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Opinion on Baxter?

“He does his job, and I haven’t been disappointed with the results. Try not to get stuck in a conversation with him, though. He does not know when to stop talking.”

"Oh, just like you, then!"

“I actually have things to say when I talk, Al. He just rambles about random shit nobody cares about. Like you.”

"Yes, Vox, we all can't wait to hear about the latest scams– I mean, deals at VoxTek! We're hanging off your every word!"

#alastor #smiles-radio-host-alastor #Live Broadcast #vox roleplay blog #vox rp blog #vox rp

“They’re not- just because you don’t know how to use a computer or a TV or anything made after 1930 doesn’t mean it’s a scam!”

Blood in the Water

@circuitv

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Diana asked.

“I don’t see why not. You’re getting your name out there, it’s all true, and you’re not calling out anyone by name. Win for everyone!” said Maeve.

“I don’t know. Have you seen the people down here? They’re crazy. Velvette’s the craziest.”

Both human and imp looked at the website for the shop: Facade’s Fashions. Diana needed some new customers, and it was always hard to compete in hell. Especially when disputes could go violent. Yes, she had quite a few clients, but the untapped market of the other rings was waiting out there.

Maeve, her secretary, was an imp from the Wrath ring. She knew her way around the Hell equivalent of the internet, and she found a way to get the ads to every ring and not just in Pride. In Diana’s eyes, Maeve’s skills could make a VoxTek intern cry… more than they probably already did.

Speaking of: all their tech came from the outer rings. No VoxTek allowed in her shop: that meant security, cable tv, computer systems, you name it. The last thing Diana needed was being watched. This was Hell, after all.

“It’s not even videos. It’s just little pop up ads that lead to the site. Let’s at least try it.”

Diana sighed, “Okay. Make it live.”

*one week later*

“VOX!”

A wrath filled Velvette stormed into Vox’s office, phone in a tight enough grip to break.

“Do you want to explain why you allowed this fuckin’ slander to show up?!” She threw her device at him which had a page for Facade’s Fashions pulled up.

“Pop ups for this bitch’s place are all over the net! Sinners are going to her and my image is being trashed!”

The ads in question had quotes such as, “Tired of poor quality after paying absurdly high prices? Sick of outfits falling apart after three wears? Tired of so much red?”

All of them led to the shop’s website promoting better quality at half the cost, and free consultations for custom designs. It was… small, in attack standards.

Nothing listed Velvette by name, or any of the Vee’s for that matter. But in Velvette’s eyes, it was direct slander.

Lilo loudly purred like a motorboat as she rubbed against his legs. Once the pets stopped, she wandered up to the aquarium tank and looked up at Shok.wav. She put her pink paw pads up on the glass and her tail curled like a question mark as she watched the shark swim.

She let out a little chirping mew as she collected the envelope in her mouth. She rubbed herself against his legs again before sitting down. Another circle of light formed below her as she sunk down into the ground to teleport back to the shop.

Lilo strutted up to Diana who took several treats in exchange for the envelope. Upon seeing his notes, she smiled. “Good choice… let’s get to work.”

Two days before the rally, she looked at the finished suit on the mannequin. Everything was all put together: white waistcoat which included details for all three of the Vees completed with gold buttons, soft cravat, white dress pants, and a black tipped tailed suit coat. Diana stepped back and looked at it from every angle. It seemed perfect. Even the blue lining to the suitcoat had an image of Shok.wav embroidered out of a darker blue thread, similar to the bow tie she made for him. She had to scour his social media to find pictures to work off, but she felt confident that her art was accurate.

Pulling out her phone, she messaged him, ‘Hey. If you have time today, I’d like you to come in for a final fitting. Just want to make sure everything fits well for your rally.’

#diana #Blood in the Water #Live Broadcast #star-trekker-0013 #// It’s nice to be on here again! Excited to get back into things #…no clue how long it’ll take me to get through everything I want to but that’s another story

With the stress of making sure everything was perfect for the rally, Vox hadn’t had much time to waste. Even though pretty much everything was fully planned out, it still felt like he was spending every waking moment thinking of small things to add or improve. However, when he saw the message from Diana in the middle of setting up a speaker he was testing, the cables for it nearly slipped from his hand. The final important piece of his preparations was complete. He shoved the cables into his assistant’s hand and shouted vague directions at him on his way out while shooting Diana an ‘On my way’ message in response, but he’d probably end up testing them again himself later.

The trip to Diana’s shop felt shorter every time Vox took it. This time, he knew where he was going, and it didn’t take long for him to end up right outside. He straightened his suit and bow tie before heading inside, calling out, “Hey, got your message and thought I’d head over here now before things get hectic again last-minute. So, the suit’s done? Good timing. I was starting to wonder if I’d have to remind you of the terms of our deal.”

He looked around the shop enthusiastically after that half-joke, asking, “But where is this finished suit?”

Opinion on Baxter?

“He does his job, and I haven’t been disappointed with the results. Try not to get stuck in a conversation with him, though. He does not know when to stop talking.”

