Waltzing Matilda Across the Pride Ring

"Pentagram City still stands..." Callistemon began but she looked hesitant. But her magic sparked to life again, as if warning.

"You can't keep running forever..." Alastor reminded her. "Whilst I have no desire to go frocklicking about the Pentagram myself, you teo could go and try see if any of Francois' little friends are still around...And you did promise to help him however you can."

"Well fuck," Callistemon swore. but her hesitance gave way to steely resolve. She at Francois. "I can make a portal that'll take us directly to the city, or if you'd prefer to take the long way around, we can stop by my settlement, Ramshack, and then take the road from there to Pentagram City."

"I highly suggest the poral!" Alastor chirps. "That way the two of you could avoid the dreadful weather and Calli here can-"

"Don't Alastor, please?" Callistemon asked.

"You're the one refusing to acknowledge what happened," Alastor stated calmly. "I've been more than patient these last few months, but I grow weary of your stubbornness."

Alastor, with all the calm of a cat eyeing its prey, elaborated. "Callistemon got into quite the scrap with another overlord last time she was in the city, it was very entertaining to watch...but I find myself curious over the details as to what on earth that foolish little picture box could have done to cause such a violent reaction..."

Francois’s gaze snapped back to Callistemon the moment the expletive left her mouth–women swore now? The absurdity helped to lighten his mood just a bit.

“That's fantastic news–” He paused as the pair started back and forth again, this time to a much less banter-y tone. “A, er, scrap you say? As in a battle with another overlord? So for her to return would be to possibly start a new battle, perchance?”

That would explain Callistemon’s reaction to the concept and especially to Alastor’s suggestion. She was clearly uncomfortable with the whole thing and it would be ungentlemanly for him to push her into it, but. . .

“If I may propose a compromise?” One hand rose to just about his own shoulder level as he spoke. “I understand that the constraints of our current agreement may interfere, however ah. . . I would be willing to go alone, if Madame Callistemon cannot set foot in Pentagram City herself. I just. . . I must find him.”

His previous attempt at a smile faded again, replaced with a determined stare.

“And I will do whatever it takes to accomplish this.”

"I can enter the city...I just don't know what will happen," Callistemon said though her hesitance was still glaringly obvious. "And Francois, you'd be a lot safer with me around."

Alastor looked at her expectantly.

"Okay, fine. I know, alright," Callistemon grumbled. "I always honour my agreements. And I can handle Vox."

A portal snapped into existence beside Francois.

"Oh, before you go dear, take Chaplin with you," Alastor stated and his shadow rose from the ground, teeth jagged and grin sharp. "I may have no desire to return to the city at the moment, but I would like to watch your little misadventure."

"...And if anyone sees him?" Callistemon asked.

Quick as a flash, Alastor's shadow latched onto Callistemon and became her shadow, the Radio Demon's fang filled grin perfectly at home on the fox's silhouette.

"People will assume you've either copied me or that I own your soul or some such nonsense. it makes no difference to me," Alastor replied and waved her concern away. "The only ones who are aware of our current arrangement are the sinners you own and have sworn to secrecy...and your new charity case here, but we both know you'll be keeping a close eye on him."

"Fair enough," Callistemon agreed and glanced over at Francois. "You'll probably need an alias of some sort, sinners nowadays don't go by their human name. Names have power, and modern technology has only made it easier for people to track down who other sinners were in life and use that information against them."

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🐥🍏 - Enjoy your designated duck from the King of Hell himself.

Callistemon stares at the rubber duck she’s now holding. The grin she bears is one of pure delight and wonder.

“Are you really so amused by something so…simple?” Alastor asks as he looks down at her.

In answer, Callistemon slightly squeezes the rubber duck, it makes a quiet squeak.

“I’m naming him Sir Quacksalot.” She states and gives the duck a little pat on the head.

“It’s a rubber duck,” Alastor deadpans and sighs. “You truly are easily amused…”

“It’s a gift!” she chirps as if that explains everything. “I don’t normally get gifts! And it’s from the King…”

She still looks absolutely delighted. “It’s amazing!”

“If you say so.” Alastor stares at her like he’s contemplating his life choices.

Callistemon looks up at him. “Come on Al, normally if I want random shit, I have to steal it. This was just given to me, freely. Do you have any idea how rare that is?”

“You’re easy to please and easily amused,” he remarks. “Good to know for the future I suppose.”

“What, two years of travelling with me didn’t tell you that already?” she replies with a smile.

“Oh it did, but really my dear, a rubber duck? You don’t even own a bathtub to use it in,” Alastor says and looks at the duck like it personally offended him. “It’s garish and tacky.”

