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— It was now impossible to neglect, Vox had changed─ But in a way that mysteriously irritated the smiling murderer. After all, if he hadn't changed, this fight would've never begun in the first place. Alastor wouldn't have had to see someone who once he considered as a friend, fight against him for the lives of some bodies. It didn't sadden him, no. But rather rippled a disturbance from such an unfamiliar sight of humanity.
— Crimson drained from the opposite individual, a symphony of pain in each scarlet throe. However, Vox's smile remained untethered. With muscles stained and breath shallow, he rose from the unforgiving floor. His knees creaked and arms trembled, yet he still stood tall. What a surprise to see the man still standing, normally his ego would've already been crushed by then. Seemed like ego wasn't what mattered for Vox, though. How ironic for a demon to protect humans.
— Vox's body coiled like spring. Then, in an explosion of movement, he lunged forward. In a likely habit, Alastor side - stepped to his left in a defensive matter. In a moment where time surrendered to the atmosphere, Vox vanished in extravagant flash. And soon, with seconds too swift to grasp, he appeared behind Alastor. Arms wrapped tight like a dead - lover's grip, truly a deceptive hold.
— A blinding charge exploded in his arms, a loud " PZZT─ " automating from nature. And in sync, a notable scream emerging from the demon like a deer caught in headlights. The electricity zapped through Alastor's skin like thunder rays, prickly sensations traveling beneath his surface. Small wounds from the electrocution wept scarlet tears, though it was still bearable.
— Alastor took no interest in replying to the opponent's provoking. He reached his inky artery in split motion towards the individual once more, though the man had dodged successfully. Perhaps it was time to end things now.
— The red overlord's eyes twitched ever so slightly in inconsistency. Another shadowed limb flung ahead, sharpened like daggers and ready to seep blood. Though right before it could hit the opposite standing man, it shifted its course upwards onto the ceiling. A loud crashing followed with flicks of charged spasm erupted as an area on the ceiling crashed down. Rubble beneath rubble, smoke upon smoke. Dust captured the scene and the room was asphyxiated with darkness.
— Without a second to notice, a barely observable sound shuffled up above Vox, and the beams of the canopy gave away and plummeted below. A rain of large debris falling like hail like fragments of the skies above. Then, before it could all hit the man standing below, the black tentacles swept Vox’s feet off - balance. The individual inevitably slumping forward in a slip. Echos of pileup which had collapsed on top of Vox's legs played in harmony with his screams.
" I'll give you ønɇ møɍɇ ȼħanȼɇ. How about a deal, øłđ fɍɨɇnđ? "
@hhactorauofficial @voxasks
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— Alastor loomed over Vox, a shadow of reign casting predominantly over the man on the floor. The studio stiffened with anticipation, asphyxiating pressure pulsing with malevolent energy emanating from the wearer of smiles. Vox could feel the oppressive weight of Alastor's presence bearing down on him, his every breath a struggle against the overwhelming deal that was placed in between the distance of lost friends.
— Creeping steps traveled as his shadows seemed to rip and twist, coiling into a grotesque form that waltz with every movement bestowed. His eyes pierced the fog with an eerie green hue, illuminating the mood like twin beacons. Alastor closed the distance between them, the neon aura concentrating across the flickering lights. His smile revealed rows of razor - sharp teeth. Symbols lingered in the background like ominous omens of man - dooming prophecies as he summoned forth a deal.
— Vox heaved his injured physique with the might he had left, steering his eyes directly head - on to the dealer. His own eyes blazing with rouge with an aflame bitterness within his soul. He branched his claws though not heinous, their fingertips almost nudging. The grin on the victor’s twitched marginally, was it impatience? Relief? Discontentment? Whatever it was, it didn’t matter. His dark influence spread like a contagion that seeped into every corner, drowning the set with hostility. A demon - dealing was to be made.
" Settling for a deal? Good choice! "
— Vox's outstretched hand trembled slightly, for he knew the weight of his impending deception. With a deep breath, he steadied his nerves. A single atom away from sealing the fate, Vox's eye burst open with blinding intensity. Its hypnotic gaze piercing through the pledge, it was the last grip of hope that the media overlord fanged onto.
— Instinctively, Alastor leaped a step back with a ' tch- ' of unexpectedness. His grip tightening onto his staff as he twinged his eyes against the hypnotic influence that threatened to ensnare his conscience. But alas, Alastor was no ordinary sinner, ultimately unswayed by Vox's deceitful tactics. With a primal instinct honed by centuries of bloodthirst, he escaped the hold of the hypnotic allure.
— In a split second, Alastor's reaction was swift and merciless. With a guttural hiss, he mobilized a shadowy reach from the depths of his being, the inky appendage lashing out with a murderous stab towards Vox's exposed eye. The studio erupted into chaos as the umbra limb collided with the screen, a sickening crunch echoing through the halls as the darkness tore through circuits and wires with ruthless efficiency. Vox's agonized scream drilled the silence, his betrayal met with a hasty and brutal retaliation that left him writhing in misery on the tiled floor.
