A husk of a former self

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Husk stared at the TV for a good while, raising his eyebrow. "The fuck?" He managed out, he didn't care so mich about the money but Octavia running off with something that dangerous definitely caught his attention. "Fucking royal teenager rebels." He grumbled under his breath. Walking out of the hotel with a huff, thinking she might be going through a lot on her own, considering what happened with Stolas.

*Officers chased after the pair, trying to get the creature to stop but to no avail. This is going to be a long day.*

He let out a long drawn out sigh. "I'm going to hate every second of this, aren't i?" He most likely is. Yet he still took flight and chased after the strange creature, trying to call after it. "Hey! Could you maybe, pause for a moment?" He glances back at the officers behind them. "Uh... Somewhere without the officers obviously."

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Husk stared at the TV for a good while, raising his eyebrow. "The fuck?" He managed out, he didn't care so mich about the money but Octavia running off with something that dangerous definitely caught his attention. "Fucking royal teenager rebels." He grumbled under his breath. Walking out of the hotel with a huff, thinking she might be going through a lot on her own, considering what happened with Stolas.

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"Hey! The hell is going on!?" He of course wanted answers too.

"...Uh-huh." He didn't seem to trust what they were saying, at least is skeptical about it. "You're chasing her around for that? She doesn't look suicidal."

@bbgbtch @ask-the-ultimate-cosplayer @bartender-husk @class-105 @tobys-multiverse-official

"Hey! The hell is going on!?" He of course wanted answers too.

@bartender-husk (I'm soooo sorry I tagged you in literally all of these events but I haven't been in the rp community for a whileee...) @nastrond-and-valhalla

"Ohhh, eager to play, aren't we?" she taunts, deciding to instead come out of the palace as a whole. She's probably well aware of Husk is, both as a former overlord himself and as a companion to Alastor now, but... well, she's also wayyyyy more powerful than any overlord. So it isn't like she really has anything to fear there. "Hmm... Keen instincts, powerful wings... It's almost enough to make me want to keep you alive. Almost," she croons. But now that she's fully visible, that also gives Husk a decent enough chance to fight back or try to escape. She's just one woman after all... right?

"And a Happy Halloween to you too." His tone was sarcastic, he was hoping to at least find a way out of his perdicament knowing Alastor can't save him here. "What's with the sport of killings?" He hoped to get her distracted with talking, trying any strategy to escape.

"Well, your kind aren't exactly useful for much, hm?" Stella croons. In truth, she just has... a lot of pent-up anger. She was a child bride with no control over her life, had to get pregnant and have a baby with a man she barely knew, let alone loved, and was expected to do it all while maintaining the image of perfection. Anybody would be angry. It doesn't justify her actions at all, but it's definitely an explanation for them. She asserts power over anyone she can because of how little she truly had over her own life. "Now then, are you going to be a good little kitty cat and take the bullet in the heart or the brain? Or... will I have to get more creative as a hunter?"

He rolled his eyes at her words, he clearly wasn't just going to sit still and take a bullet, he isn't that suicidal. "Miss, do you maybe... Need someone to talk to? I can lend a listening ear if you need to vent." He offered as he could see there was a lot of pent up anger there. Her situation probably not fully known to everyone in Hell, had anyone ever just taken the time to hear her out he wondered.

"'Vent'?" Stella scoffs. She doesn't know Husk, after all, and she wouldn't really feel comfortable sharing anything with him. "And why would I trust you with such information?" He's gotten her attention, at least... for now.

"Okay that's... Fair." He can't blame her for being distrustful of sharing personal struggles with him considering they have never spoken once until now. "Well for one, i'm not the type to go around spilling secret, i can assure you it's safe with me." He is usually one who is good at keeping those things safe, he's a bartender so he got experience. "I'm a stranger but maybe... It wouldn't be so bad for someone to hear you out for once?"

Stella thought for a moment, and sighed. "I suppose it wouldn't be the... worst thing. But not here. Definitely not here." She turns and starts heading back toward the palace, expecting Husk to follow her. Not that she'll really bother chasing if he doesn't. She'll probably just try and shoot him again.

"Fair enough, wouldn't want to take it out in the open."

"So why is it you really want to speak with me? Nobody would dare demand to be spoken to by a demon of my caliber unless they were desperate," she half-snarls, as though she sounds bitter because of it. But... girl, you were literally just holding him at gunpoint?

"Well for starters you were shooting at me so i was pretty desperate." Points for honesty at least. "And you seemed like you needed someone to talk to."

