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(its a human its a damn human how did he get in here what the hell does he want does he want anything is he planning anything better get him out of here as fast as possible)

Alastor could only smile as politely as he possibly could, though his eyes were cold as he couldn't help but .. Slightly dislike the disruption of his peace and quiet. Though.. He supposed that this new presence could also be somewhat entertaining, if he did his best..

Though right it would be best to not terrify this little critter to much, and be at least a little bit polite. Polite enough to not scare him off, that is. At least the guy seemed brave enough. Well, at least for now.

".. Don't worry about it. I mean, everyone get's lost sometimes and has to ask for help if they do, right? It's not much of a problem; I'm more than willing to help you out of your predicament."

He let out something of a cough, before he moved just enough to make his own form less shrouded in the shadows around them and make himself just a tad bit more visible as to try and not to creep out the small thing further than it probably already was.

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Sharp Edge

Hibiki grunted as he barely managed to open his eyes. He sucked in air with painful, long and slow gasps while massaging the throbbing sides of his head. After a while the pain torturing his whole body lessened and with some huffs and growls he was able to raise from the ground. Stunned, he looked at his surroundings, and one at one thing in particular.

"A castle…?" Hibiki mumbled as he looked up at the enormous fortress. It’s size made him feel like he was nothing. How had he gotten here? He had no memory of this castle or what had happened before his arrival. More and more questions troubled his head as he started to move. He had no idea what was going on, but his best shot at getting answers would be by looking for someone. It was because of that Hibiki soon found himself wondering inside the castle, looking for help.

"H-Hello…? Anyone there? I seem to be lost. Where is this place? … Anyone?"

It wasn't often that there were visitors in the castle; In fact, this new presence was the only other presence that had visited this place in.. Well, ages.

So, if he had to be very fair, hearing a different voice echo throughout the halls that wasn't his own (not that he talked to himself that would've been dumb no one in their right mind does that) was.. Quite the odd thing to hear, and the devil couldn't help but stop dead in his tracks and close his book with a soft, distinct snap and turning his head into the direction of where the voice had come from.

The form of the stranger had already been noticed (it wasn't hard to at all it was right there he wasn't good at hiding at all was he), and Alastor couldn't help but stand still right in the middle of the dark hallway and keep bright eyes focused on the new presence, before something of a grin appeared and his own voice echoed around the hallways;

".. There is no need to yell like that, you know. This place echoes quite a lot, you see, and I could hear your voice halls and halls away from here! It's quite the annoying sound.. What do you need, stranger? Besides directions, that is, because you obviously do not belong here."

thedeathsadvocate

Boring? Well, she knew they could be boring. “I had to work there for the day once to pay for something. It was pretty boring, but more so because it seemed like nobody wanted to buy anything that day to keep me busy.” She shrugged. “It can be nice to look around though. Who knows, maybe you’ll find something you’ll like too.”

Though, she doubted it. It was hard to even tell what Alastor liked sometimes. Maybe it would be worth it to take notes whenever he mentioned something..

"Hm..I don’t think they’re too far off now. See the buildings over the next hill?"

The devil didn't really bother with giving an answer to her previous words, doubting that he'd find anything interesting or something that he'd.. Well, like, as she put it. Maybe, with some sort of strike of luck he'd find something. Though that only raised the question if he even would have the correct money..

Though he did tilt his head at the answer he had received, moving his gaze to where she had subtly told him to; ".. Over the next hill-..? Yes, I can. Is it there, perhaps? Or beyond that?"

#ic #[ yo you got some plushies ]#[ now you can sleep with them ]#[ B) ]#Anonymous

*drops Joe and Dead Master plushies on Alastor's head*

The devil freezes, taken off guard with this .. Odd 'event'. All he can do is stare at the plushies who had fallen down by now, arching a brow as he bowed down to pick them back up off the floor.