"Oh, just like you, then!"

#alastor #smiles-radio-host-alastor #Live Broadcast #vox rp blog #vox rp #// Vox stop getting ragebaited for 5 minutes impossible challenge

“I actually have things to say when I talk, Al. He just rambles about random shit nobody cares about. Like you.”

Blood in the Water

@circuitv

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Diana asked.

“I don’t see why not. You’re getting your name out there, it’s all true, and you’re not calling out anyone by name. Win for everyone!” said Maeve.

“I don’t know. Have you seen the people down here? They’re crazy. Velvette’s the craziest.”

Both human and imp looked at the website for the shop: Facade’s Fashions. Diana needed some new customers, and it was always hard to compete in hell. Especially when disputes could go violent. Yes, she had quite a few clients, but the untapped market of the other rings was waiting out there.

Maeve, her secretary, was an imp from the Wrath ring. She knew her way around the Hell equivalent of the internet, and she found a way to get the ads to every ring and not just in Pride. In Diana’s eyes, Maeve’s skills could make a VoxTek intern cry… more than they probably already did.

Speaking of: all their tech came from the outer rings. No VoxTek allowed in her shop: that meant security, cable tv, computer systems, you name it. The last thing Diana needed was being watched. This was Hell, after all.

“It’s not even videos. It’s just little pop up ads that lead to the site. Let’s at least try it.”

Diana sighed, “Okay. Make it live.”

*one week later*

“VOX!”

A wrath filled Velvette stormed into Vox’s office, phone in a tight enough grip to break.

“Do you want to explain why you allowed this fuckin’ slander to show up?!” She threw her device at him which had a page for Facade’s Fashions pulled up.

“Pop ups for this bitch’s place are all over the net! Sinners are going to her and my image is being trashed!”

The ads in question had quotes such as, “Tired of poor quality after paying absurdly high prices? Sick of outfits falling apart after three wears? Tired of so much red?”

All of them led to the shop’s website promoting better quality at half the cost, and free consultations for custom designs. It was… small, in attack standards.

Nothing listed Velvette by name, or any of the Vee’s for that matter. But in Velvette’s eyes, it was direct slander.

Diana’s eyes lit up at his terms. This was it. She didn’t even care about him not mentioning the protection bit. Finally, the freedom she’d been wanting for so long was within reach.

“Sounds perfectly fair. It’s a deal!”

She shook his hand, the electricity from him causing her fur to stick up a bit from static. Threads of light mixed with his electricity to wrap around both of their hands as the deal was struck. The faintest smell of roses and lavender filled the air as her magic intermingled with his.

Before their hands came undone, the compass pendant around Diana’s neck came undone and silently fell onto the desk. Diana grabbed it and quickly scanned it over, looking for any signs of damage. Finding none, she tied the leather cord holding it back around her neck.

“Well, I think that’s everything I need at this point. If I have any other questions, I’ll let you know and I’ll keep you updated.”

Vox glanced at the pendant curiously when it fell, but she scooped it back up before he could dwell on it. “You do that. I’ll be back to check on your progress, and I should be able to send all the information you need by tonight. Pleasure doing business with you.”

With that, everything was settled. He walked towards the shop’s exit, calling out over his shoulder, “Give your cat more pets for me, alright?”

It was a silly thing to add, and the words sounded playfully sarcastic, but he was in a good mood. Now that the suit was taken care of, he could focus on his own preparations for the rally. He imagined he’d still be checking in with her frequently just in case, but with the terms of that deal seemingly meaning so much to Diana, she’d probably be on top of it.

"Pleasure's all mine," she replied as she stood from her desk.

Diana softly chuckled as she watched him leave, "Will do!"

It didn't matter to her if he was being sarcastic or not with his words. She finally reached her goal. Sure, it wasn't perfect, but the fact that Vox agreed that she and her shop would be left alone? She could live with just that. Finally, some sense of security. That feeling put Diana on cloud nine. She dug out her massive sketchbook and started to design. Nothing could stop her at this point.

The next morning, after some breakfast, she replied back to his message. As soon as the clock hit 9 AM, she sent:

'Good morning! Hope preparations are going well. If you have a moment, I can send over the concept sketches for you to choose from. I'm also including some fabric samples so you can see if they would comfortable. Once you send it back, I can get to work.’

Upon getting a reply, she gathered the sketches with fabric swatches attached into a manilla envelope and closed it up. There were about four different versions, but one drawing she was very fond of: a white suit with black tips on the tails. She wrote on the design that she chose the colors because of the similarities to Lucifer’s own suit-about how fitting it would be due to Vox rebelling against heaven as well. She also wrote a possible offer of embroidering a shark into the liner if he so chose (just for his eyes and not the public’s). The outfit gave the vibe of a television evangelist, which seemed to be fit Vox perfectly for this rally.

Calling over Lilo, she handed her calico the closed envelope, “Do you think you can deliver this to Vox?”

