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#✧˖*°࿐ Alastor Ver. // shake my HAND don’t be NAIVE.
voidfell · 8 months
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The face of a man who is doing an excellent job of pretending he's not upset about having to throw Mimsy out.
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voidfell · 8 months
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@happyhctel just heard the most jack skellington ripoff mental breakdown.
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His laughter is cut off by a choking cough, blood dripping from his mouth and sticky between the claw still fisted in his ruined jacket. The green glow of his own magic was a pulsing light instead of the warm fire, and Alastor propped himself up against what was left of his broadcast dashboard. Wasting precious energy on talking at nothing had actually seemed to help, except for the fact that his chest was still very much bleeding, slowly stitching itself back together under the power he still had left.
The battle was over, the silence falling over the ruined hotel and all of the dead left where they'd been felled. He'd almost been one of them-- and he just needed a moment to pull himself together.
Alastor would rejoin the others when he wasn't such a mess. Right now he only had the energy to lick his wounds, his free claw grabbing blindly for the halves of his staff, hoping to draw some power from it.
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voidfell · 8 months
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Casually swirls his drink in his glass deep in thought. It has come to his attention that he's definitely growing restless from the last few months.
"Maybe I should pick up an old hobby."
Is he talking about music, cooking, maybe whittling? No, he is actively considering becoming a serial killer again, actually.
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voidfell · 1 year
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"Skin is just leather waiting to happen."
Absolutely not something you want to hear someone say out loud, much less while whittling away at a small hunk of wood.
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voidfell · 6 months
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FROM THE INBOX: ❝ I have to say, it is nice to meet up with friends. I've been feeling rather lonely since I got out of the hospital. ❞ There was a multitude of reasons for that loneliness but he didn't need to divulge that information. No need for oversharing. - stolas to alastor ! / @happyhctel
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"Oh, I wholeheartedly agree my good fellow. It's been nonstop hustle and bustle since Extermination Day. It's nice to get out for once and have a quiet afternoon to reconnect with friends."
Alastor was in a similar boat, though he'd never gone to the hospital for his grievous injury. In fact, he was still going well out of his way to make sure no one even knew about it. He most certainly didn't mind the distraction from the Hotel today.
"I had heard about that." The News was Alastor's business after all. "How are you faring?"
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voidfell · 1 year
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FROM THE INBOX: ❝ Well, well. This is quite the establishment. I am rather curious to know what your investment is in this little experiment. ❞ - stolas to alastor / @livesforgttn
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"Why, I think the whole endeavor is delightful, of course."
Please ignore that he's trying not to laugh. He can't help himself, this whole hotel is still very much one big joke to him. The idea of redemption is laughable, but who is he to deny Charlie her dreams? Especially when the end result will be objectively hilarious.
"After that fiasco on the picture box, I just had to come and see the place for myself, and since I've nothing better to do, I offered a little help. Some friends of mine fill the staff, a mention here or there on my Radio Show. . . I admit I don't fully agree with the idea, but I think there's something to giving people something to hope for, isn't there?"
Especially when those hopes would ultimately end in bombastic, soul-crushing failure as sinners realize they'll never be good enough to grace heaven's ugly pearly gates.
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voidfell · 8 months
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He was feeling homesick so now he's in the kitchen cooking, the savory smell fills the room and a soft jazzy tune is playing from his microphone.
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voidfell · 8 months
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@happyhctel said: bite husk, u won't
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Won't he though?? He's definitely going to bite him now.
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voidfell · 8 months
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He's just standing there. Menacingly.
Well, technically he's going through the paperwork for his Radio Show, but still, he is here, and is therefore menacing.
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voidfell · 1 year
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FROM THE INBOX: "I must admit I'm, rather starstruck S-sir, when my boss assigned me to your call I thought he was playing a practical joke on me.." - Moxxie for Alastor / @diisccvery
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"What a pleasure, then! I'm always pleased as punch to meet a fan. Now, my good fellow, you obviously know me, names Alastor, and you are?"
Alastor in all likelihood, could have taken care of this business himself, if he just had patience and waited. But it was so much more entertaining to get the job done quickly-- plus he had been one of the very few people who had happened to catch that delightful little jingle of IMP's-- and they looked like much more fun than figuring out his own way to the human realm!
Once his old friend was in hell, well, Alastor would take it from there.
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voidfell · 1 year
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FROM THE INBOX: CAUGHT :  for one muse to walk in on the other singing/dancing. from Charlie to Alastor? u can choose who caught who :) / @sevenciircles
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Alastor hummed under his breath, cheerfully singing a song his mother had taught him when he was alive while he moved around doing busy work. He'd always found it frustrating to try to sit down and do the boring parts of owning a radio station. Schedules to be drummed up, paperwork to be done, and things that he could delegate to underlings if he desired. But Alastor would rather know it was done right than risk someone else doing the job wrong.
If you want something done right, do it yourself after all.
"Something I can help you with, my dear?"
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