".. I can't help but wonder what I'm supposed to do with these."

thedeathsadvocate

His troubled face didn’t go unnoticed by Dead, and she was about to ask what was bothering him, before he brought up the shops. Oh, he was worried about that? Dead laughed. “Well, they’re a little bit of everything! They sell food and items of all kinds. Things people in this world need. Just like the shops from your home I’d think.” Not quite Dead.

Just casually avoiding the fact they sell large weaponry more casually than Earth ever would. He was used to her scythe being around right?

The troubled expression faded at that point, and all his face could betray at that point was something akin to skepticisim as one brow raised itself and he could only stare at her. ".. Hm? Really? Curious. I can't help but feel slight interest towards these shops, regardless of the.. Boring description you've given them."

"Then again, I guess shops most of the time are boring, with a few exceptions. Though I'm .. Rambling quite a bit. How far away from here are they located?"

"Of course! I get to spend time with the person I like the most— me! Well, you, but we’re almost the same devil, right?”

A soft huff escaped him, before he shrugged; ".. Almost, but not quite. Still different devils, still different beings. .. Anyhow. What were you planning to do right now, exactly?"

Someone should really... { Devil's Playground }

Someone should really take that phrase out of the human language. No offense. Rory grumbled to himself as he watched the man almost circle him like a vulture, his eyes always on him. That made him slightly uncomfortable, but he swallowed it down. It’s not like this guy has tried to kill him.. yet.

However, despite having a feeling what the answer was going to be from his question, he was still surprised to hear it. This guy really wasn’t from around here, but where the hell did he come from? How the hell did he get here?

"You’re in the Capital Wasteland, my friend." Rory started as he took a quick drag of his cig to ease his nerves, "or Washington D.C.. and this is the result of a nuclear war." He couldn’t really give the guy an explanation of the war itself, that was better answered by an older, pre-war ghoul, but he knew that war had happened and that the world had become decimated and ugly because of it.

"The wasteland is a dangerous place for someone like you." mostly referring to the mysterious man’s lack of knowledge of where he was and well… his authorial attitude could really rub some folks the wrong way.

The devil stopped dead in his tracks at the answers he received, and a hand was raised to place itself against his own cheek as he frowned just the smallest bit. ".. Hmm? Capital Wasteland? .. Nuclear war? Well, you guys sure did make a mess out of your world, didn't you? How silly." Was his reply as Alastor gave Rory a rather berating glare, as if the entire situation was somehow his fault.

But then, the devil simply let out something akin to a laugh, seemingly amused with the warning words the (probably?) human being gave him. ".. Dangerous place for someone like me? I think our opinions differ severely, my friend. I think I'll be just fine here, really! There is, ah.. Absolutely no need for worry. If I can even call that worry. I could also take it as a threat." Alastor murmured, the faint hints of a grin appearing upon his face as he placed his hands in his sides and tilted his head, his gaze still focused upon the stranger.

"Is it?"

Devil's Playground

'I take that back', he thought. This guy was definitely a priest. He had that entitled aura about him that he was used to seeing priests in the wastelands have, but he didn't mention a thing about our lord and savior, which was weird to him, but he did have a very particular way of talking. It was confident. Man, this guy could probably charm his way through some situations.. and people.

Alastor huh? Did he make it up on the spot? Rory noted the time he took to answer and it could only mean two things.. he made it up or he was reluctant to share.. either were fair assumptions. The wastelands made people nervous about telling anyone anything. When someone has your name, it can be used against you. Trust was definitely an issue. It was while the priest was thinking that Rory finally noticed his eyes.. they were.. pink? He had never seen eyes like that, not even on ghouls. He fumbled with his cigarette when he realized he was staring and glanced down.

Fuck. Great. Good going, Ro. Good impressions all around. Rory grumbled to himself before looking back at this Alastor. " Uh, me? .. Rory. Rory Tyler..." He paused for a moment, "You're not.. from around here.. are you?" that seemed like an odd question to him. Where else could he be from? The world was dead. What paradise could he have come from that you didn't expect to be shot at for scaring a bloke to death?