The calico purred as she took the envelope in her mouth. Glittering white light formed a circle below her, and she sunk down as she teleported into Vox’s office. However, upon noticing a red suit, Lilo purred and rubbed against the shoes and legs of a certain radio demon.

“Hmm? Well, hello to you as well,” Alastor softly greeted from his tied up position in the rolling desk chair. “Making a delivery? And here I thought Diana was smarter than this. Well, don’t let me keep you.”

Lilo slow blinked in his direction before trotting over to where Vox was. She let out muffled meows as she walked, as if proudly declaring, ‘Look! Look at me! I am doing a good job!’

Upon finding Vox, Lilo loudly purred and rubbed against this ankles before sitting at his feet. She meowed once more as she waited for him to take the envelope.

#Live Broadcast #Blood in the Water #diana #hazbin hotel vox #vox roleplay blog #// Finally finding time/energy for this blog again woo #Kept thinking hmm I miss roleplay and just not having the energy but I intervened #star-trekker-0013

Vox rolled his eyes at Alastor’s commentary, but the meowing and sensation of a cat rubbing against his legs distracted him before he could dwell on it. He leaned down and grabbed the envelope from Lilo eagerly, ripping it open like he was opening a present. All of the rally preparations were important, but his suit was one of the main things on his mind. His outfits represented him and his entire image, and this rally was set to be one of the biggest events he’d hosted in a long time. He acknowledged Lilo after a quick glance at the sketches, letting her smell his hand and running it along her back gently a few times before returning to the suits. It was still a somewhat unfamiliar sensation, but the more he pet her, the more it reminded him of a shark in the ocean; his own biomechanical sharks were different, but the abrasiveness of shark skin made it so they had to be pet in a similarly gentle, one-directional way.

With textures already on his mind, he ran his hand across the surface of the fabric samples while his eyes scanned the sketches. He gave each one a thorough look over and held them beside each other, imagining himself speaking on stage in each suit. As he considered them, he kept coming back to the white suit with black tips; it’d be a nice contrast compared to his usual attire, the lightness would look good under colorful stage lights, and he agreed with Diana’s assessment of it. Not only was it similar to Lucifer’s suit, the colors felt fitting for a speech about heaven with their own hell flair, and the coattails almost looking like the fins of a blacktip reef shark was a fun detail. He wrote and attached a note onto that sketch that read:

‘This is the one. Good fabric choice. Add the shark unless it’ll cut into other time spent working on the suit.’

It would be a fun detail, but he had no idea how long she’d spend embroidering it, and he didn’t want to take any chances on the rest of the suit’s quality being sacrificed for it. He slid the pages back into the folder and handed it to Lilo, joking, “I assume you know how to know how to find your own way back and Diana wasn’t just sending you on a one-way trip to my office. I already have enough behavior problems around here without random pets showing up.”

Favorite ocean?

“All of them are unique in their own way, but the Pacific is the most interesting. It’s the biggest and deepest ocean, and it’s super biodiverse.”

#Live Broadcast #ask #anon #vox rp blog #vox roleplay blog #// He’s been spoiled on this blog lately. The constant torture is over he’s just getting to be a nerd now LOL

Does Shok.wav lose his teeth and grow more like a real shark does?

“Not at the same rate, but yeah. He tends to hold onto his for longer because he’s in a controlled environment and doesn’t have to hunt as often, but he still loses and regrows them sometimes. He swallows some of them, but I’ve managed to collect a few!”

#ask #Live Broadcast #star-trekker-0013 #vox roleplay blog #vox rp blog #vox hazbin hotel

Blood in the Water

@circuitv

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Diana asked.

“I don’t see why not. You’re getting your name out there, it’s all true, and you’re not calling out anyone by name. Win for everyone!” said Maeve.

“I don’t know. Have you seen the people down here? They’re crazy. Velvette’s the craziest.”

Both human and imp looked at the website for the shop: Facade’s Fashions. Diana needed some new customers, and it was always hard to compete in hell. Especially when disputes could go violent. Yes, she had quite a few clients, but the untapped market of the other rings was waiting out there.

Maeve, her secretary, was an imp from the Wrath ring. She knew her way around the Hell equivalent of the internet, and she found a way to get the ads to every ring and not just in Pride. In Diana’s eyes, Maeve’s skills could make a VoxTek intern cry… more than they probably already did.

Speaking of: all their tech came from the outer rings. No VoxTek allowed in her shop: that meant security, cable tv, computer systems, you name it. The last thing Diana needed was being watched. This was Hell, after all.

“It’s not even videos. It’s just little pop up ads that lead to the site. Let’s at least try it.”

Diana sighed, “Okay. Make it live.”

*one week later*

“VOX!”

A wrath filled Velvette stormed into Vox’s office, phone in a tight enough grip to break.

“Do you want to explain why you allowed this fuckin’ slander to show up?!” She threw her device at him which had a page for Facade’s Fashions pulled up.

“Pop ups for this bitch’s place are all over the net! Sinners are going to her and my image is being trashed!”

The ads in question had quotes such as, “Tired of poor quality after paying absurdly high prices? Sick of outfits falling apart after three wears? Tired of so much red?”

