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@dealingmanipulator
𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕸𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 – an independent & selective ALASTOR from Amazon Prime's HAZBIN HOTEL, no affiliations. Canon divergent, headcanon based & versatile. We have fun here. A VIVISECTION of what it means to be ALONE, to cling to the ideal of SELF-SUFFICIENCY at all costs, and to struggle against THE HORRORS OF THE LOVE THAT MAY FIND YOU.
🩸 As dissected by Max (34) since 4.13.26.
MNDI. 21+ Mutuals Only. Please observe the Rules and Guidelines under the cut.
The moment that Alastor draws closer, a frigid dread hangs over Vox. It blisters through into a complete melancholic freeze when contact wis made between them —and Alastor becomes real, his enemy in his room, for how poor his security had come and even in his most cavernous low there was more torture to be had. His home becomes suddenly not his home; the floor some temporary stay and the chair made in a vague facsimile of his crafted aesthetic. There is a beast in here making it so unfamiliar. He stumbles back slightly, as if startled by his own shade, while his eyes remained fixed on Alastor and his every move.
Alastor’s eyes close. Vox isn’t worth the guard. He can close his eyes around him. There is no threat.
And he watches on in mundane horror as emotions, real emotions, pass over Alastor’s face —emotions caused by Vox, emotions he’s struggling with because of Vox —not celebrating his victory or berating the way Vox’s had fallen through the cracks of his fingers. This real and present Alastor expressing frustration; trepidation; remorse? How could you? As if the death would’ve meant a thing to either of them. He’s frustrated because of the survival —did he want to die, too? No. The days of their similarities ended that night at the bar. Vox, now watching on in awe, doesn’t take a sip more of his drink, though his pale knuckles are shining clean through the thin skin of his hand clutching it.
“Wait —!” Some voice, not Vox’s, he thinks, calls out to Alastor when he turns to the window. Reaching out and snagging his real, full wrist with a force more severe than he’s managed in a month.
“What the actual fuck? You don’t get to drop that on me and leave.” He hears high-pitched ringing and he’s close enough to Alastor that the fine details of his face are blurred and smudged, his own eyes not bothering the effort to bring them into focus. His voice strains and wears itself out, and his body moves through layers of rust. He sees the shapes of Alastor through the lens of his own panic, laughing wildly like Alastor had laughed at him in the past: “Of course you’re making it about you, like always; you think I did it just because of you! You’re loving that thought, aren’t you? Fucking basking in it like the sick little cunt you are. You were just a bonus, I —I was making my own choice there, and you were just on the side, you hear me!”
Just to wipe that smile off your fucking face. Just to have you frown, at me, one single time.
His laughing wavers into something else. Wobbling. He swallows hard, and knows there’s tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as the stress and the loneliness and the grief and the rage are all torn up to the surface and flowing out of him all at once. He holds Alastor’s wrist with every ounce of spite he has and more, saying thickly, “And you couldn’t just leave it at that, could you? You had to come here after. To see me.” He lets go, dragging his claws in on the way down. His hand snaps back to his hip like the last note of a whip, and he turns his body to the side.
“I’m so sick of you being in my fucking head all the time.”
Like this? No. He hadn’t considered Vox worth the guard. He found him stumbling on fawn’s legs, frozen under the barest contact with wide prey-like eyes. It was nostalgic in a way, familiar, causing a tug under his chest to pull all sickly and tender. It might have been arrogance that told him that if he only arrived without fangs or claws bared, Vox would hang onto his words and respond in kind. But the fact he shrunk away from him all the same? Did Alastor want that? He supposed he had earned it somewhere along the way.
For a few moments he let his guard down. He turned his back to him, even. It was almost a relief to be caught brutally, were it not for that sharp sting of adrenaline that quickly smothered everything good. Hissing between his teeth Alastor turned his head sharply to regard Vox, his own claw balling into a fist with a warning tug of his wrist, only for that warning to go unheeded. Instead of trying again he turned towards his enemy, breath pulling in pitifully short bursts. Vox didn’t scare him. It was a bodily reaction, one he’d never managed to curb, and it was only through some measure of control he didn’t throw his fist through Vox’s chest for it. It was only fair to let him speak, too. He couldn’t very well do that with his insides shredded.