“But its mine,” she declares. “It’s my garish and tacky rubber duck, so there.”

She gives the duck another squeeze and listens to it squeak once more.

((OOC: On behalf of Callistemon, who is too overjoyed to remember her manners, thank you for the ask! Said rubber duck now takes pride of place in one of Callistemon’s secret hideouts, perched on top of an old CRT TV from the late 90’s…))

#hazbin hotel roleplay #hazbin hotel rp #hazbin hotel rp blog #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel ask blog #hazbin original character #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin rp #callistemon oc asks

((OOC: I've got a small pile of asks which I can start working my way through, I'm still getting used to actually having an ask blog, and you know, getting asks lmao. So I'm gonna take some cues from what I've seen from other asks blogs and just like, answer asks and get the ball rolling on the plot while I'm at it.))

((OOC: Also I am working on a long response to an ask, would've had it up by now, but I've been a bit tired lately among other things popping up...the unfortunate reality of trying to do things whilst having a small list of health issues. I'm gonna be fine, just need to take things slow.))

#the author speaks

Alastor grinned widely, absolutely thrilled by the question.

"Why it's the year 2020!" he gleefully informed Francois. "It's been getting quite crowded down here, even with the-"

"Alastor, I think he's got enough of his plate for now," Callistemon carefully pointed out. "We can fill him in on... current events when he's ready."

She watched the plant-like sinner carefully, sympathy in her eyes as she elaborated. "Things are very different compared to where, and when, you last were. Like I said before, you cooperate and I'll help you however I can., you have my word."

He was silent for a long minute, eyes darting from the concerned Callistemon to an amused Alastor and back again. Maybe this was a trick? After all, they were out in a field somewhere in Pride with zero indication that any of what the pair had told him was true. But Callistemon had been very clear, she doesn’t lie. Can’t lie, even.

“You asked what I last remembered,” he began, voice low and words far slower than before. “Perhaps I ought to be more specific. It was late August, 1910. We were in the last stages of a plan to overthrow her. All we needed was more firepower, and we were nearly. . . nearly. . .”

His voice faded away again as he looked back at Alastor.

“You said before, her closest all vanished as well? So it was technically a success, but without one of us to fill that power void immediately, it would have led to chaos when her rivals realized she was missing. Briervale would’ve been torn asunder.”

His fingers laced together on the table before him as he let out a slow exhale.

“Does Pentagram City still exist? We had a plan to regroup there if things went awry. I know it's a long shot, but. . .” His lips curled into a shaky little smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. “. . . I just need to know if someone dear to me made it out okay.”

"Pentagram City still stands..." Callistemon began but she looked hesitant. But her magic sparked to life again, as if warning.

"I highly suggest the poral!" Alastor chirps. "That way the two of you could avoid the dreadful weather and Calli here can-"

"Don't Alastor, please?" Callistemon asked.

"You're the one refusing to acknowledge what happened," Alastor stated calmly. "I've been more than patient these last few months, but I grow weary of your stubbornness."

Blog Ship Names! (silly lore post)

((OOC))

Partly posted for the sillies, partly because I forgot I was going to share this lol, but these are the relationship names/titles for the blog.

PixelPelt: The ship name for the Callistemon/Vox pairing that has been hinted at throughout this blog! (I did not come up with the name for this one, it was a suggestion in a discord I lurk in.)

RadioFox: The ship name for Alastor/Callistemon... Just don't mention anything to Alastor, man's likely to blow a fuse if he ever catches wind of the mere idea of him and Callistemon being close in any way. (Or do mention it, I do love putting this silly deer in situations.)

Otome!Fox: This ship name is for any silly reverse-harem anime (1 female protag, multiple male romantic interests...Think Ouran High School Host Club, or the Code Realize visual novel series...) shenanigans. Callistemon would make for an excellent anime protagonist and just between us...this silly fox does love visual novels and anime aimed at young women...hence the ship name Otome!Fox. (Hey shipping's fun lol, I'm fairly open-minded when it comes to ships. You guys wanna ship my OC with Alastor, Vox, both? Let me know in an ask, or even pester Callistemon herself about it!)

#callistemon oc writings

"So you'll need more meat in your diet and avoid an abundance of vegetation, good to know," Callistemon noted and set down her sppon. She looked thoughtful. "And you're unfamilair with the term creature feature too..."

She was focused, deep in thought as pieces clicked into place. "I had my suspicions but that just seals it, you really are from an earlier point in history."

"Creature Feature is a term that has existed in Hell for decades, first coined in the 1920's," Alastor unhelpfully added. "It made its way into popular vernacular thanks to yours truly during the late 1930's... It is a playful, casual way to refer to the cycles that afflict sinners who have animal-like traits every sixty-six days or so..."

