The Radio Demon

Alastor roleplay blog

[killer-radio-host]

Salutations my dear listeners.

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[killer-radio-host]

Loney Al Rp Starter cuz I'm bored and have nothing to do plus this blog hasn't got any interaction so there is no lore with this one anyone is welcome to interact

It's a quiet night the old radio hummed weakly in the silence static filling the empty space with hushed sounds. Alastor stood still his usual smile remaining on his face but it felt oddly empty today

yeah thats the funny thing about Hell...he said softly adjusting his gloves avoiding looking up at you. You can stand in a crowd of thousands and still feel completely alone.

His eyes shifted away for a moment before his grin returned but something about it seemed forced

Ah, but listen to me rambling. Pay no mind to me dear... He let out a quiet chuckle. Everyone expects the Radio Demon to keep smiling don't they?

[shoutingfr0mthetheatre]

「 ☆ "You don't have to smile. Its cool." Andi swings their legs up and down off the side of a table they were sat at. They got a drink, they only sit there watching it swirl in the glass for now. "If you don't want to, then you don't want to. I'll sit here either way." ☆ 」

「 ☆ They seem content with their statement. Little fireflies in the glass drink up the contents of their glass, their legs kicking up and down slowly, fascinated at his whole self-conversation. "You're fun to listen to. And you do a lot of talking, in a good way, I mean!" ☆ 」

(OOC: can change Andi's chat colour if it gets confusing!)

[killer-radio-host]

Alastor blinked, seemingly caught off guard by the statement. It lasted only a second before his grin widened again though this time it lacked some of its usual sharpness he looked toward Andi, watching their legs swing off the edge of the table.

You know, most people would be quite alarmed if I stopped smiling. He tapped a finger lightly against his cane. It's become something like a trademark he nods slightly at the comment about him talking silence has always been dreadfully boring to me. If one has a voice, one ought to use it desides... he said more quietly, when things get too quiet one starts thinking. And thinking can be rather unpleasant and lead to downfall

that Statment seemed to slip out before he could stop it. He quickly straightened up, his smile returning to its usual act of confidence

But enough of that We shouldn't ruin the evening with suck melancholy He looked back at Andi, his eyes softening despite himself. Though I must admit... your company is appreciated. More than you might realize.

(OOC: no it's alright, also I apologize if I do use words the wrong way my gramer sucks)

[shoutingfr0mthetheatre]

「☆ Andorra laughs, "I get it! Would be weird for my hair to not glow either. I'd get lonely too." Sliding the empty glass away now, they stick to their on-counter seat wanting to feel taller compared to Alastor. Twirling one of their hairs, it glows a bit brighter, and Andi's hand twitches as if it was tickling them back. "Better out here, then toughening it through the night in my room anyway." Their voice deepens, emphasising the toughness statement. ☆」

「☆ They hadn't seem to notice the quietened words of overthinking, head in the clouds with their own thoughts for a second. Andi does tilt their head, delightfully scrunching their face up with apprecation for being good company for Alastor. Though it changes to something more hoping of promise. "..Don't tell Shack I've been up though. Pretty please. I don't wanna be scolded for not staying put, he gets worried about me. I don't want him to worry about me." Crossing their arms, they look at their glass and the bottles behind the counter. Andi really wants another drink. ☆ 」

[OOC: yeah don't worry about it! You're doing good I can understand you just fine! /pos]

[killer-radio-host]

You know, comparing my smile to your glowing hair is perhaps the most flattering comparison I've received in quite some time.He chuckled. Far more creative than being compared to a deer, a radio, or some manner of eldritch nightmare...

His gaze drifted to their hand as it moved with their hair

Though I suppose we all have our unique little lights don't we? things that make us recognizable but also things people expect from us that would be weird if it wasn't a normal for us

At the mention of Shack, Alastor raised an eyebrow. a caretaker? or simply someone who worries himself sick over you?

also my dear I am many things. A gentleman. A host. A terrifying overlord. but I am not generally in the business of tattling your secret is safe with me

Then his eyes flickered toward the empty glass they kept looking at.

but the fact that you appear to be contemplating another drink as if it's the answer to one of life's great mysteries does not escape me and judging by the way your eyes keep drifting toward those bottles I'd wager you've already made your decision and are merely attempting to talk yourself out of it

[shoutingfr0mthetheatre]

「 ☆ "...I don't like sleeping..." They whine, looking at the glass, "but he insists I try and its so stupid! Because I then just wake up crying and he's back at the theatre asleep and I'm here and people bang on the walls if I'm too loud." Deep breath in and out. "I'm just better staying up." Andorra shakes their hands about, flapping them as they look a bit distressed over discussing it. ☆ 」