All of them led to the shop’s website promoting better quality at half the cost, and free consultations for custom designs. It was… small, in attack standards.

Nothing listed Velvette by name, or any of the Vee’s for that matter. But in Velvette’s eyes, it was direct slander.

Diana’s eyes lit up at his terms. This was it. She didn’t even care about him not mentioning the protection bit. Finally, the freedom she’d been wanting for so long was within reach.

“Sounds perfectly fair. It’s a deal!”

She shook his hand, the electricity from him causing her fur to stick up a bit from static. Threads of light mixed with his electricity to wrap around both of their hands as the deal was struck. The faintest smell of roses and lavender filled the air as her magic intermingled with his.

Before their hands came undone, the compass pendant around Diana’s neck came undone and silently fell onto the desk. Diana grabbed it and quickly scanned it over, looking for any signs of damage. Finding none, she tied the leather cord holding it back around her neck.

“Well, I think that’s everything I need at this point. If I have any other questions, I’ll let you know and I’ll keep you updated.”

#Live Broadcast #Blood in the Water #diana #vox roleplay blog

Vox glanced at the pendant curiously when it fell, but she scooped it back up before he could dwell on it. “You do that. I’ll be back to check on your progress, and I should be able to send all the information you need by tonight. Pleasure doing business with you.”

With that, everything was settled. He walked towards the shop’s exit, calling out over his shoulder, “Give your cat more pets for me, alright?”

It was a silly thing to add, and the words sounded playfully sarcastic, but he was in a good mood. Now that the suit was taken care of, he could focus on his own preparations for the rally. He imagined he’d still be checking in with her frequently just in case, but with the terms of that deal seemingly meaning so much to Diana, she’d probably be on top of it.

What do you call a shark dressed in a dapper outfit?

So-fish-ticated!

“Pfft- alright, that’s- heheh- that one wasn’t even good, you-…so-fish-ticated, heh…”

His voice wavered with laughter, but he wasn’t fully sure how much of it was from the joke itself and how much was from the mental image of a well-dressed shark.

#Live Broadcast #ask #star-trekker-0013 #vox rp blog #vox roleplay blog #// Fifth one (outside of Al) is finally breaking him…#I imagine he thinks a lot of jokes like these are funny but part of him thinks they’re too stupid to laugh at when someone else tells them #So he’s just. Pretending it’s not THAT funny but three hours from now he’s going to start laughing to himself while working on something #And it’s just. So-fish-ticated #He’s definitely a joke stealer too though. Sorry everyone you’re giving all of these to a guy who WILL just repeat them louder

What kind of shark likes to party?

A whale shark!

What? They know how to have a “whale-ly” good time!

“Puns again? Seriously? I don’t know where any of you got the idea that I got my sense of humor from a crappy joke book, but…”

Vox’s voice trailed off, and he cleared his throat to mask a noise that sounded suspiciously close to a small laugh.

#Live Broadcast #vox rp blog #vox roleplay blog #ask #anon #// I should go back and tag all of these. This is becoming a whole thread at this point

Blood in the Water

@circuitv

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Diana asked.

“I don’t see why not. You’re getting your name out there, it’s all true, and you’re not calling out anyone by name. Win for everyone!” said Maeve.

“I don’t know. Have you seen the people down here? They’re crazy. Velvette’s the craziest.”

Both human and imp looked at the website for the shop: Facade’s Fashions. Diana needed some new customers, and it was always hard to compete in hell. Especially when disputes could go violent. Yes, she had quite a few clients, but the untapped market of the other rings was waiting out there.

Maeve, her secretary, was an imp from the Wrath ring. She knew her way around the Hell equivalent of the internet, and she found a way to get the ads to every ring and not just in Pride. In Diana’s eyes, Maeve’s skills could make a VoxTek intern cry… more than they probably already did.

Speaking of: all their tech came from the outer rings. No VoxTek allowed in her shop: that meant security, cable tv, computer systems, you name it. The last thing Diana needed was being watched. This was Hell, after all.

“It’s not even videos. It’s just little pop up ads that lead to the site. Let’s at least try it.”

Diana sighed, “Okay. Make it live.”

*one week later*

“VOX!”

A wrath filled Velvette stormed into Vox’s office, phone in a tight enough grip to break.

“Do you want to explain why you allowed this fuckin’ slander to show up?!” She threw her device at him which had a page for Facade’s Fashions pulled up.

“Pop ups for this bitch’s place are all over the net! Sinners are going to her and my image is being trashed!”

The ads in question had quotes such as, “Tired of poor quality after paying absurdly high prices? Sick of outfits falling apart after three wears? Tired of so much red?”

All of them led to the shop’s website promoting better quality at half the cost, and free consultations for custom designs. It was… small, in attack standards.

Nothing listed Velvette by name, or any of the Vee’s for that matter. But in Velvette’s eyes, it was direct slander.

She softly chuckled at his last statement, “I think that’s the last of my questions. I’ll let you know if I think of anything else.”

