled. The appetizers are ready, and the house is spotless.” He looks at Lucky. “What do you think, Lucky? Everything look nice?” Lucky mews, and lays down. “Agreed.” Alistair sits in his chair, and waits. @ask-the-vulture @curiousconsigliereanubis @niconicomancer @ literally everyone else in Salem

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"It's been a few hours. And it's almost midnight. I believe no one else is coming. Besides, Vulture is hurt. I'll make him some food in the morning, and bring it to him." Alistair gets up from his chair and begins to put the appetizers and alcohol on the fridge for another day. "Well, Lucky, this was a failure. Another day, I guess." Alistair gets ready for bed, and goes to sleep.

END OF "THE PARTY"