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@spider-with-the-boots
Hiya, toots! Name's Angel Dust, but you can call me anythin' you'd like if da price is right~
My Angel Dust is around 23 years old, he/him but doesn't mind feminine terms (ex. pretty, gorgeous, ma'am, miss, etc.)! He's a bit flirty, kind of unprofessional over all but he's a sweet guy with just a liiiittle anxiety! I would say he's relatively Canon Compliant, with a couple little headcanons of my own
(If Fat Nuggets is brought up I'll RP out Fat Nuggets along side Angel!)
!! Open rp starter !!
Angel Dust stares at you having stopped him from going to his room after returning to the hotel after a night of work. His makeup is smudged with eyeliner running down his face, his clothes are wrinkled, his fluff is messed up and he looks exhausted.
"What? What could possibly be so important that you are keepin' me from goin' and collapsin' in bed and sleepin' 'til God knows when?" He sounded annoyed, and considering it was in the late hours of the night and he worked on what was supposed to be his day off, that annoyance was just.
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"Huh. Voodoo..." Angel mumbles under his breath, watching the chaos in front of the two before looking away feeling some sense of guilt in his gut despite this being revenge. He didn't know much of anything about voodoo, but he also didn't want to pry, figuring that if it could do something as severe at this, it wasn't something he should mess with.
"So uh... What next, Al?" He turns his attention to the deer. "Not gonna like, feelin' a little lost without a job," He laughed, more so out of awkwardness.
Alastor laughs lightly. "Afraid you're going to get bored no longer having to do sex work? I suppose I can provide you with some entertainment if you behave." The radio demon said with a hum as he started to guide Angel away from the carnage. Once they were a safe distance away he lowered the umbrella and it morphed into his staff that he used like a cane as he strolled down the street with his newest play thing.
"Lets just get you back to the hotel where you belong, my dear Angel. I'm sure you're eager to get back to your own space, your friends and your pet have missed you."
Now that Alastor puts it that way, Angel feels a bit silly for feeling lost now that he's no longer doing sex work. He sighs trying to let go of the underlying anxiety he has about the whole situation.
His mood does visibly brighten up at the mention of his pet at the very least. "Ohhhh my little Fat Nuggets! Oh my god he had to be so worried with me gone, fuck how could I have forgotten about him, I feel like such a bad pig parent." He gushes, glad he can have his beloved pet without worrying about him being used as leverage by Valentino.
// Just a thought that popped into my mind that I thought I'd yap about here! I know it's canon that Angel Dust was a mafia member when he was alive, and it can be assumed he was alive during the 1920s! It would be so cool if the show touched on that more, because (in my mind) he'd be Italian American! Let the spider speak some Italian!
When Angel's chain from Valentino he rested a hand on his upper chest, feeling a weight lift off of his shoulders. He jumped when Alastor manifested beside him, having been lost in thought, still processing that he was free from Valentino's contract. He just took the Radio Demon's hand and watched in awe at the flames and sprites making a very important mental note never to piss him off.
After a long moment, he speaks. "Y'know, it's kinda pretty in a way. The fire and stuff I mean. Don't think I've seen green fire before, but I assume that's account of your uh... Overlord magic or something?"
Alastor watched with radio static humming louder, something about the radio demon's aura made his presence feel all the more powerful. This defeat Valentino was dealing with, the loss of not only Angel's soul but many souls he owned would cripple the moth to the point of losing overlord status. Now it was down to one Vee and quite frankly Alastor didn't see her as a threat.
"Pretty? Why yes, it is." The radio demon agreed and looked up to his newest addition. Angel might not be of overlord status but he knew the arachnid will be useful. "My magic has always manifested as green, it's a common color with voodoo practices." He answered and watched for a bit longer, the sound of panicked screams and sinners being burned alive. Some fleeing the building, it was so very entertaining.
"Huh. Voodoo..." Angel mumbles under his breath, watching the chaos in front of the two before looking away feeling some sense of guilt in his gut despite this being revenge. He didn't know much of anything about voodoo, but he also didn't want to pry, figuring that if it could do something as severe at this, it wasn't something he should mess with.
"So uh... What next, Al?" He turns his attention to the deer. "Not gonna like, feelin' a little lost without a job," He laughed, more so out of awkwardness.
-- Open RP Starter! 18+ Only! --
Angel Dust was offered to work at the club tonight which he accepted begrudgingly. Valentino had been feeling generous and offered a bonus on top of not demanding him to work it. Then again, it was the club or filming.