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It didn't take long for Emily to make her way to Hell, returning to the misery that had first cost her her life. And there's just something... off, about her. No life behind her smile. But unlike Alastor or Valentino, who earn fear with their brutish actions, Emily just seems... creepy. Even her gait is weird, as though her body is just being puppeteered by someone— or something— else. "Hiiii~. Husk, right? Hehe... Nice to meet you," she says. There's nothing outwardly wrong with her words or tone, but something here just isn't right.

Husk backed away slightly, as if put off by the strange eerie feeling she was giving off. "Yeah? That's me. Do i know you?" Right, he hasn't met Emily yet but she definitely knew him, he could gather that much. "Nice to meet you too."

She smiles, but with Husk's time spent with Alastor, he would likely notice how strained it truly appeared. "I'm Emily. Charlie's... friend?" She takes a step closer for each step Husk takes back, like a predator stalking its prey. Not only that, she's giving off... a really foul smell that Husk, again due to working with not just Alastor, but Niffty, might recognize as the scent of decomposition. Death. "Charlie's told me soooo much about you." Not only that, her voice is super... monotone. Not at all like the joyful angel Charlie knew.

"Emily... She spoke about an angel friend before." There's no doubt Charlie would because Emily was the only one standing up beside her. "Oh has she now? Like what?" His guard still up, not taking his eyes off her even for a second.

Emily nodded. "Hehe, that's me~..." She thinks for a moment about what to say, since there's probably a decent deal. "Like... that you love to drink... that you hate people... and that you're trapped in a soul deal, but that your owner is 'chill', if a little spooky..." Ah, right. Charlie would have no reason to believe Alastor is cruel toward Husk, she wasn't around to see it. And "hate people" is likely a reference to Husk's usual gruffness, but even then, likely not Charlie's exact words.

"Well i wouldn't call it hate exactly but... Maybe grumpy?" At least he's self aware of his own gruff behaviour towards others. "Uuhh... Right, chill... Let's call it that. What are you doing down here exactly?" He's curious about what Emily could possibilly want down here. Especially if he's truly dealing with someone already dead.

"Isn't it the same?" Emily asks, her voice almost mockingly sweet. Then she lets out a dull giggle, a fly landing literally on the surface of her eye before she blinks it away, yet another sign of something... rotting. Flies are decomposers, after all. "I wanted to meet you all... After so long, we can be friends..." she insists, although instantly the idea of what it might mean to be her "friend" is a little alarming...

He's definitely starting to get really creeped out as the hair on his body started standing up when a cat puff themselves up. "Uh... That's nice." He was trying to keep himself calm for now. "What does being your friend come with?" He knows to ask of course.

@unknown-ultimates @nastrond-and-valhalla @bartender-husk

"Charlie, look at me. Hey." His tone was a bit panicked. "Don't let them get to you. It's going to be alright."

"I-I just... why...?" she pleaded, desperate to understand why someone would want to do this to her, when all she wants is to help others.

"No i had no idea... If i did i would had been here sooner." He sighed and tried to think of how to word things. "Sometimes... People are cruel, you didn't do anything wrong."

"Maybe... Maybe this is a sign there's no redemption waiting here..." Oh dear. This is especially tragic when you realize that she knows Pentious is in Heaven now. But now, she's... giving up? On everything?

"Woah woah, what?" This obviously shocked the guy, she was just giving up? Just like that? "You... Can't just give up Charlie, not now that you have come this far."

"Why can't I, if it was all for nothing?" Charlie snaps, her tone much more... short with Husk than she normally would be. But then again, she's already been pushed to her breaking point. "If nobody will ever see me as anything more than a happy little fairytale addict, then maybe it's time I started acting like the Princess of Hell they want to see."

"Alright... Let's take a deep breath. You don't have to go that far, you can... Prove them wrong." He was trying to find ways to help her gain her faith back but knew it wasn't going to be easy. "I know you aren't just a happy go-lucky girl but you have seen changes in Angel, haven't you?"

"...You think I can still salvage this?" she manages to grit out, her tone wary, clearly searching for any sign of insincerity. "And Angel? What if Angel is acting? He's so insistent that he's an 'actor'." Oh wow. No hiding the disdain even for her friends, since after all, Angel is very vocal about not believing in her plans.

"Angel may be an actor but he's a good guy deep down." Of course he wants to believe in Angel. "I think you can salvage it." He was being honest but knew Charlie was currently feeling on edge.

She looks around at the corpses now strewn about the floor of the station, now looking more... sad than anything. Not out of remorse, no. These people had made her suffer for what felt like forever, they deserved every bit of the torment she inflicted on them. Rather, from the truth of the knowledge that no one in Hell had ever truly believed in her. "...Let's go back to the hotel," she says simply, her eyes glowing faintly.