「 ☆ They do remain decided, spinning and getting a bottle of something from behind. Pouring the drink out, a firefly already sticks inside the glass, giving the liquid a bioilluminescent glow. Only then do they look at Alastor with an apologetic chuckle. "I'm sorry, I thought I was done with melancholy." ☆ 」

[killer-radio-host]

he nods understanding where they are coming from,

I understand, it just seems like it's easier to just stay awake then add to peoples problems with you

Alastor glances at the bottles behind them obviously thinking about getting himself a drink, he taps on his cane trying to reason with himself and wondering why he was sharing all this, he shouldn't talk to people it just shows weekness.

it's alright it's had to stay out of that when there's not much to talk about

[shoutingfr0mthetheatre]

「 ☆ "Yeah.." They wipe at their face, glancing down at the glass. "I didn't think we'd get all sappy here. Heh- I can't keep an eye on my emotions even when they're obvious, its not fair." Andorra looks at Alastor. "How do you do it so wellll? Teach me your ways." Their hair glowing faintly purple, going from a blue wallowing in their misfortunes. They seem intrigued though, how does he keep it all under wraps while they have to wear theirs like a badge of dishonor? Andi lean over to Alastor, trying not to fall from the spot they were sat onto their face. ☆ 」

[killer-radio-host]

being sappy is easy to do for some keeping emotions in check is hard to do and a lot or sinners cant.

static guns in the air around them when hes asked about how he keeps his emotions in check.

My ways huh? he chuckles I don't have a way to do so I just so I won't let people see what's inside I'd weak

[killer-radio-host]

Loney Al Rp Starter cuz I'm bored and have nothing to do plus this blog hasn't got any interaction so there is no lore with this one anyone is welcome to interact

It's a quiet night the old radio hummed weakly in the silence static filling the empty space with hushed sounds. Alastor stood still his usual smile remaining on his face but it felt oddly empty today

yeah thats the funny thing about Hell...he said softly adjusting his gloves avoiding looking up at you. You can stand in a crowd of thousands and still feel completely alone.

His eyes shifted away for a moment before his grin returned but something about it seemed forced

Ah, but listen to me rambling. Pay no mind to me dear... He let out a quiet chuckle. Everyone expects the Radio Demon to keep smiling don't they?

[shoutingfr0mthetheatre]

「 ☆ "You don't have to smile. Its cool." Andi swings their legs up and down off the side of a table they were sat at. They got a drink, they only sit there watching it swirl in the glass for now. "If you don't want to, then you don't want to. I'll sit here either way." ☆ 」

「 ☆ They seem content with their statement. Little fireflies in the glass drink up the contents of their glass, their legs kicking up and down slowly, fascinated at his whole self-conversation. "You're fun to listen to. And you do a lot of talking, in a good way, I mean!" ☆ 」

(OOC: can change Andi's chat colour if it gets confusing!)

[killer-radio-host]

Alastor blinked, seemingly caught off guard by the statement. It lasted only a second before his grin widened again though this time it lacked some of its usual sharpness he looked toward Andi, watching their legs swing off the edge of the table.

You know, most people would be quite alarmed if I stopped smiling. He tapped a finger lightly against his cane. It's become something like a trademark he nods slightly at the comment about him talking silence has always been dreadfully boring to me. If one has a voice, one ought to use it desides... he said more quietly, when things get too quiet one starts thinking. And thinking can be rather unpleasant and lead to downfall

that Statment seemed to slip out before he could stop it. He quickly straightened up, his smile returning to its usual act of confidence

But enough of that We shouldn't ruin the evening with suck melancholy He looked back at Andi, his eyes softening despite himself. Though I must admit... your company is appreciated. More than you might realize.

(OOC: no it's alright, also I apologize if I do use words the wrong way my gramer sucks)

[shoutingfr0mthetheatre]

「☆ Andorra laughs, "I get it! Would be weird for my hair to not glow either. I'd get lonely too." Sliding the empty glass away now, they stick to their on-counter seat wanting to feel taller compared to Alastor. Twirling one of their hairs, it glows a bit brighter, and Andi's hand twitches as if it was tickling them back. "Better out here, then toughening it through the night in my room anyway." Their voice deepens, emphasising the toughness statement. ☆」

「☆ They hadn't seem to notice the quietened words of overthinking, head in the clouds with their own thoughts for a second. Andi does tilt their head, delightfully scrunching their face up with apprecation for being good company for Alastor. Though it changes to something more hoping of promise. "..Don't tell Shack I've been up though. Pretty please. I don't wanna be scolded for not staying put, he gets worried about me. I don't want him to worry about me." Crossing their arms, they look at their glass and the bottles behind the counter. Andi really wants another drink. ☆ 」

[OOC: yeah don't worry about it! You're doing good I can understand you just fine! /pos]

[killer-radio-host]

You know, comparing my smile to your glowing hair is perhaps the most flattering comparison I've received in quite some time.He chuckled. Far more creative than being compared to a deer, a radio, or some manner of eldritch nightmare...

