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Redemption is at hand. You need only put the effort in. I believe in all of you. Info   Swap Alastor ask/rp blog. Open to asks and roleplay alike. A slightly dressed down radio demon, he's wearing only a nice vest over a simple button-down. With his sleeves rolled to his elbows, his arms have several scars that appear to have been caused by some kind of holy weapon. And without his coat, that amazingly fluffy tail is on full display. Please don't touch it though. It's rude. And sensitive... He doesn't always smile, but he does try to stay positive and chipper for others' sake. Also, @red-velvet-bambi is a thing as well...

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People having fun with Alastor's shadow, Part 1

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@magicfeatherbean4

[quiione]

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[happy-hotelier]

Dove was curled up on the couch with a large tome in her arms, fast asleep as she held it close. She wanted to get more insight on the different rings of hell, possibly in the hopes of finding others like herself. She had been up most of the night reading, the early morning sun starting to creep in.

"Oh. Oh, dear... Miss Dove? Pardon, I don't mean to wake you, but... I think perhaps you'd be more comfortable in your room rather then sofa?"

[happy-hotelier]

"Ah... I see. Those are always the worst, I must commiserate on the subject. Is there anything I can do to help distract you?"

[happy-hotelier]

Azura walks into the lobby with a wide smile on her face. Accompanied with a black eye, also on her face. And possibly a broken left wrist.

“Alastor?!”

She calls out, feeling jovial enough to drop honorifics. She raises her right hand, which is carrying what looks to be magazines.

“I’ve brought another present!”

"Oh. Oh, dear... P-presents are all well and good, but what happened? Your eye... Your arm. Have you been fighting again??"

[happy-hotelier]

"Make up for? Did something happen? Because you're talking to the right person, if so, dear."

[azura-of-the-flame]

“Ah well, my late brother… he’s dead because of me, and I ruined my sister’s life. So, you could say I have a bad track record of hurting the people I love most.”

Azura clenched her fists in self disgust. She didn’t deserve friends…

[happy-hotelier]

"....Somehow I get the feeling that neither of these things were on purpose. If we're going speak of bad track records, that would be me and the plethora of people that I not only killed, but also ate. Very much on purpose."

[happy-hotelier]

Dove was curled up on the couch with a large tome in her arms, fast asleep as she held it close. She wanted to get more insight on the different rings of hell, possibly in the hopes of finding others like herself. She had been up most of the night reading, the early morning sun starting to creep in.

"Oh. Oh, dear... Miss Dove? Pardon, I don't mean to wake you, but... I think perhaps you'd be more comfortable in your room rather then sofa?"

[happy-hotelier]

"Oh, no, it's alright! I understand, you were half asleep, after all!" He waves it off, just as sheepish himself. "I only meant to, ah... To have you move to your room?"

[siempreminta]

She smiled out of embarrassment as she replied, "Actually, I couldn't sleep. So I stayed up to do some reading....and obviously I fell asleep..."

[happy-hotelier]

"Whatever works in getting you to sleep. Hopefully this time, you'll have better luck? It's early yet. A bit more sleep couldn't hurt."

[happy-hotelier]

*Stampy is chasing a little anon the size of nifty that's running around the hotel.*

*said anon has a jar and is giggling.*

"....I don't think I want to know."

[happy-hotelier]

"Mm. Good luck."

[stampy-offical]

"At least mob has only found coins and marbles..."

[happy-hotelier]

"At least...? It could certainly be worse, I suppose."

[happy-hotelier]

Azura walks into the lobby with a wide smile on her face. Accompanied with a black eye, also on her face. And possibly a broken left wrist.

“Alastor?!”

She calls out, feeling jovial enough to drop honorifics. She raises her right hand, which is carrying what looks to be magazines.

“I’ve brought another present!”

"Oh. Oh, dear... P-presents are all well and good, but what happened? Your eye... Your arm. Have you been fighting again??"

[happy-hotelier]

"Make up for? Did something happen? Because you're talking to the right person, if so, dear."

[happy-hotelier]

Cass is angrily typing on her phone as she walks throughout the hallways. Whatever she is so angry at must have taken her whole attention, because she doesn’t even see Alastor until she bumps into him.

“Oh no! I-I, I’m so sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry!”

She looks frightened of his reaction.

"Oh! It's alright, dear! Accidents do happen! Nobody's been hurt, yes? There's nothing to worry about."

[happy-hotelier]

Dove was curled up on the couch with a large tome in her arms, fast asleep as she held it close. She wanted to get more insight on the different rings of hell, possibly in the hopes of finding others like herself. She had been up most of the night reading, the early morning sun starting to creep in.

"Oh. Oh, dear... Miss Dove? Pardon, I don't mean to wake you, but... I think perhaps you'd be more comfortable in your room rather then sofa?"

[happy-hotelier]

"Oh, no, it's alright! I understand, you were half asleep, after all!" He waves it off, just as sheepish himself. "I only meant to, ah... To have you move to your room?"