Vox saw Alastor laughing, and Alastor saw Vox standing much taller than he truly was. Still, he listened, eyes blinking rapidly as he took in insult after accusation. Did he not hear a damn word he just said?
“Did you not hear a damn word I just said!? If I wanted you dead Vox, I wouldn’t force your hand to do it. I would take you out back and put you out of your misery, like a dog just sick enough to need it. This would have been the perfect opportunity, in fact! Yet here I am, bloodle-” Claws. His jaw snapped shut with a growl, his hand turning just enough so that he could catch on Vox’s skin on the way down, his smile becoming jagged at the edges from pain.
“Your. Reception wouldn’t patch me through to you! And clearly you’ve been too blitzed out on giggle water to hear me otherwise. And you know what? Fuck you. I’m sick of you being in your own head! I’ve explicitly asked you not to die and you’ve perversely made it about how I would just lap it all up! ‘It was my own choice’, as if that makes it any better! Idiot! What do you want? For me to be taken with you for making the decision to kill yourself separately from me?”
He knew that he had a hand in shaping that outcome, knew that Vox was either lying or delusional, but it occurred to him dully how disappointment had found a home somewhere in that space. He wished he wasn’t to blame.
So this was regret. He sighed, swallowing thickly after.
“Look. I’ll leave you to whatever it is you’re doing here on the condition that you don’t… attempt it again.”
He raised his hand up to shake, blood dripping down onto the floor unceremoniously.
Sᴇᴍɪ-ʜɪᴀᴛᴜs
Hello mothers and fuckers of the jury. It appears I am an idiot who overbooked himself with threads and I need to build up a queue, lest I die. If you see me replying to things, no you do not. Mind your business, expect nothing, I am cooking but the kitchen is on fire. Thank you.
Pᴏʟɪᴛᴇ ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ
Oh my god I'm so sorry, I have taken on too many threads and I need to build up a queue. If you see me replying to things please know this is me being self-indulgent. I will not be doing this with everything. I am doing my best. Thank you for your patience I hope this email finds you well.
♫
@shokwav 𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙾𝙲𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚂
𝑨𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓 && 𝑽𝒐𝒙
CRUEL WORLD - PRINCESS GOES So I'm saying my goodbyes || Goodbye to my good side || It only ever got me hurt || So I finally learned || It's a cruel, cruel world || It's a cruel, cruel world || Erase you from my mind || I’m sorry, but I, I’m cutting all the ties ||
THE DARK DRESSES LIGHTLY - AURORA
Drink me up, there is wine in every word || Here's to us now, my dear || We're being strong now || And the dark dresses lightly || Razor sharp as it cuts right through my soul || Here's to us now, my dear || It took too long || Guess I shouldn't have kept the knife in my heart for so long || Guess I shouldn't have held back when I needed you to know || Guess I shouldn't have kept the knife in my heart for so long || Guess I shouldn't have held back when I needed you to know || Ooh-ooh, oh, I just want to cry || Ooh-ooh, oh, with you tonight || Ooh-ooh, oh, it's perfectly fine || To grieve the hurt that's gonna die || Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh || Let us dance to our sorrow || Make amends, there's so much you still don't know || Here's to us now, my dear || We're going deep now || All this fear, it's contagious || Now we're here, let our glasses overflow || Here's to us now, my dear || It took too long
DON’T YOU SEE ME TRYING - ERIN LECOUNT
When the world keeps spinnin' and I want to get off || Whatever I seem, I was never as tough || I was never as clean as you think that I was || I hide in plain sight || I'm gonna dance till my death || And, God, it feels nice to be this recklеss again || I'm not myself, I haven't been in some timе || But don't you see me tryin'? || Don't you see me tryin'? || New fame, body ache, I feel like a child again || Hungry for attention, looking for it in the wrong place && How do I know when enough is enough? || Did I take it too far? || Concern looks like love || The going gets good, then I fuck things up || I just stay right here and I never grow up
UNDER MY SKIN - SLANDER, SPIRITBOX & VASTIVE
Wish I could hate you, but I can't || Wish I could make you understand || I would erase you, but I can't || But I can't, but I can't || I can't do this again, let you under my skin || Let you get in my head, just to fuckin' pretend || I'd be better off dead, than to call you a friend || I can't do this again, let you under my— I, can't, let you under my skin. I, can't, let you under my— I, can't, let you under my skin. I, can't, let you under my—