He strutted through the crowd of people with confidence wearing a more risque outfit than he was known for, flirting with those who tried for his attention, but his station was the private rooms. He found one with out someone already working it and he slides into the room pulling the curtain closed and flipping the sign out front.
Leaning against the wall he puts on his best act, puffing his chest to make the fluff pop. "Heya, hot stuff, you ready for the best night of your.........." He turns his head to see the person in the room, voice trailing off as the recognition set in and he was dumbfounded.
"The fuck are you doin' here? In a private room of all things???" He sighs and mumbles, "Of course it had to be the night I was workin' too..."
-- Open RP Starter! 18+ Only! --
Husk hummed, looking at Angel with an arched brow.
"You sure Legs?" he asked, not wanting him to get in shit or anything.
"He won't... I dunno, come down harder on you or whatever?" he ran his hands gently up the other's calves again, sensing that he was helping Angel relax.
"I'd love ta get outta here with ya, yeah, but I wanna make sure you're not hurtin' yourself if we do."
Angel can't help himself from snickering at the wording. It was childish to laugh at something so simple, but at times he was a simple spider. "Nah, nah, I'll be alright, promise," he took a breath to get himself to stop giggling.
"All seriousness, Val will probably bitch about it to the other Vees and then come beggin'. Or demandin' but eh, not current me's problem." His casual demeanor about this suggests he's done this a few times now and at this point it should be expected of Angel.
Husk's face turns a little bit red at the spider's giggles, realizing what he's said. But he coughs, pretending to ignore it.
"Alright man, if you're sure." He released Angel's legs, getting ready to stand up.
"Where'd ya want to go, Legs? I'll follow you."
Angel swings his legs off of Husk's lap before standing and stretching. "Let's see where our feet take us. Yours led you here, so maybe we'll find some place cool. Or at the very least, we could grab drinks somewhere better."
He offers out a hand to Husk with a small smile, "Who would wanna stay in a dump like this anyways? Anyone could come in at any time and I'm good on shooing away someone and all that."
Husk chuckles, nodding his head. "Yeah, even Nifty could make better drinks than they serve here," he commented, looking at Angel's hand a moment. He extended his paw, and clasped the spider's fingers in it, a soft, small smile on his face in return.
"That's fair, man. Alright, yeah, let's go." he stood beside Angel, and stretched his wings out a bit, shaking them as if they were stiff. He never let go of Angel's hand, though.
Angel gave Husk's paw a gentle squeeze when he took his hand as he returned the smile. He hummed to himself as he led them through the crowd of people, out of the club and onto the street. As they're walking, he finally speaks, "Y'know, shame that we can't go to other rings, I heard Lust ring got some great spots for drinks."
Due to his line of work, he did know a bit more than the average sinner on the Lust ring. He turned his head, looking over at Husk, "I dunno if there's a spot 'round here that'd be up to your standards." He teased, but then again, Husk was his preferred bar tender.
Husk grinned, and followed along behind Angel as he led them through the crowds. When Angel spoke, he turned his head to listen to him.
"That's fair yeah, but ah, let's see where the night takes us. Worst case, we end up back at the hotel, and I'll mix for us." he grinned, knowing how much Angel enjoyed his drinks. He felt content, wandering the streets with Angel.
"But til then, where d'you think'd be a good place ta start?" he queried with a toothy grin.
Angel hummed in thought, letting his eyes wander around the scenery trying to spot out any place that was interesting to him. A lot were sleezy looking, which were his typical places when he was alone but he'd rather choose something better.
"What about that one? Doesn't seem too bad." He points out one with neon signs that didn't look as run down as some of the others they passed. Not the most classy, but it at least didn't have sinners stumbling out in a drunken haze. "Hotel doesn't seem like too bad of an option though, don't gotta worry about gettin' recognized by a fan, ya know?"
Husk hummed, nodding.
"I'd be happy to go back to the hotel, gives you less of a chance'a havin' to deal with your "adoring public"," he chuckled, and gave Angel's hand a squeeze. He knew that the spider often got stopped when he was out, and he knew how draining that was for him. So, maybe Husk could make it easier on him,
"How 'bout we go back, and I'll make a pitcher of Harder Daddy for us t'share?" he suggested Angel's favourite drink.
"Oooooh, that's such a good idea..." Angel nudges Husk gently with his shoulder as they walk and offers a small smile. "This is why we gotta hang out more, you balance out the bimbo in me."
He would never admit how odd it felt to have someone take him into consideration and bother to remember his favorite drink. He was just brushing it off. "Could also surprise me with a drink, or have whatever's your favorite."