((OOC: Alastor is referring to sometihng mentioned in a lore post I did a while back, and this is your warning that the discussion could turn towards talk of NSFW topics, viewer discretion is advised.)

“Ah I suppose something like that. I can still eat what I like for the most part so it’s no trouble really. More of a. . . ah, a preference now I suppose? Hm. . .”

His eyes lit up as Alastor explained the details of the cycle he was all too familiar with.

“Oh, oh yes I’m very well acquainted with. . .”

It was about then that bits of their previous conversation, specifically the part that didn’t immediately trigger his fight-or-flight response, wafted back to him.

“Wait, Sir Alastor, you said Her Majesty vanished twenty years before your arrival in Hell? And you’re clearly very established, and the 1930s. . .” His clawed fingertips drummed against the sides of his bowl while things slowly clicked into place, gaze trained on his own finished meal as his grin became more strained. “A-ah. Yes. This is. . . all wrong, h-haha~!”

His eyes flicked back up, bouncing between both overlords.

“I dread the answer, but. . . what year is it now?”

Alastor grinned widely, absolutely thrilled by the question.

"Why it's the year 2020!" he gleefully informed Francois. "It's been getting quite crowded down here, even with the-"

"Alastor, I think he's got enough of his plate for now," Callistemon carefully pointed out. "We can fill him in on... current events when he's ready."

"Yup, we covered where you're from. I need to know the last thing you remember doing, and anything we need to take into account for your stay with us. Like if creature feature applies to you or any dietary needs you have..." Callistemon rattled off and began to eat. She let out a happy hum at the taste. "This is good."

"Of course it's good, I made it," Alastor looked satisfied at the commentary on his culinary skills. "Glad to see you're both of good taste when it comes to food. Not many appreciate home-cooked meals these days..."

Callistemon made a noise in agreement.

“The last thing I remember doing. . .?” His lips pursed in thought again. “Ah, well, I was finishing a cigar on the balcony of the workshop, and. . .”

His brows drew together for a moment. He was missing something, wasn’t he? But what? Think, man, think. . .

“But, ah. . . I’m afraid I’m not familiar with the term creature feature, but I do favor a more er. . . carnivorous diet down here, if that helps any? I believe whatever transformative magic is at work in this terrible afterlife has a sense of humor, as it’s really stressed the lion part of dandelion, haha~!”

His laugh turned into a cheeky little grin as he added, “I suppose it’s better than anything to do with pissenlit, however.” He cleared his throat immediately after the comment, though the amusement at his own little quip was still clear on his face. “Ah, please excuse the vulgarity, Madame Callistemon.”

She was focused, deep in thought as pieces clicked into place. "I had my suspicions but that just seals it, you really are from an earlier point in history."

#thevagabondoverlord

Alastor snickered at the mention of Callistemon being honourable.

"The weather is going to be nasty," Callistemon replied and ignores Alastor. "Shade Storms are when magic from the Dreamscape leaks out into the waking world, and shades accompany them...nasty buggers they are."

She returns to her seat and points to the empty bowl left in the middle of the table. "Help yourself to some food, we've got a barrier up, or at least I'm assuming there's one here."

She shoots Alastor a questioning look.

Alastor rolled his eyes. "Yes dear, I put up a shield whilst you were away. I have no desire to deal with shades..."

"Thank you," she said gratefully and Alastor gestured for her to eat.

"You can get him settled in after lunch. I made this for you after all." he reminded her. "Now both of you, hush and eat before the food gets cold."

“How curious, so it really is all linked. I wonder, is that the origin of that lovely scream rain phenomenon we have here as well?”

His eyes widened at the offer of food. On one hand there was always a possibility that it was some sort of trick, such as the myth of the persimmon in Hades, but on the other it did smell rather nice, and Callistemon did say he was under her protection as long as he cooperated, sooo. . .

He ambled back toward the table, having been a fair distance away during their tense little chat, and helped himself as directed.

“Ah, is this venison~?” As soon as the words left his mouth, he noticed the remains beside the cooking area. “--Ah, so it is! Nothing like fresh game, is there? Splendid!”

While he wasn’t out of the woods yet–both of the pair were clearly not to be trifled with–he couldn’t help but wonder about their relationship. Callistemon had called Alastor her companion, but the man was here cooking her lunch and their back-and-forth suggested something closer than companion. More intimate. Huh. . .

Probably not the best idea to immediately pry, but he couldn't help but be just a tad curious.

“Ah, so Madame Callistemon, I believe the other half of our er. . . agreement was that I was to tell you all that I know?”

Callistemon made a noise in agreement.