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“ 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐍, my dear -- ” Alastor greeted with the typical, static—induced whine.
“ So glad to see 𝘆𝗼𝘂 with a smile, of all things. ”
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Where there was once an irritatingly 𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗱 flood of fresh guests pouring their way into the hotel, now there was nothing... Alastor's buck—like ears sprung to full height, and his often un—changing expression furrowed its brow.
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... in front of itself, muttering heretic curses in a dead language... before suddenly stopping, and turning a dark helm back towards...
❝ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘰 𝘋𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯... ❞ It spoke in an almost accusatory tone.
❝ ... Quaint residence... for insurrectionists. ❞
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The mere mention of the showman had not escaped Alastor's grasp. The sudden pitch and whine of frequency came and went in the blink of an eye, almost like he was drawing in a shark and quick breath.
“ Well -- that does little in the way of complications! ”
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❛ The angel fled after I challenged her. / Vox / is currently enjoying all the credit for merely sweeping in and checking on Eve. ❜
Cue an irritated role of her eyes.
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His eyes grow 𝘄𝗶𝗱𝗲, practically beaming with blood—soaked crimson. The jagged, tooth—filled grin across his face remains unchanged, with only his eyes to show how he felt in the moment... and even then, it wasn't clear whether or not he was ecstatic or not.
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❛ Lucky you, to have a loyal frontline witness. ❜
Never would she take up her ally’s time with drivel. Instead, she grins in turn as she relays something far bigger.
❛ This blood .ᐣ Eve’s. An angel fallen for attacking its own kind .ᐟ ❜
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∕ xn--letteringfromze-wc6kjaae…
buying all 6 of them when they come.. ( ik they gotta have lloyd and sensei wu coming too )........
For one, and for only a moment, the demon had to stop himself from wearing an even bigger smile -- One that his face simply couldn't bear.
“ Oh, how marvelous! ” Clasping his hands together in an overly joyous display.
“ An -- exorcist, you say? ” There's that vacant look in his eyes, a sudden wave of radio static graveling beneath his voice.
“ How... alarmingly delectable! ”
Ohhh, i don't debase myself with their trifle politics, my dear girl.
I've had quite enough of their jive to last a lifetime.
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There was a 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗹𝗲. Like the stuttering whine of an aged radio trying to find its long—lost channels. Alastor did not bother with the introductory handshake, he did not even bother saying his name.
His knuckles popped snd cracked as he held himself back...
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Willow smiled tightly. "Heard the good word that this place- uh, place is redeeming... sinners? And that the rooms are free maybe? I hope."
He's trying his absolute best not to back away.
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Together, they remained. Every step in their little dance threatened to disrupt the neutral tension that aired between them. Alastor's sly expression drew alarmingly close to hers, as the music reached a slow dip, and he moved in a symmetrical rhythm.
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&& does not fall equal to subservience.
Her shadow may trail his, and yet still she speaks.
❛ Does a pawn in your game with information on the K͟i͟n͟g͟ truly not interest you, my friend .ᐣ ❜
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𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑 hums a quiet tune beneath his cold, decayed breath... His eye hadn't given much traction to the little man as he passed by, assuming him to be some tame, mild—mannered sinner.. Lost and seeking this 𝗳𝗿𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 endeavor by the Princess' grace.
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if it was serious, then perhaps...
It seems to be pretty popular. He wonders if the rooms are complimentary. He hopes. Is money different down here?
Slinking inside, the human passes by @broadcastborne with his head kept low.
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Alastor feigned a moment of thinking, rolling his eyes up and to the side, as if he were struggling to recall something...
“ 𝗛𝗺𝗺... I suppose you haven't. But there 𝗶𝘀 a time and a place for everything, my dear.. ”
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❛ He hardly had the heart for the job.❜
Classical music echoes through the room, a pitch black phonograph that hadn’t been there a moment prior playing.
❛ Tell me, though — when it counts, have I͟ ever let you down .ᐣ ❜
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What a clever 𝗰𝗮𝘁, she was... With the flick of the wrist, his staff vanishes in a flutter of luminous—green flames. Finding a place to perch at her hip, matching her step with similar vigar ... Just which of them was leading?
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❛ My, my — it’s me you choose to criticize .ᐣ Right after our dear Husker’s little b͟e͟n͟d͟e͟r͟ .ᐣ❜
Mirroring the smirk he always wears, her tail creeps into what little space remains between them, wrapped around his waist — guiding him into a simple two step.
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