— Blood pooled around him, staining the pristine tiles with a crimson reminder that demons bled red no matter which false hope was invested.
@voxasks @hhactorauofficial go wild!
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— Alastor loomed over Vox, a shadow of reign casting predominantly over the man on the floor. The studio stiffened with anticipation, asphyxiating pressure pulsing with malevolent energy emanating from the wearer of smiles. Vox could feel the oppressive weight of Alastor's presence bearing down on him, his every breath a struggle against the overwhelming deal that was placed in between the distance of lost friends.
— Creeping steps traveled as his shadows seemed to rip and twist, coiling into a grotesque form that waltz with every movement bestowed. His eyes pierced the fog with an eerie green hue, illuminating the mood like twin beacons. Alastor closed the distance between them, the neon aura concentrating across the flickering lights. His smile revealed rows of razor - sharp teeth. Symbols lingered in the background like ominous omens of man - dooming prophecies as he summoned forth a deal.
— Vox heaved his injured physique with the might he had left, steering his eyes directly head - on to the dealer. His own eyes blazing with rouge with an aflame bitterness within his soul. He branched his claws though not heinous, their fingertips almost nudging. The grin on the victor’s twitched marginally, was it impatience? Relief? Discontentment? Whatever it was, it didn’t matter. His dark influence spread like a contagion that seeped into every corner, drowning the set with hostility. A demon - dealing was to be made.
" Settling for a deal? Good choice! "
— Vox's outstretched hand trembled slightly, for he knew the weight of his impending deception. With a deep breath, he steadied his nerves. A single atom away from sealing the fate, Vox's eye burst open with blinding intensity. Its hypnotic gaze piercing through the pledge, it was the last grip of hope that the media overlord fanged onto.
— Instinctively, Alastor leaped a step back with a ' tch- ' of unexpectedness. His grip tightening onto his staff as he twinged his eyes against the hypnotic influence that threatened to ensnare his conscience. But alas, Alastor was no ordinary sinner, ultimately unswayed by Vox's deceitful tactics. With a primal instinct honed by centuries of bloodthirst, he escaped the hold of the hypnotic allure.
— In a split second, Alastor's reaction was swift and merciless. With a guttural hiss, he mobilized a shadowy reach from the depths of his being, the inky appendage lashing out with a murderous stab towards Vox's exposed eye. The studio erupted into chaos as the umbra limb collided with the screen, a sickening crunch echoing through the halls as the darkness tore through circuits and wires with ruthless efficiency. Vox's agonized scream drilled the silence, his betrayal met with a hasty and brutal retaliation that left him writhing in misery on the tiled floor.
— Blood pooled around him, staining the pristine tiles with a crimson reminder that demons bled red no matter which false hope was invested.
@voxasks @hhactorauofficial go wild!
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— Vox attempted to cease the limb in his grasp, Alastor escaping it with ease by just a single side - step. Followed by a shake of his head and a signal of his index waving in mid - scene, his lips glitched a " Nuh - uh - uh! " with the same provoking tone.
— Alastor knew he had every sense of dominance in the fight, and it showed through his behavior. The same expression, the same light movements, the same playful fighting that would make someone second guess if he was really fighting against an overlord who had major control of Hell's mechanic systems.
— Perhaps he should use this chance to possess his opponent's soul and broadcast it, hahaha how interesting that would be! To air the screams of the man with the most valuable connections in Hell! Oh that would make all sinners shake indeed.
" Don't get distracted dear! Why are you convincing for mercy now after all that you've spat, hm? You've certainly got my attention now, haven't you? Wasn'ŧ ŧħɨs wħaŧ ɏøᵾ wanŧɇđ? To have a chance to ꝁɨłł mɇ ønȼɇ anđ føɍ ałł? "
— Darts of voltage launched from the bleeding demon, sending minimal aftershocks to the devil in power. It caused slits of exposure in the radio overlord's fabric, drawing slices of blood ever so slightly. Alastor stood firm, shuttering his hands like how one would try to wipe away anything unclean.
" ĦȺĦȺĦȺĦȺ! If someone were to see you fight with such vulnerability, they'd almost think you're trying to redeem your unworthy self! Are you really risking your status and everything for the sakes of these lowly lives? How deranged your priorities have become! "
— The individual's judgement never came to halt, and the same went for his attacks. The tentacles out - stretched like a whip, smashing the table in half as it shattered in pieces almost like glass. Dust enveloped the area, revealing a shadowed silhouette of the television overlord. Alastor walked with a gradual tempo, maybe it almost looked like slow - motion for the scared. Vox proposed an idea, a rather foolish one, though it did spark up a thought.