"Noted, noted." He was a little flustered by Alastor caressing his face and his train of thought was derailed. "I'll uh, yeah... I'll see you soon, Al."
And as soon as the two part ways, Angel immediately begins executing his side of the plan. Being that he was a star model for Valentino, getting into the tower and into the moth's personal office with very little trouble along the way. He takes the pouch out of his fluff and examines it for a few moments before snatching a spare lighter on Val's desk and setting the pouch a blaze just as instructed.
"So long, asshole." He mumbles as he tossed the two items in the general direction of the desk and hurrying out. He feigned a missed appointment with the quizzical secretary saying not to worry about rescheduling and leaving the tower and leaning against a building across the street awaiting the radio demon's arrival.
// Hopefully the little "time skip" of sorts is cohesive! ^_^"
When the flame touched the pouch it turned to black and green and started seeping a void black smoke. What happened after Angel leaves the room is green flames shooting out of the small pouch like fireworks, where they land would then take vague humanoid forms like little fire sprites. They would race around digging through Valentino's office and burning everything they touched. The more they burned, the more they grew and would split to multiply.
By the time Angel made it out of the building the fire had found what they were looking for and the magenta chains of Valentino appeared on Angel then broke before poofing into pink smoke before vanishing. Alastor manifested from the shadows when the arachnid crossed the street like he was rising from an ink spill. "You did excellent, my dear." He told Angel and held out his hand. "Want to stay and watch for a bit? The fire should be seeking the moth out by this point-"
Alarms in the Vee tower started going off now and far above them the window to Valentino's office shattered and the green flames were raging. Alastor quickly manifested an umbrella and pulled Angel close, using it to protect them from the raining glass. A few stray flames also fell in the street with the glass that would then become little sprites that paused to look at Alastor before hurriedly racing towards the tower like excited children running onto a playground. The radio demon makes a sinister giggle as he watches his creations hurry off to burn more. "They will have a very difficult time trying to put out the fires."
When Angel's chain from Valentino he rested a hand on his upper chest, feeling a weight lift off of his shoulders. He jumped when Alastor manifested beside him, having been lost in thought, still processing that he was free from Valentino's contract. He just took the Radio Demon's hand and watched in awe at the flames and sprites making a very important mental note never to piss him off.
After a long moment, he speaks. "Y'know, it's kinda pretty in a way. The fire and stuff I mean. Don't think I've seen green fire before, but I assume that's account of your uh... Overlord magic or something?"
-- Open RP Starter! 18+ Only! --
Angel Dust was offered to work at the club tonight which he accepted begrudgingly. Valentino had been feeling generous and offered a bonus on top of not demanding him to work it. Then again, it was the club or filming.
He strutted through the crowd of people with confidence wearing a more risque outfit than he was known for, flirting with those who tried for his attention, but his station was the private rooms. He found one with out someone already working it and he slides into the room pulling the curtain closed and flipping the sign out front.
Leaning against the wall he puts on his best act, puffing his chest to make the fluff pop. "Heya, hot stuff, you ready for the best night of your.........." He turns his head to see the person in the room, voice trailing off as the recognition set in and he was dumbfounded.
"The fuck are you doin' here? In a private room of all things???" He sighs and mumbles, "Of course it had to be the night I was workin' too..."
-- Open RP Starter! 18+ Only! --
Husk hummed, looking at Angel with an arched brow.
"You sure Legs?" he asked, not wanting him to get in shit or anything.
"He won't... I dunno, come down harder on you or whatever?" he ran his hands gently up the other's calves again, sensing that he was helping Angel relax.
"I'd love ta get outta here with ya, yeah, but I wanna make sure you're not hurtin' yourself if we do."
Angel can't help himself from snickering at the wording. It was childish to laugh at something so simple, but at times he was a simple spider. "Nah, nah, I'll be alright, promise," he took a breath to get himself to stop giggling.
"All seriousness, Val will probably bitch about it to the other Vees and then come beggin'. Or demandin' but eh, not current me's problem." His casual demeanor about this suggests he's done this a few times now and at this point it should be expected of Angel.
Husk's face turns a little bit red at the spider's giggles, realizing what he's said. But he coughs, pretending to ignore it.
"Alright man, if you're sure." He released Angel's legs, getting ready to stand up.
"Where'd ya want to go, Legs? I'll follow you."
Angel swings his legs off of Husk's lap before standing and stretching. "Let's see where our feet take us. Yours led you here, so maybe we'll find some place cool. Or at the very least, we could grab drinks somewhere better."