His gaze drifted to their hand as it moved with their hair

Though I suppose we all have our unique little lights don't we? things that make us recognizable but also things people expect from us that would be weird if it wasn't a normal for us

At the mention of Shack, Alastor raised an eyebrow. a caretaker? or simply someone who worries himself sick over you?

also my dear I am many things. A gentleman. A host. A terrifying overlord. but I am not generally in the business of tattling your secret is safe with me

Then his eyes flickered toward the empty glass they kept looking at.

but the fact that you appear to be contemplating another drink as if it's the answer to one of life's great mysteries does not escape me and judging by the way your eyes keep drifting toward those bottles I'd wager you've already made your decision and are merely attempting to talk yourself out of it

[shoutingfr0mthetheatre]

「 ☆ "...I don't like sleeping..." They whine, looking at the glass, "but he insists I try and its so stupid! Because I then just wake up crying and he's back at the theatre asleep and I'm here and people bang on the walls if I'm too loud." Deep breath in and out. "I'm just better staying up." Andorra shakes their hands about, flapping them as they look a bit distressed over discussing it. ☆ 」

「 ☆ They do remain decided, spinning and getting a bottle of something from behind. Pouring the drink out, a firefly already sticks inside the glass, giving the liquid a bioilluminescent glow. Only then do they look at Alastor with an apologetic chuckle. "I'm sorry, I thought I was done with melancholy." ☆ 」

[killer-radio-host]

he nods understanding where they are coming from,

I understand, it just seems like it's easier to just stay awake then add to peoples problems with you

Alastor glances at the bottles behind them obviously thinking about getting himself a drink, he taps on his cane trying to reason with himself and wondering why he was sharing all this, he shouldn't talk to people it just shows weekness.

it's alright it's had to stay out of that when there's not much to talk about

[killer-radio-host]

Loney Al Rp Starter cuz I'm bored and have nothing to do plus this blog hasn't got any interaction so there is no lore with this one anyone is welcome to interact

It's a quiet night the old radio hummed weakly in the silence static filling the empty space with hushed sounds. Alastor stood still his usual smile remaining on his face but it felt oddly empty today

yeah thats the funny thing about Hell...he said softly adjusting his gloves avoiding looking up at you. You can stand in a crowd of thousands and still feel completely alone.

His eyes shifted away for a moment before his grin returned but something about it seemed forced

Ah, but listen to me rambling. Pay no mind to me dear... He let out a quiet chuckle. Everyone expects the Radio Demon to keep smiling don't they?

[shoutingfr0mthetheatre]

「 ☆ "You don't have to smile. Its cool." Andi swings their legs up and down off the side of a table they were sat at. They got a drink, they only sit there watching it swirl in the glass for now. "If you don't want to, then you don't want to. I'll sit here either way." ☆ 」

「 ☆ They seem content with their statement. Little fireflies in the glass drink up the contents of their glass, their legs kicking up and down slowly, fascinated at his whole self-conversation. "You're fun to listen to. And you do a lot of talking, in a good way, I mean!" ☆ 」

(OOC: can change Andi's chat colour if it gets confusing!)

[killer-radio-host]

Alastor blinked, seemingly caught off guard by the statement. It lasted only a second before his grin widened again though this time it lacked some of its usual sharpness he looked toward Andi, watching their legs swing off the edge of the table.

You know, most people would be quite alarmed if I stopped smiling. He tapped a finger lightly against his cane. It's become something like a trademark he nods slightly at the comment about him talking silence has always been dreadfully boring to me. If one has a voice, one ought to use it desides... he said more quietly, when things get too quiet one starts thinking. And thinking can be rather unpleasant and lead to downfall

that Statment seemed to slip out before he could stop it. He quickly straightened up, his smile returning to its usual act of confidence

But enough of that We shouldn't ruin the evening with suck melancholy He looked back at Andi, his eyes softening despite himself. Though I must admit... your company is appreciated. More than you might realize.

(OOC: no it's alright, also I apologize if I do use words the wrong way my gramer sucks)

[shoutingfr0mthetheatre]

「☆ Andorra laughs, "I get it! Would be weird for my hair to not glow either. I'd get lonely too." Sliding the empty glass away now, they stick to their on-counter seat wanting to feel taller compared to Alastor. Twirling one of their hairs, it glows a bit brighter, and Andi's hand twitches as if it was tickling them back. "Better out here, then toughening it through the night in my room anyway." Their voice deepens, emphasising the toughness statement. ☆」

「☆ They hadn't seem to notice the quietened words of overthinking, head in the clouds with their own thoughts for a second. Andi does tilt their head, delightfully scrunching their face up with apprecation for being good company for Alastor. Though it changes to something more hoping of promise. "..Don't tell Shack I've been up though. Pretty please. I don't wanna be scolded for not staying put, he gets worried about me. I don't want him to worry about me." Crossing their arms, they look at their glass and the bottles behind the counter. Andi really wants another drink. ☆ 」

[OOC: yeah don't worry about it! You're doing good I can understand you just fine! /pos]

[killer-radio-host]

You know, comparing my smile to your glowing hair is perhaps the most flattering comparison I've received in quite some time.He chuckled. Far more creative than being compared to a deer, a radio, or some manner of eldritch nightmare...