♫ (haven’t interacted much yet but I’m down for song suggestions always)
𝑨𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓 && 𝑽𝒐𝒙
ANOTHER HIGH - MOTHICA
I swear I'm living purely out of spite || I do it just so I can say I tried || Fuck forgiveness, I want vengeance baby || Swear I'm gonna have you hypnotized || Ruin yours just like you ruined mine || It's my toxic masochistic daydream || The crush, the feelings rushing back || I recreate the love I lack || And when it doesn't work out || Do it all again
LIGHTNING - CHARLI XCX
Don't know what to say || One look, and then you blew me away || I'm spiralling all over the place || So lifted, got me reaching for grace || Body off the ground || Caught me by surprise || Like seeing shootin' stars in the sky || There's danger in the dark of your eyes || But something 'bout you brings me to life || Got me here and now || Heart break already hit me once || They say that it won't happen twice || You struck me down like lightning, lightning || You struck me down like lightning, lightning || My stupid heart can't fight it, fight it, uh-uh || So, tell me what you want and I'ma give it to ya || Like lightning
LOVE LOVE LOVE - OF MONSTERS AND MEN
Well, maybe I'm a crook for stealing your heart away || Yeah, maybe I'm a crook for not caring for it | Yeah, maybe I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad person || Well, baby I know || And these fingertips || Will never run through your skin || And those bright blue eyes || Can only meet mine across a room || Filled with people that are less important than you || Oh, 'cause you love, love, love || When you know I can't love || You love, love, love || When you know I can't love || You love, love, love || When you know I can't love you
CRY ME A RIVER - JULIE LONDON
You drove me, nearly drove me out of my head || While you never shed a tear || Remember, I remember all that you said || Told me love was too plebeian || Told me you were through with me and || Now you say you love me || Well, just to prove you do || Come on and cry me a river, cry me a river || I cried a river over you
@gcxingsuprnva 𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙾𝙲𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚂
The Slowest Burns Go the Deepest: Closed Rp
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Cashmere wasn't new to Hell by any means. He'd been here a little while , and while he'd never claim it was easy, he'd carved a space out for himself at his small tailor shop and was avoiding making waves with those currently in power by winning them over with lovely clothes and service. Today felt different, he could feel it and found himself walking the streets, when he heard the all too familiar sound of a soul being dropped into Hell. It was always such a sight, the first moments as they took in their situation..., He remembered being there himself and this time...well. The sinner would find someone kneeling down to them, offering a hand. "Take a moment" He said softly, hand held out steady since this one...seemed to have had a drastic form change. "Your whole world has just changed... it'll be alright though.."
Fallen from the sky like the Morningstar himself, Alastor had met a gruesome end only to be thrust into a gruesome beginning. Without any instruction on his powers and a headache that seemed to penetrate the entire way through his skull, there was no way that he was going to land with grace. But he tried. Something told him to focus even if focusing was impossible, to use his intentions and challenge gravity.
It partially worked, but it didn’t save him.
Shadows cushioned the blow, but his bones still broke. His clothes still shredded down to the skin as he ricocheted over concrete. For a moment he just laid there, until a voice startled him.
Alastor scrambled back with kicking hooves, mouth pulled into a snarl of a smile. Who was it- who? He had been hiding a body. If someone found him- no. That wasn’t-
He froze, his eyes locking on what appeared to be… some hybrid of a spider and a man. Regardless of the horror of it all, Alastor recognized the gesture as friendly. He tried to move his arm to reciprocate. Broken. The other one moved just as poorly. His legs still worked, his arms and ribs broke his fall. Did he reveal that he couldn’t move them?
He shut his eyes, ears pinning back as he took the moment offered, the moment he needed. He wanted to ask what the beast what he was, but that wasn’t complimentary enough. If he wanted to survive he would be relying on him.
“Where am I?”
✘ - Oh he jumped! That was interesting. Lowering his hand, Alex hummed, his every movement was studied. This one was at least an inch shorter than him and didn't have this wavy or curly hair, and no freckles or the birth beauty mark on his face. They were different enough anyway. This one was also wearing shoes and he wasn't.