" My my, I'm afraid I'll have to decline! However, ønɇ ŧħɨnǥ. How about you exchange ɏøᵾɍ søᵾł for the promise of me unharming those little humans? Wouldn't that be quite more fair, hm? After all, I'd be closing eyes to their ill - mannered comments and sparing all their souls, isn't that right Vox? "
@hhactorauofficial @voxasks returning the stage to you!
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— A tainted laugh broadcasted from all corners of the room like a siren warning. Alastor's eyes glowing in blood - crimson which immediately alerted the actors like the call for an execution. The players took heavy - but - rushed steps back behind. The killer's anatomy faded in black and appeared closer to the media - operating demon and the crew.
" Hiding now, aɍɇ wɇ?? I thought you were going to stand up for føɍ ɏøᵾ anđ ɏøᵾɍ łɨŧŧłɇ fɍɨɇnđs. Backing out wħɇn ŧħɇ fɨnał waɍnɨnǥ wȺs ałɍɇađɏ đᵾɇ? "
— Lucifer snatched the humans out off the area in an immediate response, all their eyes hazed in a bright neon glow of hypnosis. The following noise of the door slamming with clang only registered as white noise for the radio demon. The air crackled with burdening tension as his eyes ticked blood - thirsty, a sneer twisting his lips into a malevolent grin.
" It looks like you're finally aware of your wɍɇŧȼħɇđ ɇxɨsŧɇnȼɇ, Vox! Hopefully this time, I won't have to remind you ɇvɇɍ aǥain łɨꝁɇ Ɨ ħavɇ ŧħɇ ᵽasŧ 7 ɏɇaɍs. But knowing your penchant for desperate self - destruction, I highly doubt it ĦȺĦȺĦȺĦȺ! I'm not responsible for your perpetual state of misery. That burden lies squarely on your frail shoulders. So go ahead, blame me all you want! It only serves as further proof of your ᵽaŧħɇŧɨȼ nɇɇđ for validation, does it not? Because while you wallow in self - pity, I'll be busy living my life, not ǥɨvɨnǥ a đamn. "
— Obsidian limbs swung with ferocity, a shockwave of neon green hanging from it. Though what he had attacked was not his opponent, but a electrical box that had been fixed behind a set of props. Sparks flew as the shadows returned to the attacker's side. By this point, Alastor's anatomy had been stretched in warp. His antlers branching into edges that could stab, and a red marked his forehead.
" Let this be a proper goodbye . Au revoir, Vox! Until your next inevitable life đøwn ɨn Ħɇłł, where you belong. "
— Alastor fixed his stance and the tentacles once again darted itself in brisk motion, but this time, towards the individual in front.
@hhactorauofficial @voxasks and so it begins.
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— Shadows danced like dark specters, Alastor's eyes glowing with an eerie intensity. Each shadowy tendrils he summoned forth pulsated with green. They sharpened and spiked, while in response, Vox swirled crackling energy around them like an electric storm. Unfazed, Alastor vanished from one end to another in a matter of millisecond.
" Does yelling while fighting help you, Vox? How immature you are like always! You must think you are filming a movie just because we're in a studio, ĦȺĦȺĦȺĦȺ! You must've grown more incompetent over the years dear Vox! How much slower you've become! Or maybe that's ƀɇȼaᵾsɇ ɏøᵾ'ɍɇ fɨǥħŧɨnǥ wɨŧħ sᵾȼħ ħᵾman ɇmøŧɨøns. "
— Radio laughter hugged the room in suffocating grip. A smile did ensure that someone was in control after all, no matter what. The clash between void and electricity filled the atmosphere with fog, the studio vibrating with the intense collision. On an outside view, the building must look like it's having an earthquake. Alastor's shadows writhed and twisted, independent forms solidating into little demons.
— The critters circled Vox, though due to the smoke it was rather impossible to tell. It was like playing russian roulette, but the odds were debatable in the media overlord's favor. It emerged from the mists one by one, not discriminating from which direction. The creatures, the fog, the surroundings, Vox would have to act precisely. Wait— where did the radio demon go?
" Ɨ'm ħɇɍɇ, ĦȺĦȺĦȺ! Failing to keep eyes on me now that I'm finally giving you the chance to ɇvɇn fɨǥħŧ? How disappointing! "
— Alastor whispered behind Vox, the same grin holding it's place. Electricity shivered up to his hair due to the proximity with Vox, which did slow his followed actions by a second. Adrenaline drowned his system with mania, eyes like the night on the red moon ritual. An arm of black prepared itself to shoot at Vox with deadly accuracy.
@hhactorauofficial throws pen at you HEHEHEHEH
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— A tainted laugh broadcasted from all corners of the room like a siren warning. Alastor's eyes glowing in blood - crimson which immediately alerted the actors like the call for an execution. The players took heavy - but - rushed steps back behind. The killer's anatomy faded in black and appeared closer to the media - operating demon and the crew.
