[honestly, Alastor can't believe he's doing this. He should have just sent Emporio to steal something belonging to Vox for the spell. But once the idea crossed his mind, it just would not leave. How easy would Vox be to manipulate?
Time to find out.
Now, how did drunks text, again? Ah, right. Just fatfinger it.]
[oh this is going to be such fun. Thankfully his phone is too old-style to have much in the way of autocorrect, so coming across as absolutely plastered is a simple task]
hahahahaaaaa you answeerd
I foujd
reallly good bourbon
And I think indra nk all of it
becaaye the botte is emoty It was a magic tricj ISNT THAT INTERESTING
[ he has a hard time reading this butchering of the english language, but he can piece enough of it together to get the picture. the one alastor's painting for him anyway. ]
How disappointing. And, here, I thought you were going to invite me over for a drink. Like old times.
[ he's not inviting alastor to the new 'tower'. he'd never fucken hear the end of it. the last thing he wants is to hear them mocking him for such a stupid fucken decision made on impulse... but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't tempted. ]
I'm sure your gumbo is to die for, Alastor, but you can save it. How about meeting me... here.
[ and he sends a location ping for a seedy hole-in-the-wall. ]
[not Valentino though... and he's not sure Velvette would agree with the "friend" label, but they're at least cordial.
As indicated by his text, Alastor is leaning against the building next to the Vee's new headquarters, hunting and pecking on his phone with a single finger and squinting at the screen. He looks mildly disheveled, and reeks of booze -- mostly because he's wearing it like cologne. He has one ear drooped a bit lower than the other and a positively dopey smile.
He should have been a screen actor!! He's killing it right now.
The zapping noise catches his ears and he looks up and waves, and calls out just a bit too loudly. He lets the transatlantic accent slip a bit in favor of a light creole twang, something that Vox would recognize as a sign of true shitfacery from experience.]
VOOOOX. Hiiii. Bonjour. Greetings!! I came to visit~!
[ it takes vox a minute to soak in the sight of alastor looking like a regular booze hell-hound. he swears he can smell the liquor from here. his screen flickers for half a second, his mind racing with all the different things he could d- ]
-!!!! [ and then alastor calls out to him, making a small SCENE. no, he can't have that. not right in front of v-tower. sure, it's not much yet, but he already told that radio fiend NOT to come here. ]
[ he hurries across the street and sets a hand on his shoulder, trying to turn ( and steer ) him away from the tower. ] H- Haha, Alastor, heyy, you, uh, you weren't kidding about being here. I told you not to come HERE.
[he puts his phone into his jacket and leans on Vox] And I told yoooouuuuuu~ [he says with a drawl, flicking one of Vox's antennae like a cat batting a toy] I was already heeeere. How long have I been here? Oh ho hoho... wouldn't you like to knooooow. It's a secret from everyone.
[ god dammit alastor. he feels his composure crack, and so his screen flickers at the flick to his antennae... almost like doing that caused it to happen, but, nope, alastor is just killing vox... slowly. ] H- Hah, yeah, you... did. But let's not be here, alright, ... [ starts leading him to the nearest ANYWHERE BUT HERE. ] Wait, what, what's a secret..? That you're here? [ for him? ugh, he hates how alastor can just make him lose his marbles instantly. ]
[It's amazing. Vox is like putty in his claws... but it seems like pretending to be a helpless wasteoid wasn't going to be enough to sneak into his stronghold, and he's not sure he can steer them back to the tower while keeping up the facade. Regardless, he still needed something of Vox's to use in his gris-gris... But it's fine. He's flexible. There's more than one way to skin a cat, as they say! Time for plan B. He guffaws, then looks at Vox in surprise, pretending like he forgot what he had just said]
Hmmm? What? A secret? What secret? Ooooh, are you gonna tell me... a shhhecret?
I'm not the one with the secret, Alastor. [ that is NOT true. he has feelings of some kind for the radio bastard, but he will never ever admit as much... at least to him. not that it's not obvious. vox shoves alastor into the nearest alley, pinning him against the chipped brick by his lapels, ] Why did you come here? [ but then he realizes that, s- shit, this is a little too close, so he hastily lets him go and steps back. ] ...and why was I the first person you thought to annoy when you got completely shitfaced? [ n- not that he's not flattered, baka. ]
Awwwww~ [he lets himself be led around and even pinned] Why? Hmmmmm... I sssssuppose... old habits die hard? And there was soooomething I was wondering about... [Vox leans away, but Alastor leans back in, flicking his bowtie] Hoooow much of you... is made of tech?
[ of course alastor is RIGHT back up in his space. vox tries not to let it seem like it's exciting him, but the stray sparks of electricity that fly off his face aren't exactly hidden. ] Wh- What the hell kind of question is that?! [ he shoves his hands onto alastor's shoulders to push him straight back into the wall. ] Why do you need to know that anyway?