[happy-hotelier]

*Stampy is chasing a little anon the size of nifty that's running around the hotel.*

*said anon has a jar and is giggling.*

"....I don't think I want to know."

[happy-hotelier]

"Mm. Good luck."

[happy-hotelier]

Azura walks into the lobby with a wide smile on her face. Accompanied with a black eye, also on her face. And possibly a broken left wrist.

“Alastor?!”

She calls out, feeling jovial enough to drop honorifics. She raises her right hand, which is carrying what looks to be magazines.

“I’ve brought another present!”

"Oh. Oh, dear... P-presents are all well and good, but what happened? Your eye... Your arm. Have you been fighting again??"

[happy-hotelier]

"Well... It couldn't hurt to ask, this is true. But there's no need to go out of your way. Because, ah... If they do manage to get redeemed, wouldn't that affect your contracts with them?"

[azura-of-the-flame]

She shrugs.

“I would rather that they be happy than anything else. Mostly my contracts are for them to stop trying to kill me so we can be friends.”

[happy-hotelier]

"Ha... I see. You're a very kind individual, aren't you?"

[happy-hotelier]

Dove was curled up on the couch with a large tome in her arms, fast asleep as she held it close. She wanted to get more insight on the different rings of hell, possibly in the hopes of finding others like herself. She had been up most of the night reading, the early morning sun starting to creep in.

"Oh. Oh, dear... Miss Dove? Pardon, I don't mean to wake you, but... I think perhaps you'd be more comfortable in your room rather then sofa?"

[siempreminta]

She groaned in her sleep as she curled herself more around the tome, mumbling from the cushions, "Five more minutes...."

[happy-hotelier]

Chuckling quietly, he tugs at her wrist. "You can go back to sleep as soon as you get to your room. You're going to hurt your spine sleeping down here."

[siempreminta]

Subconsciously, she grabbed his hand and held it close. Her grip wasn't tight, but it was strong enough to pull him in like a stuff animal.

[happy-hotelier]

"Er..." He hunches over, trying to keep from being dragged down atop the woman. "E-excuse me, but... Can I get you to let me go? Please?"

[happy-hotelier]

Azura walks into the lobby with a wide smile on her face. Accompanied with a black eye, also on her face. And possibly a broken left wrist.

“Alastor?!”

She calls out, feeling jovial enough to drop honorifics. She raises her right hand, which is carrying what looks to be magazines.

“I’ve brought another present!”

"Oh. Oh, dear... P-presents are all well and good, but what happened? Your eye... Your arm. Have you been fighting again??"

[happy-hotelier]

"Well... It couldn't hurt to ask, this is true. But there's no need to go out of your way. Because, ah... If they do manage to get redeemed, wouldn't that affect your contracts with them?"

[happy-hotelier]

*Stampy is chasing a little anon the size of nifty that's running around the hotel.*

*said anon has a jar and is giggling.*

"....I don't think I want to know."

[stampy-offical]

*stampy grabs him*

"This is Mob anon. He somehow met a person in heaven that's merciful to the sinners. And after being given a penny he collects Shiney stuff. Problem is he somehow got a glass eye in there."

[happy-hotelier]

"I see...? I suppose that must belong to someone then..."

[stampy-offical]

"Problem is I don't know who's it is."

[happy-hotelier]

"Well.... Once you've gotten it back, you can put up notice somewhere about it?"

[happy-hotelier]

Dove was curled up on the couch with a large tome in her arms, fast asleep as she held it close. She wanted to get more insight on the different rings of hell, possibly in the hopes of finding others like herself. She had been up most of the night reading, the early morning sun starting to creep in.

"Oh. Oh, dear... Miss Dove? Pardon, I don't mean to wake you, but... I think perhaps you'd be more comfortable in your room rather then sofa?"

[siempreminta]

She groaned in her sleep as she curled herself more around the tome, mumbling from the cushions, "Five more minutes...."

[happy-hotelier]

Chuckling quietly, he tugs at her wrist. "You can go back to sleep as soon as you get to your room. You're going to hurt your spine sleeping down here."

[happy-hotelier]

*Stampy is chasing a little anon the size of nifty that's running around the hotel.*

*said anon has a jar and is giggling.*

"....I don't think I want to know."

[stampy-offical]

*stampy grabs him*

"This is Mob anon. He somehow met a person in heaven that's merciful to the sinners. And after being given a penny he collects Shiney stuff. Problem is he somehow got a glass eye in there."

[happy-hotelier]

"I see...? I suppose that must belong to someone then..."

[happy-hotelier]

Dove was curled up on the couch with a large tome in her arms, fast asleep as she held it close. She wanted to get more insight on the different rings of hell, possibly in the hopes of finding others like herself. She had been up most of the night reading, the early morning sun starting to creep in.

"Oh. Oh, dear... Miss Dove? Pardon, I don't mean to wake you, but... I think perhaps you'd be more comfortable in your room rather then sofa?"