" Do not burden yourself with the decision of what to do in this situation. I am you, but not quite you. You are me, but not quite me at all. You are Alastor the radio demon to this Hell. I am Alastor the radio demon to my own Hell. So in a way yes, we are each other.... but not in the way you might assume. " Alex laughed with a shrug and a hum.
The microphone in his hand spoke.
ⱤłĐĐⱠɆ₴ ₮ⱧɆ Ɽ₳ĐłØ ĐɆ₥Ø₦ ₴₱Ɇ₳₭₴ ł₦ ⱤłĐĐⱠɆ₴ ₩Ⱨ₳₮ ĐØɆ₴ ł₮ ₥Ɇ₳₦!
Taking a step back from him, he extended out a hand. " Pleasure to be meeting you darling. "
Alastor took in his double, or rather, his look-alike. They did have a few key differences that made him wonder if this was some sort of audacious imposter looking to have their head torn from their body. But the microphone capable of speech did give him pause, as did the hand extended. Narrowed eyes flicked downwards before he extended an arm forward, gently resting his palm in the one left open for him. A soft landing. “A pleasure.”
Still, his explanation left more questions than answers.
“ Your own hell? That implies that there are multiple, does it not? How? It also begs the question: how exactly do you know this and I don’t? What potential have you unlocked that I’ve… yet to.” Because he couldn’t have possibly failed in some way. He simply had yet to achieve all that he was capable of.
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HEADCANONS ➻ @ambers-stitch-n-bitch
◆ The first thing you ever killed happened to be a rabbit. It reduced you to tears for days, which of course displeased father. Most things did. You still rather adore rabbits. Their skulls are the cutest. ◆
Bare minimum, they should trust him with the phone calls. No one in Hell expects good customer service, but they’d predictably understood where Vox’s rage would funnel were he allowed to connect with the populace —you know, the people you wanted to blow up? Like us, too? —and so Vox’s day-to-day is now the upkeep of himself, and the upkeep of the tower (also himself).
He’d made them lunch, or something. He doesn’t remember what was on the plate, or what tools he’d used to cook it, if he’d cooked at all rather than using the microwave; what their reactions were or whether they’d enjoyed their meals. All he recalls is that his hand had brushed Valentino’s at one point, and it’d been the first time they’d touched that week.
His floor is a grim and hollowed out skeleton of what it was before, its sinister pride somber and desecrated by its master’s own blight. The lights glow hesitantly, and any near his heavy steps snuff themselves out obediently, only to flicker on disobediently behind him. There is a dim path to where he walks, and the sliding doors of his bedroom click open like a rolling eye.
“…Okay. So I’m going completely crazy, then.”
Alastor wouldn’t waste time warming his seat for him —he’s not that nice. Whatever he says passes by Vox like dead air. He heads direct to his alcohol cabinet, swiping the first-seen bottle off the shelf and popping the cork. His cables drape down to the floor behind him, fetching him a glass, and he looks at Alastor once it’s full to below the rim.
“You’ve got until I get really drunk to say your piece, ‘cause I’m sure you’ll be gone by then.” He takes a step forwards, then rocks back on his heel, nerves skittering across his back. He wants to take a seat, but that might make this real. Alastor might not disappear. He sips his drink cautiously. While the rest of his body is slack and ambling, his antennas are now perked straight and alert, not yet hidden under a hat.
He had known it simply by seeing the state that Vox’s room had taken, but the moment he walked through the door only confirmed it. The overlord who once called him a friend had disintegrated, hollowed out into a specter of himself. It should have made Alastor happy, should have made him laugh, but it didn’t. Not immediately anyway. No, that laughter didn’t come until Vox opened his mouth, his movements and speech so blasé that it kicked the radio demon’s funny bone. But he hadn’t come here to laugh at him. Not that it ever stopped him before, so, he did giggle. Under his hand and muffled but it was there. The first laugh he’d had on Vox’s behalf in nearly seventy years that wasn’t tinged with some sort of malice – just at his deadpan mannerisms. How queer. “Well perhaps you are, but I don’t intend to leave so soon, regardless,” he replied, standing up from his chair to slink across the gap between them as shadow. There was a pause as he considered the liquor cabinet, decided against it, and then moved to gently rest a hand at Vox’s elbow as if to say ‘See? I’m real.’ Falling back a few paces, he leaned against a wall, considering. And considering… and considering. The silence stretched for a few measures too long. Now that he had Vox where he wanted him, what was there to say really? He couldn’t very well tell the man that he had been having nightmares about him, that it was his face plastered to the ceiling and the walls when Alastor woke up frozen-limbed. ‘You’ve been on my mind’ barely covered it, and really might be the most demented way he could ever broach the subject. He closed his eyes, took a breath in and exhaled in a sharp huff. “You’re frustrating,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose immediately after. He didn’t come here to insult him either. “No- that’s. This is frustrating. That would be more accurate to say. Give me a moment.” He never needed a moment.