" Hiding now, aɍɇ wɇ?? I thought you were going to stand up for føɍ ɏøᵾ anđ ɏøᵾɍ łɨŧŧłɇ fɍɨɇnđs. Backing out wħɇn ŧħɇ fɨnał waɍnɨnǥ wȺs ałɍɇađɏ đᵾɇ? "
— Lucifer snatched the humans out off the area in an immediate response, all their eyes hazed in a bright neon glow of hypnosis. The following noise of the door slamming with clang only registered as white noise for the radio demon. The air crackled with burdening tension as his eyes ticked blood - thirsty, a sneer twisting his lips into a malevolent grin.
" It looks like you're finally aware of your wɍɇŧȼħɇđ ɇxɨsŧɇnȼɇ, Vox! Hopefully this time, I won't have to remind you ɇvɇɍ aǥain łɨꝁɇ Ɨ ħavɇ ŧħɇ ᵽasŧ 7 ɏɇaɍs. But knowing your penchant for desperate self - destruction, I highly doubt it ĦȺĦȺĦȺĦȺ! I'm not responsible for your perpetual state of misery. That burden lies squarely on your frail shoulders. So go ahead, blame me all you want! It only serves as further proof of your ᵽaŧħɇŧɨȼ nɇɇđ for validation, does it not? Because while you wallow in self - pity, I'll be busy living my life, not ǥɨvɨnǥ a đamn. "
— Obsidian limbs swung with ferocity, a shockwave of neon green hanging from it. Though what he had attacked was not his opponent, but a electrical box that had been fixed behind a set of props. Sparks flew as the shadows returned to the attacker's side. By this point, Alastor's anatomy had been stretched in warp. His antlers branching into edges that could stab, and a red marked his forehead.
" Let this be a proper goodbye . Au revoir, Vox! Until your next inevitable life đøwn ɨn Ħɇłł, where you belong. "
— Alastor fixed his stance and the tentacles once again darted itself in brisk motion, but this time, towards the individual in front.
@hhactorauofficial @voxasks and so it begins.
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— Alastor brimmed up with a smile and swung his staff in a circular rhythm before hitting the base on the ground with a ' Clink '.
" No no, I don't require anything. Well then, will you be setting off elsewhere? "
@ratony im so sorry for the late reply! it's been so busy aaa
also if you don't mind, could you mind adding a bit more punctuation? it's kind of difficult to read without them :') and also if it's fine for you to try to make the paragraphs a bit longer and/or easier to reply to because i'm having a bit of a trouble trying to respond them with interesting continuation shdhehd (as you can see by my extremely short reply) /lh
it's fine if you want to discontinue, though!!!
( It’s @redislonely I’ve sucked up my courage to send this to you haha. Imm just being using ratony you can see a lot more about him on my blog just basic info he’s one of my featured tags)
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Ratony was having a normal day he qas helping Angel with whatever luggage he had again praying it didn’t squash him as he brought it up to his room from the steps as the elevator had broke again . He had tried to relax in the vents but the other rats had found him again and he was pretty sure they had started a vendetta against him as he was now covered in multiple rat bites
He awkwardly stood by Alastor’s radio tower he would’ve gone to Charlie but her spear girlfriend was absolutely terrifying and they we’re usually attached at the hip, ratony could remember being attached at the hip with someone but his dad had always said that his memories were useless so he didn’t think on it any further.
“Uhh…mister alastor?” He had hesitantly knocked playing with his oversized sleeves pulling on them back and forth “can you help me?” He asked looking down at the bits which were currently bleeding seeping through his trench coats fabric which was already stained with various mysterious liquids.
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ooc : for those waiting for a response, please be patient aaaa :') life has been a bit hectic but i'll try to get to it soon!
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— A tainted laugh broadcasted from all corners of the room like a siren warning. Alastor's eyes glowing in blood - crimson which immediately alerted the actors like the call for an execution. The players took heavy - but - rushed steps back behind. The killer's anatomy faded in black and appeared closer to the media - operating demon and the crew.
" Hiding now, aɍɇ wɇ?? I thought you were going to stand up for føɍ ɏøᵾ anđ ɏøᵾɍ łɨŧŧłɇ fɍɨɇnđs. Backing out wħɇn ŧħɇ fɨnał waɍnɨnǥ wȺs ałɍɇađɏ đᵾɇ? "
— Lucifer snatched the humans out off the area in an immediate response, all their eyes hazed in a bright neon glow of hypnosis. The following noise of the door slamming with clang only registered as white noise for the radio demon. The air crackled with burdening tension as his eyes ticked blood - thirsty, a sneer twisting his lips into a malevolent grin.