He offers out a hand to Husk with a small smile, "Who would wanna stay in a dump like this anyways? Anyone could come in at any time and I'm good on shooing away someone and all that."
Husk chuckles, nodding his head. "Yeah, even Nifty could make better drinks than they serve here," he commented, looking at Angel's hand a moment. He extended his paw, and clasped the spider's fingers in it, a soft, small smile on his face in return.
"That's fair, man. Alright, yeah, let's go." he stood beside Angel, and stretched his wings out a bit, shaking them as if they were stiff. He never let go of Angel's hand, though.
Angel gave Husk's paw a gentle squeeze when he took his hand as he returned the smile. He hummed to himself as he led them through the crowd of people, out of the club and onto the street. As they're walking, he finally speaks, "Y'know, shame that we can't go to other rings, I heard Lust ring got some great spots for drinks."
Due to his line of work, he did know a bit more than the average sinner on the Lust ring. He turned his head, looking over at Husk, "I dunno if there's a spot 'round here that'd be up to your standards." He teased, but then again, Husk was his preferred bar tender.
Husk grinned, and followed along behind Angel as he led them through the crowds. When Angel spoke, he turned his head to listen to him.
"That's fair yeah, but ah, let's see where the night takes us. Worst case, we end up back at the hotel, and I'll mix for us." he grinned, knowing how much Angel enjoyed his drinks. He felt content, wandering the streets with Angel.
"But til then, where d'you think'd be a good place ta start?" he queried with a toothy grin.
Angel hummed in thought, letting his eyes wander around the scenery trying to spot out any place that was interesting to him. A lot were sleezy looking, which were his typical places when he was alone but he'd rather choose something better.
"What about that one? Doesn't seem too bad." He points out one with neon signs that didn't look as run down as some of the others they passed. Not the most classy, but it at least didn't have sinners stumbling out in a drunken haze. "Hotel doesn't seem like too bad of an option though, don't gotta worry about gettin' recognized by a fan, ya know?"
-- Open RP Starter! 18+ Only! --
Angel Dust was offered to work at the club tonight which he accepted begrudgingly. Valentino had been feeling generous and offered a bonus on top of not demanding him to work it. Then again, it was the club or filming.
He strutted through the crowd of people with confidence wearing a more risque outfit than he was known for, flirting with those who tried for his attention, but his station was the private rooms. He found one with out someone already working it and he slides into the room pulling the curtain closed and flipping the sign out front.
Leaning against the wall he puts on his best act, puffing his chest to make the fluff pop. "Heya, hot stuff, you ready for the best night of your.........." He turns his head to see the person in the room, voice trailing off as the recognition set in and he was dumbfounded.
"The fuck are you doin' here? In a private room of all things???" He sighs and mumbles, "Of course it had to be the night I was workin' too..."
-- Open RP Starter! 18+ Only! --
Husk hummed, looking at Angel with an arched brow.
"You sure Legs?" he asked, not wanting him to get in shit or anything.
"He won't... I dunno, come down harder on you or whatever?" he ran his hands gently up the other's calves again, sensing that he was helping Angel relax.
"I'd love ta get outta here with ya, yeah, but I wanna make sure you're not hurtin' yourself if we do."
Angel can't help himself from snickering at the wording. It was childish to laugh at something so simple, but at times he was a simple spider. "Nah, nah, I'll be alright, promise," he took a breath to get himself to stop giggling.
"All seriousness, Val will probably bitch about it to the other Vees and then come beggin'. Or demandin' but eh, not current me's problem." His casual demeanor about this suggests he's done this a few times now and at this point it should be expected of Angel.
Husk's face turns a little bit red at the spider's giggles, realizing what he's said. But he coughs, pretending to ignore it.
"Alright man, if you're sure." He released Angel's legs, getting ready to stand up.
"Where'd ya want to go, Legs? I'll follow you."
Angel swings his legs off of Husk's lap before standing and stretching. "Let's see where our feet take us. Yours led you here, so maybe we'll find some place cool. Or at the very least, we could grab drinks somewhere better."
He offers out a hand to Husk with a small smile, "Who would wanna stay in a dump like this anyways? Anyone could come in at any time and I'm good on shooing away someone and all that."
Husk chuckles, nodding his head. "Yeah, even Nifty could make better drinks than they serve here," he commented, looking at Angel's hand a moment. He extended his paw, and clasped the spider's fingers in it, a soft, small smile on his face in return.
"That's fair, man. Alright, yeah, let's go." he stood beside Angel, and stretched his wings out a bit, shaking them as if they were stiff. He never let go of Angel's hand, though.