Tucking her tape measure back in its place, she sat back down at her desk, and finished writing all of Vox’s answers down on post it’s. After adding them to her planner, she looked at the week in question again. Yes, this would be stressful, but it could be done.

If he agreed to her deal, it would be done.

“I wanted to talk payment, if that’s okay… instead of money… I would like to make a deal with you.”

Vox paused at that. He remembered Diana had mentioned the deals she’d made with overlords the first time he was in the shop, but he hadn’t committed the terms to memory. Frankly, he didn’t think he would ever step foot in the shop again that day, but here he was. He supposed he would have to figure it out now. “That deal being?”

He didn’t imagine it’d be anything too outlandish, but he kept his guard raised. Diana seemed fairly reasonable as far as demands were concerned, but he’d had his fair share of sinners proposing some ridiculous fantasy they had to him after an otherwise reasonable conversation.

Diana took a deep breath to calm herself. This was it. He and the other Vees were the last overlords needed to ensure an eternity of protection... at least until someone new came along.

"Well, it's kind of the same deal I have with the rest of the overlords. I know that in the past few years, after the exterminations, people try to expand their territory and take over new ones. This place hasn't seen that kind of action, thankfully, but the Pride Ring can only handle so many people, and it's not getting any bigger. Whatever the future holds, I want to ensure that I keep my freedom."

"The deal always has been that in exchange for a favor or service, should an overlord decide to expand their territory in this section, my shop and the land it's on still stays within my control. And even if the surrounding area is taken over by someone else, that doesn't mean they own me either. I get to keep doing what I am doing and living my life. There's also an added protection bit: should anyone go back on their word and try to take over my place, the other overlords will help defend me to get it back."

She softly sighed, "So far, every other overlord has agreed to this, and I've held my end of each arrangement. The only ones I'm missing are you, Velvette, and Valentino. I don't know if you speak for them or not, but I would like it if in exchange for this, you could agree to this deal not just on your behalf, but theirs as well. For a commission like yours, I normally demand about a month's time at minimum to work on it. This gives me proper time to research, design, and craft. I have no problem creating your suit in a week, but this is an extremely tight deadline."

"I.. I understand that I'm asking a lot, and if you can't agree on their behalf, I understand. I am open to amending the deal as well, if you feel like it's lacking on your end."

That made him think. The other Vees would be livid if they knew they’d been volunteered to protect a random sinner as needed, and to be honest, he wasn’t thrilled about the idea himself…but he did need this suit, and he could at least leave the shop alone and convince the other two to do the same. Velvette had some interest in Diana’s shop, but she didn’t seem to have plans to take it over, and she didn’t need to either way. They had bigger things to focus on now.

“Well, the protection bit might be hard to promise on their behalf, but we can leave your shop and the area it’s on alone,” he started, not giving his own thoughts on the protection aspect until he gauged her reaction to that, “And, of course, you. That much can be arranged.”

For the most part, Vox ignored her comments about how long the commission would normally take. From what she’d said earlier, he knew she could get the suit done on time. It was just a matter of whether she would.

“If I’m being honest, the protection bit is more just a failsafe. A lot of people down here try to cheat others with their deals through wording or secret clauses. I’m not expecting anyone to fight for me or for you to defend me the moment someone looks at me the wrong way. There’s 11 overlords total now, so one person would really have to think about the other ten if they tried to go back on this. And if… when heaven agrees to your terms, I think my little spot down here will be the last thing on anyone’s mind.”

“Again, I know I’m asking a lot, and if promising that at the very least my shop and I can be left alone, I can live with that. If not, we can talk other ways of payment, and I’ll understand.”

A lot was riding on this, that much Diana knew. She couldn’t afford to mess this up. She didn’t want to make him mad to even change his mind on her singing for him. That was an avenue she wanted left open, even with her hesitation.

#Blood in the Water #diana #Live Broadcast #star-trekker-0013

Great. All they had to do was leave her alone, and he could get his suit. It was a big deal for her, but she was right that he didn’t really care about controlling her shop at this point. He didn’t need to negotiate any further, and at this point, it would be a waste of their time if he did. He looked content at Diana’s words, nodding.

“That seems reasonable. I’ll put it into simple terms so you’re not worried about any loopholes or fine print bullshit. I, Valentino, and/or Velvette will not take over you, your shop, or the land your shop is on while expanding our territory, and in return, you will have the suit completed within one week from when this deal was made. That sound fair?”

Vox stretched his hand out towards Diana, electricity faintly crackling around him. He could modify what he’d set as terms for the deal if he needed to, but he tried to make himself as clear as possible with it. For now, he had no reason to deceive her and nothing more he wanted from her or her shop; if he could get his suit and gain a little more of her trust without inconveniencing himself, the deal was a win for him, too.

Blood in the Water

@circuitv

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Diana asked.

“I don’t see why not. You’re getting your name out there, it’s all true, and you’re not calling out anyone by name. Win for everyone!” said Maeve.

“I don’t know. Have you seen the people down here? They’re crazy. Velvette’s the craziest.”