“I don’t like what happened. To you. Between us. I knew that you would spin out, I was counting on as much — don’t get me wrong. But I never thought it would be so,” he stopped, started again. “Total. I never imagined you would want to…” Die. The word sat on his tongue, but he kept it held in just a little bit longer. “You of all people. You’re so stubborn and bull headed and- why? Would it really be worth it? For everything you’ve accomplished to be reduced to ashes just to see me gone? For you to die? I never wanted that. How could you?” That wasn’t fair. He knew it wasn’t fair the moment he said it. “If I had known that would have been the outcome I would have…” Would he have done anything differently? If he looked at the answer plainly he would find something absolutely disgusting, and he knew he would.
“Never like that, do you understand me?” And he was making demands now! Lovely. Surely that would go as smoothly as milk left out in a parking lot for several days. He needed to go. This was a farce and an utter failure, and it had been his folly to not prepare. “Goodnight.” And he started off for the windows.
Is. Is the room getting darker or has he actually lost his mind? Both seem equally possible. Dr. Carrard makes every effort not to look up from what he's doing, but his efforts fail in the end and he turns his head just enough to look at the radio demon. He attempts some kind of retort but can't think of anything particularly clever and only manages, "it's nothing, you understand! nothing of concern, in any case! and besides that, i'm not tired! so whatever it is you are implying, it just will not be working on me!"
Wrong answer! There are tendrils snaking up the doctor’s legs, beginning to encompass him like ropes of shadow. It’s the first time he’s really, really pushed against Percy and he thinks it’s well deserved. Whatever is happening with him sounds phlegmatic, and while he knows that nothing short of angelic steel can truly kill him, he doesn’t appreciate the needless suffering.
“Isn't that just unfortunate. You’re not a very good liar I’m afraid. And I’m not implying anything, I’m saying to you rather directly that I know there’s something wrong with you that you’re trying to push past. Is the work so important that it won’t be here in a day? Hm? You have all of eternity, need I remind you.”
He takes a deep breath. It kind of seems like he winces? But it's hard to tell with the mask and all. Dr. Carrard rubs a hand lightly over his chest and then goes back to what he was doing.
“Have you considered that perhaps it's time to rest, dear? One's chest hurting is usually a precursor for death, or at the very least, something ohhh. Unpleasant,” he said, batting his eyelashes just a bit before tilting his head with a smile, drawing closer like some sort of stalking cat as opposed to a prey animal. Why is the room getting darker. “Come to think of it, I don't think I've seen you not working in what… a few days? Does that sound right, doctor?”
@rheddradio ➻ plotted
A carnival had come to the pride ring, giving way to fun for all of the remaining hotel guests and staff. Alastor, however, wanted precious little to do with the whole affair and so he was taking a much needed sensory break in the one place that often fell silent in a carnival ; The Hall of Mirrors.
He found them quite enjoyable, really, for the aforementioned quiet and the challenge of going through a maze. They tended to be too simple. Dragging his hooves through the halls he took a leisurely pace, finding all of his reflections in order except for… one. Drawing closer, he tilted his head, trying to figure how on earth the light had been bent to show him what he was seeing.
“… " he could hear the breathing of another being. “What are you?”
kate bush : hounds of love album … sentence starters
“It’s you and me.”
“It doesn’t hurt me.”
“You must wake up!”
“Oh, come on, angel.”
“I know your face well.”
“I love you better, now.”
“I’m still afraid to be there.”
“You don’t wanna hurt me.”
“I’ve always been a coward.”
“And I’d love to hold you, now.”
“Let me be weak, let me sleep.”
“Wake up, child! Pay attention!”
“Please be kind to my mistakes.”