Well, it was certainly not a good first impression this 'Rory' was leaving behind, but it wasn't an entirely bad one either. So Alastor simply chose to ignore the silence that had fallen between them, chose to ignore the staring and chose to ignore the nervous vibe he got from the other.

At the question, the devil took the time to look around at the building and it's ruined looks, as if to confirm for himself that he, indeed, did not know the place. The moment he confirmed exactly that, his gaze went back to the taller and with a wry smile shook his head.

"No. I believe not. And judging by your question, you don't believe so either, do you?" Was his answer as he went to slowly move to another position rather than right in front of Rory, though he kept his gaze on the taller almost like a hawk.

"That brings me to the question. Where are we anyhow? Perhaps a name should suffice.. And, well, an explanation for why everything looks as it does. Unless you do not have an explanation. Which wouldn't surprise me; Especially after looking at you. No offense, of course!"

Devil's Playground

"JeESUS CHR--" Rory didn't even have a chance to finish his words as his legs threw him up and then proceeded to trip on themselves sending him backwards and on the ground again. Luckily, he didn't drop his cig either. Priorities. Rory fumbled to stand up again and act casual. He took this time to look at the mysterious stranger that had so suddenly appeared beside him, that was when he paused mid action. Who.. what was this guy? A priest? ..what would a priest be doing wandering the wasteland. He always saw them in towns, preaching to the townfolk and gathering followers, but he had never run into one outside of the 'safety' of towns.. Even then, this guy's clothes were really refined, not dirty or torn, and looked expensive. You got off at the wrong stop, friend. "You know, you can get shot that way!"

Rory brushed himself off, not that it mattered. It was more of a nervous gesture. He felt embarrassed from his yelling and tripping on himself. He really wondered how he was still alive sometimes. He was either really lucky or really -unlucky-. He kept his hand rested close to his gun, just in case this guy pulled out some kind of lazer pistol on him. Granted, he could have easily just put a bullet through his eyes when sneaking up on him.. so he wasn't originally intending to kill him. That was kind of a relief.

"Who are you...?" he tried to not sound as jumpy as he felt. He tried to tell himself to calm the fuck down, but at this point, it was like he couldn't even take a piss break without -something- happening.

#ic #actual 4th wall breaker alastor

Alastor's own posture seemed as casual as one could get, not surprised by the other's response at all; Even appearing to be amused by it as the wry smirk on his face turned into an actual smile. It was always an amusing situation whenever he scared someone to the point of stumbling and falling over.

"And me getting shot just wouldn't do, would it? I'll remember that there's a chance I'll get shot if I scare someone in this ruined place where the only human being I've encountered so far is you." Were his words, his attention not even on the jumpy stranger but rather on their surroundings.

However.. The next question did catch his attention back, bright gaze moving back to the face of the taller, seemingly giving his own answer some thought. He didn't feel like sharing much informaton about himself to someone he didn't know and didn't have the intention to know, but hey.. He had been the one to scare the guy out of his mind, had he not?

"Who I am? Curious question. I'm rather used to people knowing who I am. Ah, alas.. The name is Alastor. Now it's only acceptable you give me your name, as well. It's kind of boring to have to keep referring to you as stranger."

Devil's Playground

Sun. Fuck the sun. Rory could add that to the long list of things he hated these days. What good was it now? All it was doing to him was melting him to the wasteland dirt. Rory had lost count of how long he had been walking, it had at least been a couple days and he hadn’t seen a single sign of life since the last town. Not even a standing building to find shade and shelter. What a joke. Rory grumbled to himself as he pulled out another pack of RadAway. "Last one.. shit." better save it.

Rory put it back and instead pulled out a cigarette. He knew he had a decent amount of those left. He took a strong drag from it and blew out a circle of smoke. Beyond the circle, he could see what might be the silhouette of a building. Finally.

The building itself was, of course, run down. Cracked walls, rusted edges, but it was standing, and it had a roof. It looked like it could have been a warehouse. He almost wondered what it used to hold. Maybe whatever that was, it was still there.