[personal space is very important to respect! ... for other people. Alastor is allowed to be in whatever space he wants! He sees those sparks, though. Good. Despite Vox's protests, it's working. He lets himself be shoved and laughs ]
Why does anyone wanna know anything Vox? What you think Immunna use it against you? How, eszzactly? Hmmm? I'm curious is all!! I find the infinite variations between Sinners fascinating. And maaaaaaybe... I wanted to see if the sheep gave YOU anything different.
[to emphasize, he flicks his now long tail out from under his coat and brushes it against Vox's screen. It's like a featherduster with a tuft of fluffy fur. A good way to make him sneeze, if his monitor works like that. Otherwise it's just more personal space invasion]
I'll be so sad if I'm the ooonly one they decided to messh around with.
[ for a moment his expression grows serious. ] Yes. [ and then he laughs, because, how?, even an drunken idiot could find a use for information on a demon overlord. ] If you wanted to, Alastor, you could find a way.
Gave me, wha-
[ vox snatches alastor's tail before it can touch him and he looks... upset? disgusted?? pissed??? ] Are you telling me that those sheep did this to you? [ he lets go of his tail and grabs him by the collar, yanking him closely. ] Did those stupid little fuck-ups do this to everybody? [ like val? and velvette? ]
[ is there something he's missing about himself??? ]
[ also is he mad that they messed with alastor? ...yes. ]
[there's a loud hiss of radio static and a glitching of reality when Vox grabs the tail, and Alastor's sclera go black and pupils glow bright red]
Don't touch that. [YOU'RE THE ONE WHO PUT IT IN HIS FACE, ALASTOR...
Once the tail is released, he relaxes back into the drunken stupor he had cultivated, letting Vox yank him close with only a hint of residual irritation]
Mmmmmm. I don't think they did aaaaaanything. Neither of them could find their backsides with both hands, hahaha! But whoever is responsible for theeeee.... whaschacallit.... "mix up". Perhaps! I-- [he moves to walk away from Vox and... trips. It's a fake trip! But it's convincing. As he starts to fall, he grabs hold of the nearest thing, which just so happens to be the front of Vox's shirt and his bowtie... and he "accidentally" rips it off. He even manages to not catch himself as he falls! ... Not well, anyway. His jacket will be damaged, but he must make sacrifices.]
[ vox doesn't look the least bit intimidated. no. he's far too concerned about the other vees and how this bullshit clerical error could have fucked them up. or him, for that matter. he didn't notice any differences, but this shit could manifest later... like a virus. oh man oh man oh- ]
[ he flushes when alastor falls into him, his screen flickering for a moment, but he recovers a second later and goes to help alastor back onto his feet. ] Is there a reason you drank so much? Did something happen? [ it's hard not to let the closeness get to him, because when's the last time they even spent more than a few minutes together? ]
[it's nothing Vox hasn't seen before, anyway. An empty threat, not backed up by anything serious. Not right now, anyway.
Before Vox helps him back up, he quickly slides the bowtie into his jacket pocket. His shirt or pants would have been better, since they were closer to his body, but... this should do, for the time being. Of course he had to make a gris-gris against the only demon in Hell without hair or fluff or feathers or anything else that would be easy to snatch...
He flaps his empty hand and then hands Vox his bowtie back. Of course, it's not the same exact one. Alastor's powers are limited, but he can still conjure up simple clothing -- in this case, an identical copy of the bowtie he just filched. Identical, except this one will disappear once Vox takes his eyes off of it and it passes out of his mind. Vanished, like so many socks in dryers. Anyway, TIME TO GET OUT OF HERE. He has had quite enough of this "being close to Vox" nonsense, thank you.]
Clumsy... [he flaps a hand, dismissive] Nothing happened!! I'm on vacation, silly. [he holds up his arm and "frowns", entirely with his eyes, picking at his sleeve] ... Awwww, I got my coat dirty... I should go clean it before it shhhets in... and before I vomit! Hahaha!!
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Time to find out.
Now, how did drunks text, again? Ah, right. Just fatfinger it.]
Vvox.vooozx. vox. vox. VOX.
1/3
who could be texting him at this hour? ]
actually... i lied. it's not /3. this is going to be long.
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no.
FUCK. ]
[ this is... bad, good, a little bit of both? \
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ok now i'm done. he needed to... vox.
Heyyyyy.
What could you possible need to text me about?
intense voxing was required
hahahahaaaaa you answeerd
I foujd
reallly good bourbon
And I think indra nk all of it
becaaye the botte is emoty
It was a magic tricj
ISNT THAT INTERESTING
1/2 it's ALWAYS necessary
is he... drunk?! ]
Re: intense voxing was required
but he can piece enough of it together to get the picture.
the one alastor's painting for him anyway.]How disappointing.
And, here, I thought you were going to invite me over for a drink.
Like old times.
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well sinve im out of alcohol
you should invite ME over dummy
clwarly
if yuo ask nice i will brng you a plaet of gumbo
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[ he's not inviting alastor to the new 'tower'. he'd never fucken hear the end of it. the last thing he wants is to hear them mocking him for such a stupid fucken decision made on impulse... but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't tempted. ]
I'm sure your gumbo is to die for, Alastor,
but you can save it.