Both human and imp looked at the website for the shop: Facade’s Fashions. Diana needed some new customers, and it was always hard to compete in hell. Especially when disputes could go violent. Yes, she had quite a few clients, but the untapped market of the other rings was waiting out there.

Maeve, her secretary, was an imp from the Wrath ring. She knew her way around the Hell equivalent of the internet, and she found a way to get the ads to every ring and not just in Pride. In Diana’s eyes, Maeve’s skills could make a VoxTek intern cry… more than they probably already did.

Speaking of: all their tech came from the outer rings. No VoxTek allowed in her shop: that meant security, cable tv, computer systems, you name it. The last thing Diana needed was being watched. This was Hell, after all.

“It’s not even videos. It’s just little pop up ads that lead to the site. Let’s at least try it.”

Diana sighed, “Okay. Make it live.”

*one week later*

“VOX!”

A wrath filled Velvette stormed into Vox’s office, phone in a tight enough grip to break.

“Do you want to explain why you allowed this fuckin’ slander to show up?!” She threw her device at him which had a page for Facade’s Fashions pulled up.

“Pop ups for this bitch’s place are all over the net! Sinners are going to her and my image is being trashed!”

The ads in question had quotes such as, “Tired of poor quality after paying absurdly high prices? Sick of outfits falling apart after three wears? Tired of so much red?”

All of them led to the shop’s website promoting better quality at half the cost, and free consultations for custom designs. It was… small, in attack standards.

Nothing listed Velvette by name, or any of the Vee’s for that matter. But in Velvette’s eyes, it was direct slander.

She softly chuckled at his last statement, “I think that’s the last of my questions. I’ll let you know if I think of anything else.”

Tucking her tape measure back in its place, she sat back down at her desk, and finished writing all of Vox’s answers down on post it’s. After adding them to her planner, she looked at the week in question again. Yes, this would be stressful, but it could be done.

If he agreed to her deal, it would be done.

“I wanted to talk payment, if that’s okay… instead of money… I would like to make a deal with you.”

Vox paused at that. He remembered Diana had mentioned the deals she’d made with overlords the first time he was in the shop, but he hadn’t committed the terms to memory. Frankly, he didn’t think he would ever step foot in the shop again that day, but here he was. He supposed he would have to figure it out now. “That deal being?”

He didn’t imagine it’d be anything too outlandish, but he kept his guard raised. Diana seemed fairly reasonable as far as demands were concerned, but he’d had his fair share of sinners proposing some ridiculous fantasy they had to him after an otherwise reasonable conversation.

Diana took a deep breath to calm herself. This was it. He and the other Vees were the last overlords needed to ensure an eternity of protection... at least until someone new came along.

"Well, it's kind of the same deal I have with the rest of the overlords. I know that in the past few years, after the exterminations, people try to expand their territory and take over new ones. This place hasn't seen that kind of action, thankfully, but the Pride Ring can only handle so many people, and it's not getting any bigger. Whatever the future holds, I want to ensure that I keep my freedom."

"The deal always has been that in exchange for a favor or service, should an overlord decide to expand their territory in this section, my shop and the land it's on still stays within my control. And even if the surrounding area is taken over by someone else, that doesn't mean they own me either. I get to keep doing what I am doing and living my life. There's also an added protection bit: should anyone go back on their word and try to take over my place, the other overlords will help defend me to get it back."

She softly sighed, "So far, every other overlord has agreed to this, and I've held my end of each arrangement. The only ones I'm missing are you, Velvette, and Valentino. I don't know if you speak for them or not, but I would like it if in exchange for this, you could agree to this deal not just on your behalf, but theirs as well. For a commission like yours, I normally demand about a month's time at minimum to work on it. This gives me proper time to research, design, and craft. I have no problem creating your suit in a week, but this is an extremely tight deadline."

"I.. I understand that I'm asking a lot, and if you can't agree on their behalf, I understand. I am open to amending the deal as well, if you feel like it's lacking on your end."

#Blood in the Water #diana #Live Broadcast #star-trekker-0013

That made him think. The other Vees would be livid if they knew they’d been volunteered to protect a random sinner as needed, and to be honest, he wasn’t thrilled about the idea himself…but he did need this suit, and he could at least leave the shop alone and convince the other two to do the same. Velvette had some interest in Diana’s shop, but she didn’t seem to have plans to take it over, and she didn’t need to either way. They had bigger things to focus on now.

“Well, the protection bit might be hard to promise on their behalf, but we can leave your shop and the area it’s on alone,” he started, not giving his own thoughts on the protection aspect until he gauged her reaction to that, “And, of course, you. That much can be arranged.”

For the most part, Vox ignored her comments about how long the commission would normally take. From what she’d said earlier, he knew she could get the suit done on time. It was just a matter of whether she would.

Did you hear about the shark ghost?

It vanished into fin air!

“…”

He huffed at that joke in mild amusement, trying to play the sound off as an annoyed sigh. “Don’t. Bring that here. I don’t need a bunch of random sinners trying to impress me with awful shark puns.”