" It looks like you're finally aware of your wɍɇŧȼħɇđ ɇxɨsŧɇnȼɇ, Vox! Hopefully this time, I won't have to remind you ɇvɇɍ aǥain łɨꝁɇ Ɨ ħavɇ ŧħɇ ᵽasŧ 7 ɏɇaɍs. But knowing your penchant for desperate self - destruction, I highly doubt it ĦȺĦȺĦȺĦȺ! I'm not responsible for your perpetual state of misery. That burden lies squarely on your frail shoulders. So go ahead, blame me all you want! It only serves as further proof of your ᵽaŧħɇŧɨȼ nɇɇđ for validation, does it not? Because while you wallow in self - pity, I'll be busy living my life, not ǥɨvɨnǥ a đamn. "
— Obsidian limbs swung with ferocity, a shockwave of neon green hanging from it. Though what he had attacked was not his opponent, but a electrical box that had been fixed behind a set of props. Sparks flew as the shadows returned to the attacker's side. By this point, Alastor's anatomy had been stretched in warp. His antlers branching into edges that could stab, and a red marked his forehead.
" Let this be a proper goodbye . Au revoir, Vox! Until your next inevitable life đøwn ɨn Ħɇłł, where you belong. "
— Alastor fixed his stance and the tentacles once again darted itself in brisk motion, but this time, towards the individual in front.
@hhactorauofficial @voxasks and so it begins.
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— A deafening vibration of vintage static reverberated in the air. In a split second, the lights flared, sparks of particles trailing down from the ceiling. When darkness overthrew the atmosphere, the surroundings of the radio demon radiated in green. Though the only thing anyone could see was just a silhouette, anyone could tell the man was distorting.
" That was not the question I asked now, wąs ɨŧ? Haven't I made myself vɇɍɏ ȼłɇaɍ ᵾᵽ ᵾnŧɨł nøw? "
— In honesty, he couldn't care less. And that was precisely why their dynamic was the way that it was. He didn't care, but the other did excessively. Precisely why he didn't even bother killing the media overlord. He didn't even consider the man his rival. Still and more, he couldn't find any reason to explain such a logic to the performers, after all— all annoyance would be gone if he just ended their lives there and then.
— The doors clunked open with a strong shove, the smash of the metal gates echoing crashingly. The entrance revealed the very individual that he had questioned about. Static finding itself back in the air once more with a strong throb, an amount that would send most people's audios numb.
" Ah, if it isn't my dear old pal, Vox! Still stalking every stage I set foot onto, aren't you? ĦȺĦȺĦȺ! How miserable. What makes you think you know me so well to make those baseless assumptions? What makes you think I spent ɇvɇn a sɇȼønđ of those 7 years, thinking about ɏøᵾ? Don't make me repeat ŧħɇ samɇ wøɍđs fɍøm ŧħɇ ɇxaȼŧ ɏɇaɍs ƀaȼꝁ. "
— Despite it all, Vox undeniably had the upperground. Alastor had no way of going back himself, afterall. And under which circumstances would the media - box - station ever agree to give the individual a free ride back to Hell? He knew this so well, and he also knew he wouldn't be able to step back into the underworld without either a deal or a fight. And both options would include getting involved with Vox once again in some way or form.
@hhactorauofficial @voxasks can you tell i had so much fun HAHHAHA
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" You certainly are bold, aren't you! Though I will say, it's quite intriguing to see someone guilt over the consequences of his own actions! Supposed to be a silly joke? My, is that regret? How unfortunate! But please, does insulting my morals and my acts make you feel better about yourself? Then you're much lower than I striked you as, haha! "
— Alastor flashed with a smile, his brows quirking upwards. The individual was so.. human yet he had the audacity to even compare himself to the demon. Though really, this was no more than a game to the man. However, the current dialogues being alternatives of the same statement did bore the demon. What a waste of precious time it was to hear such nonsense.
" Please, pick a mind my friend! You keep commentating that we are the same or somewhat in resemblance then you shift your statement to how much of an immoral demon I am and how empathetic you are! How could we ever be even slightly similar when our core beliefs are at converse? Though I don't blame your pitiful act, haha! The human mind is very inconsistent, isn't it? "
— He scrunched his eyes, a devilish grin painted on his aura. He reached his hands towards the actor.
" Seems like it's quite unfair for you to ask me to stop doing one thing while you deliberately ignore my request, dear. Say, how about a deal? Of course not for your soul, but a simple deal between two majorly different identities! I stop calling you with whatever you are displeased at, and you stop remarking my morality! Sounds fair no? "
@hhactorauofficial new thread hehe
@voxasks and you too if you wanna stalk some more
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— The flatscreen actor kicked the shin of the faux - king, the hurt falling with a light thud onto the floor in dramatic cry. The demon let out a huff of a ' Hm.. ' in amusement. A couple of seconds pass by and the ambience haltingly calmed down. The graphic screen stared at Alastor with nonchalance, an expression he didn't quite enjoy seeing on the digital face. Though, the conscious awareness of the actor's true identity did ease the irritation greatly.