"You-" He looked a bit unsure of how to deal with this situation, one wrong word and he could very well be the next body. "...Alright. Let's go, no need to stay around here."

@unknown-ultimates @bartender-husk

Husk was obviously confused, what was she even running from? He needed a moment to think. "What? Can you calm down miss and tell me what's going on? Who is going to kill you?" He can't provide help if he doesn't know what he's dealing with here.

Husk now trailing his eyes at the shadow let out a soft long drawn sigh. "Al... What are you doing? Where are you?" He called out, knowing full well who it was now.

Alastor steps out of his shadow, meaning he wasn't there originally, but was summoned by Husk calling for him. A common way overlords can communicate with their thralls is to heed their summons, after all. "What now?" he asks calmly, before his eyes land on the corpse of the woman. "Oh my. Did you stumble upon this gorey sight, Husk? Or did you... witness it happen?" In Smile, if you witness the suicide, the demon will induce hallucinations and pure terror for about a week before you succumb and end up killing yourself the same way, spreading it to yet another host. So it's important that Alastor knows whether or not he has to try and reverse the curse or not.

Husk raising a suspicious eyebrow at him yet still figured it was better he was honest to Alastor. "I saw it happen." He said flat out like it wasn't a problem but this means Alastor had to try to reverse it if he didn't want Husk to be the next victim. "What about it?"

"Oh? Well, congratulations, my dear! You have seven days, give or take, to live!" Alastor exclaims. Despite his admittedly not terrible intentions in saying it, though, that sentence was VERY poorly worded. It just sounds like he doesn't intend to help.

"What?" He was clearly distressed about this, the wording didn't help on his shock. "So wait, what do i do?" His tone clearly panicked because... Why wouldn't it be? He still had something to live for.

Alastor cocked an eyebrow. "My advice? Lock yourself in a padded room for the rest of your existence, of course!" Alastor explains semi-cheerfully. In truth, he's mentally weighing his options. To reverse the curse as a whole, it'll likely require... going through Roo. And as one might imagine, he isn't exactly keen on the idea of confronting the owner of his soul.

Husk snarled, he was obviously not happy at all with that response. "You gotta be joking, that can't be the only way to get out of this alive."

Sighing, he turns away, mentally debating with himself over Husk's fate, before luckily giving in. "...Let me make one thing perfectly clear, darling: you are not to speak a word of what you see in these next moments, not even to your beloved Angel Dust. If I hear otherwise, I will teach you the meaning of 'blood eagle'... personally." The blood eagle is a medieval torture form where someone's ribs are exposed and bent backwards to be akin to angel wings. Yikes! But well, all things considered, this is as much mercy as Alastor will ever truly give.

Husk's ears pinned down, his instincts kicking in alongside his fear, he knew that wasn't something he should challenge Alastor in obviously and nodded in understanding. "Yes, sir... Understood. I won't say a word to anyone about this. I swear." He was most likely going to obey this time.

@bartender-husk @nastrond-and-valhalla

"Uh... Hey there. Can we... Talk about this?" He was trying to negotiate obviously, to find a way out of danger he currently was in.

Heart Eyes doesn't answer directly yet, plunging the machete through the chest of the person Husk had bumped into with a growl. His voice is so familiar, Husk can't possibly miss it. "I fuckin' hate Halloween..." Angel???

"Angel? What's all of..." He motioned at the body and Angel's get up. "This about?"

"I told ya, hun, I hate this fuckin' holiday." No effort to hide who he is from his boyfriend, huh? But there's got to be a reason someone usually pretty non-violent is suddenly so aggressive. "This time'a year, Val's got me doin' all the disturbing fetishes. Like... puttin' me on snuff duty, or makin' me act in those really taboo or violent kinks... Got my hand sawed off the other night," he says nonchalantly, as though it's a regular occurrence for him. Violent kinks like dismemberment and death-related ones, probably, and Angel just unfortunately has to suffer them. Needless to say, he'd be envious and even angry at people who don't have to suffer what he does during this time of year.

"Oh... Fuck, i'm sorry you have to go through all that, i... Is there anything i can do to help you feel better?" He was offering some kind of comfort to his boyfriend, which should mean a lot considering he isn't usually the cuddly type, only ever with Angel. He wanted the spider to feel better.

"Just... Just don't fuckin' touch me, capisce?" he asks. It makes sense. When he has to suffer such vile pains this time of year, any touch would seem dangerous. Which is likely why he's killing, too. Intimacy as a whole lately would naturally give him the feeling of being in danger, even if it isn't his own.