"Hah! You really could stand to lighten up a little, Fincent!"

#Live Broadcast #vox rp blog #alastor #smiles-radio-host-alastor #vox roleplay blog #// Okay I know this was months ago but if the timestamps are right the reblog was also months after the post so. Shhh I’m not late

“Don’t you start, too.”

Blood in the Water

@circuitv

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Diana asked.

“I don’t see why not. You’re getting your name out there, it’s all true, and you’re not calling out anyone by name. Win for everyone!” said Maeve.

“I don’t know. Have you seen the people down here? They’re crazy. Velvette’s the craziest.”

Both human and imp looked at the website for the shop: Facade’s Fashions. Diana needed some new customers, and it was always hard to compete in hell. Especially when disputes could go violent. Yes, she had quite a few clients, but the untapped market of the other rings was waiting out there.

Maeve, her secretary, was an imp from the Wrath ring. She knew her way around the Hell equivalent of the internet, and she found a way to get the ads to every ring and not just in Pride. In Diana’s eyes, Maeve’s skills could make a VoxTek intern cry… more than they probably already did.

Speaking of: all their tech came from the outer rings. No VoxTek allowed in her shop: that meant security, cable tv, computer systems, you name it. The last thing Diana needed was being watched. This was Hell, after all.

“It’s not even videos. It’s just little pop up ads that lead to the site. Let’s at least try it.”

Diana sighed, “Okay. Make it live.”

*one week later*

“VOX!”

A wrath filled Velvette stormed into Vox’s office, phone in a tight enough grip to break.

“Do you want to explain why you allowed this fuckin’ slander to show up?!” She threw her device at him which had a page for Facade’s Fashions pulled up.

“Pop ups for this bitch’s place are all over the net! Sinners are going to her and my image is being trashed!”

The ads in question had quotes such as, “Tired of poor quality after paying absurdly high prices? Sick of outfits falling apart after three wears? Tired of so much red?”

All of them led to the shop’s website promoting better quality at half the cost, and free consultations for custom designs. It was… small, in attack standards.

Nothing listed Velvette by name, or any of the Vee’s for that matter. But in Velvette’s eyes, it was direct slander.

She softly chuckled at his last statement, “I think that’s the last of my questions. I’ll let you know if I think of anything else.”

Tucking her tape measure back in its place, she sat back down at her desk, and finished writing all of Vox’s answers down on post it’s. After adding them to her planner, she looked at the week in question again. Yes, this would be stressful, but it could be done.

If he agreed to her deal, it would be done.

“I wanted to talk payment, if that’s okay… instead of money… I would like to make a deal with you.”

#Blood in the Water #diana #Live Broadcast #vox roleplay blog

Vox paused at that. He remembered Diana had mentioned the deals she’d made with overlords the first time he was in the shop, but he hadn’t committed the terms to memory. Frankly, he didn’t think he would ever step foot in the shop again that day, but here he was. He supposed he would have to figure it out now. “That deal being?”

He didn’t imagine it’d be anything too outlandish, but he kept his guard raised. Diana seemed fairly reasonable as far as demands were concerned, but he’d had his fair share of sinners proposing some ridiculous fantasy they had to him after an otherwise reasonable conversation.

Guess which shark would feel most at home in a bakery….

A cookie cutter shark!

“…these are just getting worse.”

He managed to keep a straight face, but his voice was strained, like he was biting back more of a reaction to the joke…

#Live Broadcast #vox rp blog #ask #anon #// You can’t just use fish jokes on the fifty billion fish analogies comically obsessed with sharks guy </3 #Trying to be normal when he has a thoroughly horrible sense of humor and is always just thinking about the ocean

my head hurts

“Is it from too much noise? VoxTek’s wireless noise canceling VoxBuds cover screams, explosions, and other sounds you might encounter in your day-to-day afterlife! Trust us with your hearing!”

#Live Broadcast #anon #ask #// If he can just have a laptop called VoxTop…#Also see? You all complained Vox won’t help you with your problems. He’s being very helpful now. Be grateful #…I canNOT start defending him on here #vox rp blog #vox roleplay blog #vox ask blog

Blood in the Water

@circuitv

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Diana asked.

“I don’t see why not. You’re getting your name out there, it’s all true, and you’re not calling out anyone by name. Win for everyone!” said Maeve.

“I don’t know. Have you seen the people down here? They’re crazy. Velvette’s the craziest.”

Both human and imp looked at the website for the shop: Facade’s Fashions. Diana needed some new customers, and it was always hard to compete in hell. Especially when disputes could go violent. Yes, she had quite a few clients, but the untapped market of the other rings was waiting out there.

Maeve, her secretary, was an imp from the Wrath ring. She knew her way around the Hell equivalent of the internet, and she found a way to get the ads to every ring and not just in Pride. In Diana’s eyes, Maeve’s skills could make a VoxTek intern cry… more than they probably already did.

Speaking of: all their tech came from the outer rings. No VoxTek allowed in her shop: that meant security, cable tv, computer systems, you name it. The last thing Diana needed was being watched. This was Hell, after all.