Angel gave Husk's paw a gentle squeeze when he took his hand as he returned the smile. He hummed to himself as he led them through the crowd of people, out of the club and onto the street. As they're walking, he finally speaks, "Y'know, shame that we can't go to other rings, I heard Lust ring got some great spots for drinks."
Due to his line of work, he did know a bit more than the average sinner on the Lust ring. He turned his head, looking over at Husk, "I dunno if there's a spot 'round here that'd be up to your standards." He teased, but then again, Husk was his preferred bar tender.
// Sorry I haven't been active today! I got super sick and have had barely had energy for anything π but back to your regularly scheduled posting tomorrow hopefully!!
-- Open RP Starter! 18+ Only! --
Angel Dust was offered to work at the club tonight which he accepted begrudgingly. Valentino had been feeling generous and offered a bonus on top of not demanding him to work it. Then again, it was the club or filming.
He strutted through the crowd of people with confidence wearing a more risque outfit than he was known for, flirting with those who tried for his attention, but his station was the private rooms. He found one with out someone already working it and he slides into the room pulling the curtain closed and flipping the sign out front.
Leaning against the wall he puts on his best act, puffing his chest to make the fluff pop. "Heya, hot stuff, you ready for the best night of your.........." He turns his head to see the person in the room, voice trailing off as the recognition set in and he was dumbfounded.
"The fuck are you doin' here? In a private room of all things???" He sighs and mumbles, "Of course it had to be the night I was workin' too..."
-- Open RP Starter! 18+ Only! --
Husk hummed, looking at Angel with an arched brow.
"You sure Legs?" he asked, not wanting him to get in shit or anything.
"He won't... I dunno, come down harder on you or whatever?" he ran his hands gently up the other's calves again, sensing that he was helping Angel relax.
"I'd love ta get outta here with ya, yeah, but I wanna make sure you're not hurtin' yourself if we do."
Angel can't help himself from snickering at the wording. It was childish to laugh at something so simple, but at times he was a simple spider. "Nah, nah, I'll be alright, promise," he took a breath to get himself to stop giggling.
"All seriousness, Val will probably bitch about it to the other Vees and then come beggin'. Or demandin' but eh, not current me's problem." His casual demeanor about this suggests he's done this a few times now and at this point it should be expected of Angel.
Husk's face turns a little bit red at the spider's giggles, realizing what he's said. But he coughs, pretending to ignore it.
"Alright man, if you're sure." He released Angel's legs, getting ready to stand up.
"Where'd ya want to go, Legs? I'll follow you."
Angel swings his legs off of Husk's lap before standing and stretching. "Let's see where our feet take us. Yours led you here, so maybe we'll find some place cool. Or at the very least, we could grab drinks somewhere better."
He offers out a hand to Husk with a small smile, "Who would wanna stay in a dump like this anyways? Anyone could come in at any time and I'm good on shooing away someone and all that."
-- Open RP Starter! 18+ Only! --
Angel Dust was offered to work at the club tonight which he accepted begrudgingly. Valentino had been feeling generous and offered a bonus on top of not demanding him to work it. Then again, it was the club or filming.
He strutted through the crowd of people with confidence wearing a more risque outfit than he was known for, flirting with those who tried for his attention, but his station was the private rooms. He found one with out someone already working it and he slides into the room pulling the curtain closed and flipping the sign out front.
Leaning against the wall he puts on his best act, puffing his chest to make the fluff pop. "Heya, hot stuff, you ready for the best night of your.........." He turns his head to see the person in the room, voice trailing off as the recognition set in and he was dumbfounded.
"The fuck are you doin' here? In a private room of all things???" He sighs and mumbles, "Of course it had to be the night I was workin' too..."
-- Open RP Starter! 18+ Only! --
Husk hummed, looking at Angel with an arched brow.
"You sure Legs?" he asked, not wanting him to get in shit or anything.
"He won't... I dunno, come down harder on you or whatever?" he ran his hands gently up the other's calves again, sensing that he was helping Angel relax.
"I'd love ta get outta here with ya, yeah, but I wanna make sure you're not hurtin' yourself if we do."
Angel can't help himself from snickering at the wording. It was childish to laugh at something so simple, but at times he was a simple spider. "Nah, nah, I'll be alright, promise," he took a breath to get himself to stop giggling.
"All seriousness, Val will probably bitch about it to the other Vees and then come beggin'. Or demandin' but eh, not current me's problem." His casual demeanor about this suggests he's done this a few times now and at this point it should be expected of Angel.