His gaze drifted to their hand as it moved with their hair

Though I suppose we all have our unique little lights don't we? things that make us recognizable but also things people expect from us that would be weird if it wasn't a normal for us

At the mention of Shack, Alastor raised an eyebrow. a caretaker? or simply someone who worries himself sick over you?

also my dear I am many things. A gentleman. A host. A terrifying overlord. but I am not generally in the business of tattling your secret is safe with me

Then his eyes flickered toward the empty glass they kept looking at.

but the fact that you appear to be contemplating another drink as if it's the answer to one of life's great mysteries does not escape me and judging by the way your eyes keep drifting toward those bottles I'd wager you've already made your decision and are merely attempting to talk yourself out of it

[killer-radio-host]

Loney Al Rp Starter cuz I'm bored and have nothing to do plus this blog hasn't got any interaction so there is no lore with this one anyone is welcome to interact

It's a quiet night the old radio hummed weakly in the silence static filling the empty space with hushed sounds. Alastor stood still his usual smile remaining on his face but it felt oddly empty today

yeah thats the funny thing about Hell...he said softly adjusting his gloves avoiding looking up at you. You can stand in a crowd of thousands and still feel completely alone.

His eyes shifted away for a moment before his grin returned but something about it seemed forced

Ah, but listen to me rambling. Pay no mind to me dear... He let out a quiet chuckle. Everyone expects the Radio Demon to keep smiling don't they?

[shoutingfr0mthetheatre]

「 ☆ "You don't have to smile. Its cool." Andi swings their legs up and down off the side of a table they were sat at. They got a drink, they only sit there watching it swirl in the glass for now. "If you don't want to, then you don't want to. I'll sit here either way." ☆ 」

「 ☆ They seem content with their statement. Little fireflies in the glass drink up the contents of their glass, their legs kicking up and down slowly, fascinated at his whole self-conversation. "You're fun to listen to. And you do a lot of talking, in a good way, I mean!" ☆ 」

(OOC: can change Andi's chat colour if it gets confusing!)

[killer-radio-host]

Alastor blinked, seemingly caught off guard by the statement. It lasted only a second before his grin widened again though this time it lacked some of its usual sharpness he looked toward Andi, watching their legs swing off the edge of the table.

You know, most people would be quite alarmed if I stopped smiling. He tapped a finger lightly against his cane. It's become something like a trademark he nods slightly at the comment about him talking silence has always been dreadfully boring to me. If one has a voice, one ought to use it desides... he said more quietly, when things get too quiet one starts thinking. And thinking can be rather unpleasant and lead to downfall

that Statment seemed to slip out before he could stop it. He quickly straightened up, his smile returning to its usual act of confidence

But enough of that We shouldn't ruin the evening with suck melancholy He looked back at Andi, his eyes softening despite himself. Though I must admit... your company is appreciated. More than you might realize.

(OOC: no it's alright, also I apologize if I do use words the wrong way my gramer sucks)

[killer-radio-host]

Loney Al Rp Starter cuz I'm bored and have nothing to do plus this blog hasn't got any interaction so there is no lore with this one anyone is welcome to interact

It's a quiet night the old radio hummed weakly in the silence static filling the empty space with hushed sounds. Alastor stood still his usual smile remaining on his face but it felt oddly empty today

yeah thats the funny thing about Hell...he said softly adjusting his gloves avoiding looking up at you. You can stand in a crowd of thousands and still feel completely alone.

His eyes shifted away for a moment before his grin returned but something about it seemed forced

Ah, but listen to me rambling. Pay no mind to me dear... He let out a quiet chuckle. Everyone expects the Radio Demon to keep smiling don't they?

[justademonicspawn]

Happy Pride Month

[killer-radio-host]

Good Pride month Dears

[killer-radio-host]

*walks up to Alastor covered in blood* excuse me good sir do you have a handkerchief a lady could barrow, my glasses are stained.

Alastor glances at her smiling like it’s nothing

Well well aren’t you a quite a sight

He hands you a handkerchief

Try not to ruin it I quite like it dear

[killer-radio-host]

R u gay

Be honest

Gay? Heh—no. just a demon with… particular taste plus love and friendship is over rated and makes you weak