" Oh it's no worry! I understand that people nowadays tend to throw their tantrums, haha! Though I hope you are aware that putting on a care - free superficiality won't exactly lower your chances of annihilation! Especially with that prop - head you see. "
— The radio host shrugged his shoulder in acknowledgement of the decline, as expected from those who " wrote him to be that way ". Though Alastor didn't really find peace in such thought. Either ways, the topic proved itself insignificant, as Alastor's main focus shifted to something that actors blabbered out during their childish argument. Was Vox- the demon one- present here as well? Perhaps it would be more fortunate for everyone if he wasn't.
" Fair enough! Now, a question. I couldn't help but notice how you mentioned the appearance of a certain.. real media overlord ahaha. Please intrigue me, is he in this world as well? Or will you pleasure me with a fact where I won't have to deal with another immature scrap? "
@hhactorauofficial id like to think that vox is somewhere watching from the cameras HAHA
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" You certainly are bold, aren't you! Though I will say, it's quite intriguing to see someone guilt over the consequences of his own actions! Supposed to be a silly joke? My, is that regret? How unfortunate! But please, does insulting my morals and my acts make you feel better about yourself? Then you're much lower than I striked you as, haha! "
— Alastor flashed with a smile, his brows quirking upwards. The individual was so.. human yet he had the audacity to even compare himself to the demon. Though really, this was no more than a game to the man. However, the current dialogues being alternatives of the same statement did bore the demon. What a waste of precious time it was to hear such nonsense.
" Please, pick a mind my friend! You keep commentating that we are the same or somewhat in resemblance then you shift your statement to how much of an immoral demon I am and how empathetic you are! How could we ever be even slightly similar when our core beliefs are at converse? Though I don't blame your pitiful act, haha! The human mind is very inconsistent, isn't it? "
— He scrunched his eyes, a devilish grin painted on his aura. He reached his hands towards the actor.
" Seems like it's quite unfair for you to ask me to stop doing one thing while you deliberately ignore my request, dear. Say, how about a deal? Of course not for your soul, but a simple deal between two majorly different identities! I stop calling you with whatever you are displeased at, and you stop remarking my morality! Sounds fair no? "
@hhactorauofficial new thread hehe
@voxasks and you too if you wanna stalk some more
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— Charlie flapped her hands in inconsistent tempo, a loud high pitched ' E ' glazing out of her throat. She took a moment in to calm down her rapid breath, closing her eyes in deep exhale. Her lids fluttered in contained excitement.
" No no! Thank you for deciding to stay with us! We are so excited to have you here! Please, come inside! Let me show you around! "
— Charlie widened the gate further, stepping her figure aside to make way for the new sinner. She held the door for them, her other hand guiding him to the middle of the main area. The place wasn't as grand as it could be, but that much was expected considering the.. multiple attacks the hotel went through.
" Here is the living area.. Oh that's the couch! And here's the bar, a houseplant that's kind of already dead.. The curtains— "
— The radio demon then called her name to remind her of her blabbering. In reponse, the demon-belle giggled awkwardly and instead guided them up the grand stairs where the halls of the rooms laid itself out in sight. They passed down doors which has already been decorated with various tapestries from other residents. Charlie paused her tour at the destination of a door which was marked with a room number.
" Here is your room! And.. here's the key! Please, let us know if there's anything you'd like help on! Feel free to join us down in the living area whenever when you're ready! "
— The blonde popped up a key from her pocket, it's black outlines glimmering ever so slightly under the murky vintage luminescence. She held it out for the new resident to grab.
@hopeful-hellion don't feel pressured to reply with as much text!!
The short jackrabbit demon took a breathe as they approached the absolutely massive hotel. Like, holy shit how many floors and rooms did this place have? It's as if they were prepared to house an entire school in there! As intimidating as the height was, the idea intrigues them when placed against the ad they saw. I mean, the Princess of Hell and the Radio Demon? You'd think there should be lines out the doors to see what crazy shit was happening right this very moment! But nope, they're the only one at the entrance.
They stare at the door hesitantly, stopping as they touch the door itself. "...just gotta make a good impression..." They adjust their over their dark red sweater and adjust the black tank top underneath. "Right...here we go."
And just like that, they've stepped into the Hazbin Hotel.
— The insides of the hotel was bustling with sinners, a very usual atmosphere for the place. The bartender cleaning his bottles and the pink resident trying to provoke him, the belle of the resident sitting in the living area with her beloved, the singular maid running around in mania with a large needle in her hand. And Alastor of course, standing on the side in half - empty gaze, watching the routinely chaos unfold.
— The entrance chimed with a push ever so slightly which made the entire crowd halt in their actions. How long has it been since anyone new made arrival at the hotel? Immediately, the princess' face lit up with sparkles as she ran to the gates. She pulled the handles with excited force to reveal a jackrabbit figure behind, staring with a nervous expression.
" Oh my GOD! Hiii! EEEEEE- Welcome to.. the Hazbin Hotel! "
— Charlie could barely keep her emotions in tact, her eyes dipped in stars and her face scrunched in overjoy. Everyone else.. kind of watched in disbelief at the arrival of the potential new guest. The next to take action was of course, the co-hotelier, Alastor. He faded over to beside of the princess to greet the newcomer, his expression unaltered with a smile.