“I can’t be left to my imagination.”
“You can’t hear what I am to you.”
“Do you wanna feel how it feels?“
“I don’t know what’s good for me.”
“The world was not cruel, but kind.”
“Oh, there is thunder in our hearts.”
“Tell me, we both matter, don’t we?”
“We’re looking at the big sky, honey.”
“I should have been home hours ago.”
“It’s coming for me, through the trees.”
“When you stand next to me, it’s all right.”
“You don’t hear what I’m saying, do you?”
“It’s you and me, baby, against the world.”
“I don’t know you and you don’t know me.”
“Let me steal this moment from you, now.”
“Oh, help me, someone, help me, please!”
“What made it special made it dangerous.”
“Get out of the waves, get out of the water!“
“I need to know what you have to say to me.”
“I don’t know what you are looking for in me.”
“It’s all right, darling, we can do this together.”
“Do you wanna know that it doesn’t hurt me?”
“But just saying it could even make it happen.”
“But every time it rains, you’re here in my head.”
“You never understood me. You never really tried.”
“I don’t know what I want, but my heart is leading.”
“I just know that something good is gonna happen!”
“Do you wanna hear about the deal that I’m making?”
“It’s not easy for me to give away a secret. It’s not safe.”
“There’s a ghost in our home, just watching you without me.”
“When I was a child, I was running in the night, afraid of what might be.”
“She knows that I’ve been doing something wrong, but she won’t say anything.”
“And if I only could, I’d make a deal with God, and I’d get him to swap our places.”
psa: if you ever send me a meme & i don’t answer it, it’s never because i’ve seen it & gone “oh, it’s them”. if i can’t think of a response to a meme right away, i usually keep it in my inbox, or save it to my drafts, & then wait until i get an idea to answer it. or sometimes if i just can’t think of anything at all, or a few people sent in the same one ( sentence memes ) and i can’t think of enough ways to make each unique, then i’ll just end up deleting it. but that never means i don’t want to roleplay with you, or that you can never send another meme in, or ask to thread. just so you buttercups know !!
❝ 𝐵𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 .ᐣ 𝐼 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑢𝑛ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑓. 𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠. ❞ alastor coming into hell was WAY before his time. actually, pretty much all of these overlords were before his time. damn. there's a lot of old people in hell. some real fossils in here ! anyway !
❝ I shouldn't have, but not like ya could've stopped me even you told me not to ! Ya know that already though ~ ❞ he laughed and smiled wider at him. finger tapping at his chin in thought. ❝ Hmmm ? Where DID I get that little skull from ? Hm ? Hmmmmm ? OH ! That's right ! A former employee that tried to steal stuff from my company. Thinks I didn't take safety measures on MY copyrighted material. Ridiculous, am I right ? But I don't need the skeleton to put a sinner into a new cartoon ! ❞
a chuckle came from him. hand resting upon his chest. one eye closing while he watched the circling alastor. not an ounce of worry upon his features. there should be, but he can handle himself. ❝ Oh how could I possibly refuse a fan like you ! ❞ his elbows are leaning on a table that just suddenly appeared. don't ask where it came from, he won't say. chin resting upon the back of interlocking hands. ❝ I bet a real fan, such as yourself, would absolutely LOVE to see how a cartoon is made ! A once in a lifetime opportunity ! Whaddya say ? ❞
“Very ridiculous. Not reading the fine print was rather… bone-headed, wouldn’t you say,” Alastor giggled a bit before listening on as Jax drew out his sentences, all soft eyed. Given no blood with his water, the radio demon settled in at the table across from the other Overlord’s, mirroring him with one elbow propped up to tuck a hand under his chin.
“Who would I be to say no, Jax? Definitely not your biggest fan, which I most certainly am,” he drawled, playing into the narrative easily though his smile became needlepoint in warning. He did so love their little games, but enough insult and belittling him would lead to rougher ones. “Won’t you please demonstrate? For little old me?”
He summoned a pitcher of blood as well as one filled with sweet tea, both served chilled on ice. Leaving an empty cup for Jax he allowed his dear pal to choose, his own preference being the blood.
“Maybe your performance will make me nostalgic for my own. Oh but it’s been quite some time since I’ve rearranged a soul on broadcast, I could use some help… and it does oh so terribly lonely up in the booth.”