Curious.

Rory walked his way around to the front door and picked the lock off the door. This was reassuring, that meant that there probably weren’t any raiders inside. The building felt bigger once inside and a wave of cool air hit him from the shade. This was perfect. and completely empty from what he could see. He could even sleep here without worry of a deathclaw trying to murder him when he slept. He threw his stuff down and sat against a support beam, taking another drag out of his cigarette and sighing out of relief.

The only thing that was for certain inside this warehouse, was that this new stranger certainly hadn't been the only one to have found out that the building contained cool air. Another presence had decided that this place was the perfect place to hide out for a while, trying to piece together the situation; Seeing as how he certainly hadn't counted on suddenly getting stranded in what appeared to be the most wrecked and abandoned place ever.

The moment the devil had heard the lock get picked and the door open, he'd retreated into the darker shadows and kept a sharp eye on the stranger entering the building; He didn't feel like having a conflict right here and right now. Especially not when he'd finally found a place that at least offered shade and cold.

It took a few moments of sheer examination before Alastor decided that, perhaps, this person could be worth his time; Perhaps the only person he'd get to see the next few hours if things kept going the way they were going. So the devil slid off the abandoned desk in the furthest corner of the entrance room, making as little noise as he could as he silently approached the support beam the stranger had installed himself against.

The moment he stood right behind the other was the moment where Alastor cleared his throat to get the other's attention, something akin of a wry smirk making it's way upon his face as his arms were crossed before his chest and staring down at the taller.

"Good evening. Normally, people give a place a more thorough examination to make sure there aren't any other beings present, you know."

"Because it’s a redhead that’s got you into this mood of yours, and it’ll be a better redhead that’ll get you out of it. Believe me!" With his tone of voice it’d be best said that Alastor was trying to sell such a person to his double. “Even if you don’t like the idea, we could at least hang out!”

A hand ran through his own hair as he seemed to give the taller's words at least some thought. ".. I guess I could at least play along with your little idea. If only if it's a mere way to kill the time for now, I suppose." He eventually murmured, hesitation clear. "You seem rather very enthusiastic about the idea of 'hanging out'."

"Yes I asked because I wanted to meet the male Nevan. I mean, it’s obvious." Alastor raised an eyebrow at his double. The attempt to aggravate him was completely lost; now he just thought his other self was being stupid.

"Now, have you met Kyrie? I asked that question first, and I’d appreciate it if you could honor that, thank you."

The smirk immediately vanished once more, the blank expression taking it's place again. "I have. Multiple one's. Don't strike my fancy, thank you very much." He grumbled, narrowing his eyes a small bit as a sigh escaped him. "Remind me why we're talking about all the redheads I have or have not met?"

"Awww, you don’t find them charming? I found one charming. Very nice, plays good music. She was hanging around with a blond, though, and I have no idea who he is. Anyway, right then. Have you met a girl named Kyrie?

"….. Wait run that by me again; did you just say you met a male Nevan?"

A smirk appeared on his face then. "Perhaps I said that, perhaps I didn't. Why exactly do you want to know for sure that I said that, my dear double? Did it tickle your fancy? Perhaps you would've liked to meet them, too?" Always shifting the attention off of his own troubles and onto others.

"It is too going to help. You just haven’t met any redheads lately, is all. I’ve got a bunch of ‘em falling at my feet, though. You remember Nevan? Or, well, have you even heard of Nevan?"

"Because I totally needed to know they were falling at your feet by the dozens. Very subtle." He grumbled, ".. And I have. I've met multiples. Mostly females, one of them male. Didn't like most of them."

#stylish-alastor #ill assume thats a hint

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[ is that a hint ]

"By having you meet a different redhead to help you unwind. Someone needs to teach you to take things easy, be a little more, you know, happy.”

"Because meeting another redhead is that easy and going to fix all the problems I have." He huffed, allowing a wry smile to appear on his face. "I don't think your solution to this 'problem' is going to help much, friend."