Angel glanced down at the pouch with concern, or at least that was the best word for it. It was the morbid curiosity mixed with a deep sense that this wasn't something to mess with and things would go terribly wrong if he didn't follow the directions.
"I can do that, no problem." He takes the pouch and gently tucks it into the chest part of his dress, hiding it away within the fluff. "Just an in and out kinda thing." He nods, more so reassuring himself before meeting eyes once again with Alastor. "And I'll be free of Valentino's bullshit?"
Alastor downed the rest of his drink and took out his wallet to pay the bartender for both their drinks. "Indeed. Once you light it I'll know and I will be out front waiting to whisk you back to the hotel." The radio demon told him as he got up.
"You and anyone else that has a contract with him. Hm, I should make a broadcast afterwards to invite your newly freed coworkers to come check in at the hotel! Charlie will love that." Alastor thought out loud and afterwards reached out to caress Angel's face and lift his chin up. "Be careful, Angel, and I'll see you soon." He tells the arachnid and heads out.
"Noted, noted." He was a little flustered by Alastor caressing his face and his train of thought was derailed. "I'll uh, yeah... I'll see you soon, Al."
And as soon as the two part ways, Angel immediately begins executing his side of the plan. Being that he was a star model for Valentino, getting into the tower and into the moth's personal office with very little trouble along the way. He takes the pouch out of his fluff and examines it for a few moments before snatching a spare lighter on Val's desk and setting the pouch a blaze just as instructed.
"So long, asshole." He mumbles as he tossed the two items in the general direction of the desk and hurrying out. He feigned a missed appointment with the quizzical secretary saying not to worry about rescheduling and leaving the tower and leaning against a building across the street awaiting the radio demon's arrival.
// Hopefully the little "time skip" of sorts is cohesive! ^_^"
-- Open RP Starter! 18+ Only! --
Angel Dust was offered to work at the club tonight which he accepted begrudgingly. Valentino had been feeling generous and offered a bonus on top of not demanding him to work it. Then again, it was the club or filming.
He strutted through the crowd of people with confidence wearing a more risque outfit than he was known for, flirting with those who tried for his attention, but his station was the private rooms. He found one with out someone already working it and he slides into the room pulling the curtain closed and flipping the sign out front.
Leaning against the wall he puts on his best act, puffing his chest to make the fluff pop. "Heya, hot stuff, you ready for the best night of your.........." He turns his head to see the person in the room, voice trailing off as the recognition set in and he was dumbfounded.
"The fuck are you doin' here? In a private room of all things???" He sighs and mumbles, "Of course it had to be the night I was workin' too..."
-- Open RP Starter! 18+ Only! --
Silver wasn't the least bit pleased about being in such an environment, but knew he'd probably not be able to get a hold of the adult film actor otherwise. However, he was surprised that Angel Dust recognized him, given they never spoke, even back when he worked loosely with Voxtek. The shorter sinner had seen Angel on his way to the office to satisfy any meeting requests Vox threw at him, but never realized that Angel had actually seen him.
As he saw Angel approaching and thrown off by his appearance, Silver sighed and nervously cleared his throat before awkwardly speaking. "Well-- clearly, I'm sure you can tell that I'm not exactly here for uh... what you normally do in a room like this..." The shorter sinner tugged at the hooded collar of his sweater before looking up awkwardly at the taller, suggestively dressed arachnid before him.
"Before I tell you why I'm here, what all exactly do you know about me, if anything...?"
"You-! You uh," Angel's eyebrows furrows as he tries to remember where he has Silver before before snapping a finger and pointing at him. "You were at the Vee's tower, yeah? At least I think so."
He sighs, shaking his head, "Val's dragged me all over, I coulda honestly seen you just about anywhere... but I know for a fact I ain't ever serviced you." He grins sheepishly, "No offense?"
"None taken." Silver sighed. "Most call me 'Silver'." He explained, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I managed to compromise the cameras in here, so we can talk freely. I used to work very loosely with the Vees as a beta-tester for Vox's products. I managed to weasel my way out of giving up my soul, so I'm not owned. You saw me a lot in the Tower because before the extermination, Vox liked to drag me to his office a lot, despite my preference to work from home. After his attempt to seize Heaven, I disappeared from sight and hid..."
The shorter sinner gave a pause. There was a shiver as he began to speak again. "...I've been working on something. I want to help you get back to your friends-- safely."
"Woah, woah hang on, this is a lot all at once." Angel glances at the floor before sitting himself down with his legs folded under him. "So you worked for Voxtek more or less without sellin' your soul to 'em? That alone is an accomplishment, y'know. And you just... dipped out, came here to help me?"