" Welcome new fellow! To the Hazbin Hotel, will you be staying? "
@hopeful-hellion hehehe
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also guys, please @ me if you reply!!
+ might take a day to reply because i'm busy as hell :')
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— Alastor sat himself on the mini couch in front of his working desk, fiddling and flipping through the papers laid in front. Shuffling sound of paper was followed by the radio demon tapping the table with the paper stack to line up its area.
" No? Oh don't you worry dear! She isn't going to cause any more harm after that one, haha! It's her job, isn't it? No need to risk another visit to me for even more treatment after getting nibbled to bits and pieces by the rats! "
— The tiny shadow stitched his last string and backed off from the individual, the larger one doing the same after the bandaging process had been finished. They jumped in motion and vanished in a green glow.
" All good and patched! Anything else? "
@ratony
( It’s @redislonely I’ve sucked up my courage to send this to you haha. Imm just being using ratony you can see a lot more about him on my blog just basic info he’s one of my featured tags)
@hellishrp
Ratony was having a normal day he qas helping Angel with whatever luggage he had again praying it didn’t squash him as he brought it up to his room from the steps as the elevator had broke again . He had tried to relax in the vents but the other rats had found him again and he was pretty sure they had started a vendetta against him as he was now covered in multiple rat bites
He awkwardly stood by Alastor’s radio tower he would’ve gone to Charlie but her spear girlfriend was absolutely terrifying and they we’re usually attached at the hip, ratony could remember being attached at the hip with someone but his dad had always said that his memories were useless so he didn’t think on it any further.
“Uhh…mister alastor?” He had hesitantly knocked playing with his oversized sleeves pulling on them back and forth “can you help me?” He asked looking down at the bits which were currently bleeding seeping through his trench coats fabric which was already stained with various mysterious liquids.
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quick notice!! the roleplay requests are now semi - selective!! i currently have about 4 roleplays happening concurrently and probably won't add more unless some original ish plot or AU so that i can stay intrigued!!
also guys, please @ me if you reply!!
+ might take a day to reply because i'm busy as hell :')
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— Alastor blinked his eyes in a slow fashion at the interruption and folded his arms neatly on his staff. Alastor would simply raise an eyebrow at the sight of the king and flatscreen as the two entered the room. Did they know how to converse without yelling their lungs out? Or did sophistication go extinct during the times of evolution.
" Well, my my! Quite the commotion we got here. If anything people would think I'm proposing a deal to own his soul! No need for ferocity, is there? Though my gentlemen, I advise you to choose your cards right, haha! "
— If anything, the overlord might just go ahead and return to his tendencies of killing those who he deemed arrogant all around the area.
SORRY FOR LATE RESPONSE @hhactorauofficial spotlights on you!
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" You certainly are bold, aren't you! Though I will say, it's quite intriguing to see someone guilt over the consequences of his own actions! Supposed to be a silly joke? My, is that regret? How unfortunate! But please, does insulting my morals and my acts make you feel better about yourself? Then you're much lower than I striked you as, haha! "
— Alastor flashed with a smile, his brows quirking upwards. The individual was so.. human yet he had the audacity to even compare himself to the demon. Though really, this was no more than a game to the man. However, the current dialogues being alternatives of the same statement did bore the demon. What a waste of precious time it was to hear such nonsense.
" Please, pick a mind my friend! You keep commentating that we are the same or somewhat in resemblance then you shift your statement to how much of an immoral demon I am and how empathetic you are! How could we ever be even slightly similar when our core beliefs are at converse? Though I don't blame your pitiful act, haha! The human mind is very inconsistent, isn't it? "
— He scrunched his eyes, a devilish grin painted on his aura. He reached his hands towards the actor.
" Seems like it's quite unfair for you to ask me to stop doing one thing while you deliberately ignore my request, dear. Say, how about a deal? Of course not for your soul, but a simple deal between two majorly different identities! I stop calling you with whatever you are displeased at, and you stop remarking my morality! Sounds fair no? "
@hhactorauofficial new thread hehe
@voxasks and you too if you wanna stalk some more
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" You certainly are bold, aren't you! Though I will say, it's quite intriguing to see someone guilt over the consequences of his own actions! Supposed to be a silly joke? My, is that regret? How unfortunate! But please, does insulting my morals and my acts make you feel better about yourself? Then you're much lower than I striked you as, haha! "
— Alastor flashed with a smile, his brows quirking upwards. The individual was so.. human yet he had the audacity to even compare himself to the demon. Though really, this was no more than a game to the man. However, the current dialogues being alternatives of the same statement did bore the demon. What a waste of precious time it was to hear such nonsense.