How about meeting me... here.
[ and he sends a location ping for a seedy hole-in-the-wall. ]
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I alrwadt came all teh way here
1/3
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If Velvette or Valentino find you...
[ god dammit, alastor,
he grips his phone tight enough to crack it,
and then teleports outside using the nearest camera. ]
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[not Valentino though... and he's not sure Velvette would agree with the "friend" label, but they're at least cordial.
As indicated by his text, Alastor is leaning against the building next to the Vee's new headquarters, hunting and pecking on his phone with a single finger and squinting at the screen. He looks mildly disheveled, and reeks of booze -- mostly because he's wearing it like cologne. He has one ear drooped a bit lower than the other and a positively dopey smile.
He should have been a screen actor!! He's killing it right now.
The zapping noise catches his ears and he looks up and waves, and calls out just a bit too loudly. He lets the transatlantic accent slip a bit in favor of a light creole twang, something that Vox would recognize as a sign of true shitfacery from experience.]
VOOOOX. Hiiii. Bonjour. Greetings!! I came to visit~!
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-!!!! [ and then alastor calls out to him, making a small SCENE. no, he can't have that. not right in front of v-tower. sure, it's not much yet, but he already told that radio fiend NOT to come here. ]
[ he hurries across the street and sets a hand on his shoulder, trying to turn ( and steer ) him away from the tower. ] H- Haha, Alastor, heyy, you, uh, you weren't kidding about being here. I told you not to come HERE.
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Hmmm? What? A secret? What secret? Ooooh, are you gonna tell me... a shhhecret?
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not that it's not obvious.vox shoves alastor into the nearest alley, pinning him against the chipped brick by his lapels, ] Why did you come here? [ but then he realizes that, s- shit, this is a little too close, so he hastily lets him go and steps back. ] ...and why was I the first person you thought to annoy when you got completely shitfaced? [ n- not that he's not flattered,baka. ]no subject
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Why does anyone wanna know anything Vox? What you think Immunna use it against you? How, eszzactly? Hmmm? I'm curious is all!! I find the infinite variations between Sinners fascinating. And maaaaaaybe... I wanted to see if the sheep gave YOU anything different.
[to emphasize, he flicks his now long tail out from under his coat and brushes it against Vox's screen. It's like a featherduster with a tuft of fluffy fur. A good way to make him sneeze, if his monitor works like that. Otherwise it's just more personal space invasion]
I'll be so sad if I'm the ooonly one they decided to messh around with.
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Gave me, wha-
[ vox snatches alastor's tail before it can touch him and he looks... upset? disgusted?? pissed??? ] Are you telling me that those sheep did this to you? [ he lets go of his tail and grabs him by the collar, yanking him closely. ] Did those stupid little fuck-ups do this to everybody? [ like val? and velvette? ]
[ is there something he's missing about himself??? ]
[ also is he mad that they messed with alastor? ...yes. ]
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Don't touch that. [YOU'RE THE ONE WHO PUT IT IN HIS FACE, ALASTOR...
Once the tail is released, he relaxes back into the drunken stupor he had cultivated, letting Vox yank him close with only a hint of residual irritation]
Mmmmmm. I don't think they did aaaaaanything. Neither of them could find their backsides with both hands, hahaha! But whoever is responsible for theeeee.... whaschacallit.... "mix up". Perhaps! I-- [he moves to walk away from Vox and... trips. It's a fake trip! But it's convincing. As he starts to fall, he grabs hold of the nearest thing, which just so happens to be the front of Vox's shirt and his bowtie... and he "accidentally" rips it off. He even manages to not catch himself as he falls! ... Not well, anyway. His jacket will be damaged, but he must make sacrifices.]
Ahhhh.... oopsie daisies.
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[ he flushes when alastor falls into him, his screen flickering for a moment, but he recovers a second later and goes to help alastor back onto his feet. ] Is there a reason you drank so much? Did something happen? [ it's hard not to let the closeness get to him, because when's the last time they even spent more than a few minutes together? ]
im sorry this tag is so long im tired and wordy
Before Vox helps him back up, he quickly slides the bowtie into his jacket pocket. His shirt or pants would have been better, since they were closer to his body, but... this should do, for the time being. Of course he had to make a gris-gris against the only demon in Hell without hair or fluff or feathers or anything else that would be easy to snatch...
He flaps his empty hand and then hands Vox his bowtie back. Of course, it's not the same exact one. Alastor's powers are limited, but he can still conjure up simple clothing -- in this case, an identical copy of the bowtie he just filched. Identical, except this one will disappear once Vox takes his eyes off of it and it passes out of his mind. Vanished, like so many socks in dryers. Anyway, TIME TO GET OUT OF HERE. He has had quite enough of this "being close to Vox" nonsense, thank you.]
Clumsy... [he flaps a hand, dismissive] Nothing happened!! I'm on vacation, silly. [he holds up his arm and "frowns", entirely with his eyes, picking at his sleeve] ... Awwww, I got my coat dirty... I should go clean it before it shhhets in... and before I vomit! Hahaha!!