He was skeptical, which was understandable in his position because how could he tell that Silver wasn't lying? "What is it exactly you been workin' on? What're you lookin' to get outta helpin' me here?"
"I want to help everyone..." Silver admits, sheepishly. "I know you don't trust me fully-- and honestly, I don't blame you. But during my time working under Vox, I managed to rework his operating systems--" He pauses, looking away. "Fuck- you're not a techie are you--"
After muttering the last part, he looks at Angel again. "I can make your phone and stuff more secure and help you block attempts at anyone doing that stupid mind-control thing." He settled on finally.
"Hey, I may be blonde but I'm not stupid," Angel jokes to lighten the serious mood a bit. "But no, you right. I know next to nothin' on tech. Guns on the other hand..."
He shakes his head at himself. "Besides the point here. You said you can fix my phone? Can you like- take the trackin' off it, too?"
-- Open RP Starter! 18+ Only! --
Angel Dust was offered to work at the club tonight which he accepted begrudgingly. Valentino had been feeling generous and offered a bonus on top of not demanding him to work it. Then again, it was the club or filming.
He strutted through the crowd of people with confidence wearing a more risque outfit than he was known for, flirting with those who tried for his attention, but his station was the private rooms. He found one with out someone already working it and he slides into the room pulling the curtain closed and flipping the sign out front.
Leaning against the wall he puts on his best act, puffing his chest to make the fluff pop. "Heya, hot stuff, you ready for the best night of your.........." He turns his head to see the person in the room, voice trailing off as the recognition set in and he was dumbfounded.
"The fuck are you doin' here? In a private room of all things???" He sighs and mumbles, "Of course it had to be the night I was workin' too..."
-- Open RP Starter! 18+ Only! --
Angie, I finally found you. Do you know how worried I was? Since you left for Vee Tower, I've been at the hotel, waiting for you to come back. Cheeri told me everything. I'm so sorry you had such a hard time. Her eyes well up with tears, and she blinks slightly to hold them back. She opens her arms to him Will you give me a hug?
"Crysthal, why are-?" He stops himself, seeing the tears in her eyes and sighs, stepping forward into her embrace wrapping both sets of arms around her. "I'm sorry to have worried ya, I just- I didn't know what to do an' I was- am scared... I've missed ya so much."
She hugs him tighter as she closes her eyes and lets his sweet scent fill her nostrils.
Don't worry, everything will be fine. Why did you leave the hotel? Please come back. When I got here and didn't see you, I felt so confused and lonely...
takes a breath I've been expelled from heaven, now I live with Charlie. Lute found out that I almost gave my soul and my powers to the Vees to free you, but I promise that now that I'm here, I'll get you out of the clutches of that bastard.
(//In my OC's lore, she was secretly helping Angel when she was still in Heaven after Charlie and Vaggie's meeting with Sera. She fell in love with him and tried to trade places with him so Angel could be free, but the spider stopped her. Lute found out and she was expelled from Heaven as a result.)
"You what? Oh, Crysthal..." He couldn't even begin to hide his guilt and concern as he takes her hands into his. "Why would you do that? I ain't worth all that trouble. I left because..."
Angel sighs adverting his gaze downwards towards the floor. "I left 'cuz I was used as a spy on the hotel and it hurt Charlie and all them. I don't want it to happen again."
Ey, sweetie. Look at me her hands goes up to hold his cheeks tenderly I don't regret anything I did so don't talk about yourself this way. You are the most valuable thing for me and you deserve to get redeemed and have a better life.
W-what? Who did that? Vox!? Oh, I am going to kill that fucking useless TV headman!!! How does he dare to do that?
Angel not let him pull you appart of your friends. We miss you so much in the Hotel and FatNuggets either.
What are you doing here btw? Are you working tonight?
Angel can feel himself getting misty eyed as she holds his face. "I wouldn't wanna get redeemed if it meant I don't get to see you anymore."
At the mention of Vox though, his gaze faultered. "Yeah... It was him... And Val's been tryin' to keep me busy as some sorta sad attempt and sayin' sorry for lettin' Vox use me, I think? I dunno what he's thinkin' half the time. He had me work here tonight probably to keep me outta the tower for a bit."
-- Open RP Starter! 18+ Only! --
Angel Dust was offered to work at the club tonight which he accepted begrudgingly. Valentino had been feeling generous and offered a bonus on top of not demanding him to work it. Then again, it was the club or filming.