“It’s not even videos. It’s just little pop up ads that lead to the site. Let’s at least try it.”

Diana sighed, “Okay. Make it live.”

*one week later*

“VOX!”

A wrath filled Velvette stormed into Vox’s office, phone in a tight enough grip to break.

“Do you want to explain why you allowed this fuckin’ slander to show up?!” She threw her device at him which had a page for Facade’s Fashions pulled up.

“Pop ups for this bitch’s place are all over the net! Sinners are going to her and my image is being trashed!”

The ads in question had quotes such as, “Tired of poor quality after paying absurdly high prices? Sick of outfits falling apart after three wears? Tired of so much red?”

All of them led to the shop’s website promoting better quality at half the cost, and free consultations for custom designs. It was… small, in attack standards.

Nothing listed Velvette by name, or any of the Vee’s for that matter. But in Velvette’s eyes, it was direct slander.

Lilo shook her head out from under his hand, and gave him a very offended look with her green eyes. Diana chuckled and came around to stand beside Vox.

“Cats aren’t the same as dogs. Dogs always want affection. Cats will accept it on their terms.”

She gently takes his hand, silently looking in his eyes as if to ask permission, and lifted his hand close to Lilo’s pink nose.

“Lilo’s very friendly, but it’s always good to confirm that it’s okay before you do anything. If you did it with Ahsoka, she’d probably scratch.”

Lilo’s pink nose trembled as she sniffed Vox’s cyan blue claws, before she rubbed her head against them with a purr. Diana smiled as her velvet soft fingers guided Vox’s own along the soft, triple colored fur.

“Always go in the same direction of their fur, and be gentle. Never pet their bellies: it’s tempting, but it’s the most sensitive spot on a cat. Lilo lets me do it because I’ve known her longest and she trusts me. Ahsoka? Never. It’s something I’ve learned. Calicos like Lilo are very loving. They’re very curious, sometimes to their detriment, but they are very loyal lap cats. Tabbies like Ahsoka: very independent and very intelligent. Very stubborn as well, sometimes scrappy, and not as keen on affection. But when you’ve earned their trust? That’s when you’ve gained a good friend.”

Realizing she was rambling, she let go of his hand and stepped back. Her face turned bright red as she looked away in embarrassment.

“Let’s, uh, get your measurements while you’re here,” she stammered as she went to her desk to grab her fabric tape measure.

Vox knew cats were a little more finicky than dogs, but that was part of why he hadn’t taken the time to figure them out. Dogs had always felt more like companions to him, animals you can rely on to greet you when you come home to them with unwavering affection. Something about how randomly selective cats could be didn’t sit well with him. He begrudgingly let Diana take his hand, letting out a hum at her words and watching Lilo sniff his fingers skeptically.

As Diana’s fingers guided his own, though, the tension in his hand melted. Lilo’s fur felt pleasantly soft, and the invitation she’d given him to pet her was admittedly cute. He kept his eyes on the calico but tuned back into the rest of Diana’s words, allowing her to keep guiding his hand across the surface of Lilo’s fur and speak about her cats. It was strange, but it was almost nice.

When Diana let go of him, his hand finished the stroke he’d already started across Lilo’s back almost instinctively. He followed her hand with his eyes as she brought it back to herself, then looked away, gently retracting his own hand. “Right, let me…”

Vox glanced down at Lilo again before he stood up, tempted to continue petting her while he waited for Diana to grab her tape measure. He’d already removed his hand, though, and he wasn’t going to go through all of that again to pet her a few more times. He moved his arms behind his back and focused on Diana instead, surprised at himself for the hint of disappointment he felt that they were getting back on task.

As soon as she had the tape measure in hand, she turned to see a pair of green eyes and amber eyes on her. She softly sighed; of course, Lilo and Ahsoka both saw the tool as a toy. Going to Ahsoka, she undid the shark costume, and the tabby shook as if ridding herself of any shame. Enchanting two pieces of ribbon, the cats chased it out of the study and out of sight.

She guided Vox over to the large mirror on the wall and started getting his measurements. With each one, she wrote down her findings on a chart.

“Would you like it to be more form fitting or to have some give to it? Wait, is that a cravat?” She asked as she examined the white garment around his neck and chest. “Can’t say I’ve ever made one of those before, but I’m up for a challenge.”

She knelt down to get the measurement for his trousers and the inseam. She also measured how long the tails were on his suitcoat.

“Would you like this new suit to have tails as well? Or no?”

Diana stood again, and went to one of the storage units and pulled a few swatches of colored fabric. She held a few different colors on his chest, comparing them to see what brought out the bright blues of his screen. White, black, even purple for fun, which she disregarded with a shake of her head. She wrote down her findings as she went.

“I might need to know what kind of lighting you’re using. I remember in theater class that some spotlights can wash out performers depending on how bright they are…” she paused for a moment. “I realize I’ve asked a lot of you already. Don’t worry about it if you’re not able to. I’m… probably overthinking this…”