" Please, pick a mind my friend! You keep commentating that we are the same or somewhat in resemblance then you shift your statement to how much of an immoral demon I am and how empathetic you are! How could we ever be even slightly similar when our core beliefs are at converse? Though I don't blame your pitiful act, haha! The human mind is very inconsistent, isn't it? "
— He scrunched his eyes, a devilish grin painted on his aura. He reached his hands towards the actor.
" Seems like it's quite unfair for you to ask me to stop doing one thing while you deliberately ignore my request, dear. Say, how about a deal? Of course not for your soul, but a simple deal between two majorly different identities! I stop calling you with whatever you are displeased at, and you stop remarking my morality! Sounds fair no? "
@hhactorauofficial new thread hehe
@voxasks and you too if you wanna stalk some more
#ALASTOR NOT YOU PULLING UP WITH YOUR DEALS AGAIN STOP YOU MAD PRICK#also alastor stop being a yapper i'm trying so hard to balance the action paragraphs and the speech paragraphs BUT YOURE MAKING THIS HARD#petition for alastor to take medication because this guy needs to chill
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— Both followed into the interiors of the studio, standing right beside the working desk that Alastor used. Upon seeing the individual's ragged clothes and rouge-stained fabric, Alastor shrugged his shoulders. He stood both his hands neatly compiled on the head of his microphone.
" How unfortunate that is! Perhaps I'll mention this issue with the maid, I postulate that she would be quite happier with more critters to stab, haha! Can't have anyone at this hotel have trouble with the services, yes? "
— He shifted his right arm from the mic, the staff now being in one hand. He clicked a snap with a twirl of his hands, a shade of green emanating from his action. In an instant, two shadow-y figures appeared before them. Though they did somewhat represent a human - like form, it was obvious it was more like a puppet. The smaller creature whipped up a needle while the broader one presented a roll of bandages.
— The radio overlord clapped his palms twice, and the two figures pushed the rat onto a nearby couch, a soft thud triggered by the motion. The creature with the needle tugged at his worn fabric, a green thread formulating in between the hole of the fine tool. Without hesitation, it began patching up the clothing with ease. While the other dabbed the scars with alcohol, and prepared it to be wrapped up in bandages.
( It’s @redislonely I’ve sucked up my courage to send this to you haha. Imm just being using ratony you can see a lot more about him on my blog just basic info he’s one of my featured tags)
@hellishrp
Ratony was having a normal day he qas helping Angel with whatever luggage he had again praying it didn’t squash him as he brought it up to his room from the steps as the elevator had broke again . He had tried to relax in the vents but the other rats had found him again and he was pretty sure they had started a vendetta against him as he was now covered in multiple rat bites
He awkwardly stood by Alastor’s radio tower he would’ve gone to Charlie but her spear girlfriend was absolutely terrifying and they we’re usually attached at the hip, ratony could remember being attached at the hip with someone but his dad had always said that his memories were useless so he didn’t think on it any further.
“Uhh…mister alastor?” He had hesitantly knocked playing with his oversized sleeves pulling on them back and forth “can you help me?” He asked looking down at the bits which were currently bleeding seeping through his trench coats fabric which was already stained with various mysterious liquids.
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The short jackrabbit demon took a breathe as they approached the absolutely massive hotel. Like, holy shit how many floors and rooms did this place have? It's as if they were prepared to house an entire school in there! As intimidating as the height was, the idea intrigues them when placed against the ad they saw. I mean, the Princess of Hell and the Radio Demon? You'd think there should be lines out the doors to see what crazy shit was happening right this very moment! But nope, they're the only one at the entrance.
They stare at the door hesitantly, stopping as they touch the door itself. "...just gotta make a good impression..." They adjust their over their dark red sweater and adjust the black tank top underneath. "Right...here we go."
And just like that, they've stepped into the Hazbin Hotel.
— The insides of the hotel was bustling with sinners, a very usual atmosphere for the place. The bartender cleaning his bottles and the pink resident trying to provoke him, the belle of the resident sitting in the living area with her beloved, the singular maid running around in mania with a large needle in her hand. And Alastor of course, standing on the side in half - empty gaze, watching the routinely chaos unfold.
— The entrance chimed with a push ever so slightly which made the entire crowd halt in their actions. How long has it been since anyone new made arrival at the hotel? Immediately, the princess' face lit up with sparkles as she ran to the gates. She pulled the handles with excited force to reveal a jackrabbit figure behind, staring with a nervous expression.
" Oh my GOD! Hiii! EEEEEE- Welcome to.. the Hazbin Hotel! "
— Charlie could barely keep her emotions in tact, her eyes dipped in stars and her face scrunched in overjoy. Everyone else.. kind of watched in disbelief at the arrival of the potential new guest. The next to take action was of course, the co-hotelier, Alastor. He faded over to beside of the princess to greet the newcomer, his expression unaltered with a smile.
" Welcome new fellow! To the Hazbin Hotel, will you be staying? "
@hopeful-hellion hehehe
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