He strutted through the crowd of people with confidence wearing a more risque outfit than he was known for, flirting with those who tried for his attention, but his station was the private rooms. He found one with out someone already working it and he slides into the room pulling the curtain closed and flipping the sign out front.
Leaning against the wall he puts on his best act, puffing his chest to make the fluff pop. "Heya, hot stuff, you ready for the best night of your.........." He turns his head to see the person in the room, voice trailing off as the recognition set in and he was dumbfounded.
"The fuck are you doin' here? In a private room of all things???" He sighs and mumbles, "Of course it had to be the night I was workin' too..."
-- Open RP Starter! 18+ Only! --
Husk smirked as he watched Angel walk in, a look on his face that was hard to read.
"Figured I'd come in, at least give you a break from bein'.. well, you know," he shrugged, and patted the seat beside him. "Knew you were workin' cause of Valentino and his bullshit, so, figured at least comin' in could give you even twenty minutes to... not hafta perform." he shrugged.
"Glad you're the one who came in, Legs. I turned all the other ones away hopin' you'd come in."
Angel hesitated a moment, eyes flickering towards the curtain before allowing himself to relax. "You don't even begin to know how much I appreciate you right now," He plops himself down next to Husk, crossing his legs.
"Y'know, I ain't even gettin' paid for this shit, I'm relyin' on tips." He sighs and runs his hands through his hair before letting them fall back to his lap. "It is what it is though, what can I do about it? How you doin' tonight, Whiskers?"
Husk shrugged, side eyeing the spider, reaching down to grab his legs and pull them onto his lap, effectively getting the spider to lay down.
"Relax, Legs, I gotcha for a bit." He murmured, just letting Angel keep his legs in his lap, feet up and elevated.
"That's bullshit man, why the hell aren't you gettin' paid?" He inquired, a frown on his face. He kept his paws still on Angel's legs, not moving, not doing anything except letting the heat from his paws soak into his skin.
"I'm doin' alright, had a night off at the hotel. Got bored of bein' everyone's fuckin' therapist, decided to come here instead." he shrugged,
He was startled by the sudden movement with him laying back but when he realized what Husk was doing he just adjusted himself to be comfortable. "I mean, I'm gettin' a 'bonus'," Angel made quotation marks in the air for emphasis, "Whatever the hell Val means by that, but I'm only gettin' paid by tips tonight."
He tucked his upper set of arms behind his head his other two resting in his lap. "D'aww, you don't like bein' my therapist?" He teases with a light laugh. "Bit of an odd place to spend a day off, but who am I to judge?"
Husk arched a brow, and shook his head.
"Man, that fuckhead takes advantage of you to the fuckin' nines," he commented, keeping his paws steady on Angel's legs. At the therapist comment, he rolled his eyes, but didn't necessarily deny it. He chuckled softly, and shrugged.
"I s'pose it might be strange, but, it's givin' you a break, isn't it?" He asked airily, his wings fluttering just a bit. He glanced towards the door, as if to make sure no one was coming in to take Angel away. He hummed, and absentmindedly started massaging the spider's calves.
"D'you get a night off anytime soon?" He asked contemplatively.
"Ain't that the truth," Angel props an elbow on the arm of the seat, resting his head in his hand to, in a way, observe Husk. This form of interaction between the two was foreign to him, yet so casual that it caused a sense of confusion.
He had gotten momentarily lost in his own thought when the question brought him back to the moment.
"Night off? I uhhhh..." Angels face scrunches in thought as he attempts to remember without his phone on him. "I think I'm free after tonight. At least, 'til Val decides I've had too much time 'slacking off' as he says."
Husk felt the spider watching him, but he didn't say much about it. He hummed in response to Angel's answer, and kept rubbing his calves. An easy silence feel between the pair for a moment. His ears remained relaxed and attentive, listening for anyone who might approach the room.
He took this time to observe Angel as well, noting the way that he seemed slightly confused.
In truth, Husk didn't really know why he'd come here tonight. He had been out for a walk with his whiskey, and somehow his feet had led him here; and now here he was. He brought himself back to the present, continuing to rub the spiders legs.
"Well, at least you'll get some time t'rest." He said, his face passive.
Angel hums in agreement, allowing himself to truly relax here in this room. It may have been an odd place to have some quality time, but he wasn't one to complain when it came to a person he was comfortable with. After all, it was rare to be able to genuinely relax with the people he tended to be stuck around.
"Y'know, we can bust this joint if you want. What's Val gonna do? He doesn't have that much control on me," Angel offers casually, knowing that even if Valentino didn't know immediately, he'd eventually figure out one way or another, but that was the least of his concerns. "Up to you though, hun."