He sighed and nodded in understanding, he was going to respect Angel's boundaries as he didn't want to upset the guy further. Accidentally killing Husk would probably send Angel into a very bad state too. "Got it." He sat down by the pavement and patted the space beside him. "Come sit with me, let's just relax a bit." Asking him to join, it was clear he was still trying to comfort his boyfriend even if he was just told to not touch.

Angel raises an eyebrow, sitting beside Husk despite everything, but looking back at the corpse. "Shouldn't we get away from the crime scene?" he asks. Though honestly, being under Valentino, or any of the Vees really, buys him a lot of protection and privilege in Hell. Plus, he's still INCREDIBLY famous. Anyone under a really powerful overlord would often be afforded more protection than someone without such connections. Because who really wants to risk pissing off the Vees?

Husk looked back at the corpses then shrugged to himself. "Eeehhh, naaah." He wasn't worried it seems. "So... Shitty day, right?" He glances at Angel with clear concern in his tone.

He groans. "Literally feels like I'm dyin' all over again. Same excruciatin' pain and all," he comments. His body in Hell has a much higher tolerance to drugs than when he was alive, also due in part to dying of an overdose, which is why he doesn't always "appear" high, even if he's on a whole bunch of drugs. Sadly, that also means this kind of suffering can easily fly under the radar for him.

"Angel..." He looked unsure of how to åroceed here, it was clearly something that was hurting Angel but how could he make it better when Val was still alive? "I know it can feel like you're dying but know that i'm here for you. If there's anything i can do to help, let me know."

"Oh, it's you guys, come on in." He paused at the new people. "New friends?"

Mash: "We met them not too long ago...there nice people..." Mash said rubbing the back of hisown head. "Hope you don't mind us visiting the hotel for the Halloween Season...this was Kurama and Hiei's idea with a lot of backing from Shinigami...she has been the most happy about this."

"I can tell. I don't mind you spending timd here, come on in." He stepped aside to let them in. "Nice to meet you all, i don't often get a full group of visitors here."

Luluco: "It is so nice in here!"

Gojo: "Aand off she goes" He chuckled. "Yeah, it seemed like the perfect place to crash and party."

Hiei: "Overpopulation...city here in hell is fucking huge...can't have too many people in it."

"What?! Exterminations? That doesn't sound good at all."

Hiei: "Yep Hell's hierarchy goes Sinners, Succubi, Imps and Hellhounds...Imps are like the working class of hell...so...they don't get along well with sinners...they have to do things...some of the IMPS just...do things differently then most would."

"Sounds complicated, i had no idea Hell had such a system up."

Hiei: "Speaking of...is Charlie around? I am sure she would be happy meeting new people..."

Gojo: "Charlie is very kind so she'd love to talk to anyone."

"Oh, it's you guys, come on in." He paused at the new people. "New friends?"

Mash: "We met them not too long ago...there nice people..." Mash said rubbing the back of hisown head. "Hope you don't mind us visiting the hotel for the Halloween Season...this was Kurama and Hiei's idea with a lot of backing from Shinigami...she has been the most happy about this."

"I can tell. I don't mind you spending timd here, come on in." He stepped aside to let them in. "Nice to meet you all, i don't often get a full group of visitors here."

Luluco: "It is so nice in here!"

Gojo: "Aand off she goes" He chuckled. "Yeah, it seemed like the perfect place to crash and party."

Hiei: "Overpopulation...city here in hell is fucking huge...can't have too many people in it."

"What?! Exterminations? That doesn't sound good at all."

Hiei: "Yep Hell's hierarchy goes Sinners, Succubi, Imps and Hellhounds...Imps are like the working class of hell...so...they don't get along well with sinners...they have to do things...some of the IMPS just...do things differently then most would."

"Sounds complicated, i had no idea Hell had such a system up."

@bartender-husk (I'm soooo sorry I tagged you in literally all of these events but I haven't been in the rp community for a whileee...) @nastrond-and-valhalla

"Ohhh, eager to play, aren't we?" she taunts, deciding to instead come out of the palace as a whole. She's probably well aware of Husk is, both as a former overlord himself and as a companion to Alastor now, but... well, she's also wayyyyy more powerful than any overlord. So it isn't like she really has anything to fear there. "Hmm... Keen instincts, powerful wings... It's almost enough to make me want to keep you alive. Almost," she croons. But now that she's fully visible, that also gives Husk a decent enough chance to fight back or try to escape. She's just one woman after all... right?

"And a Happy Halloween to you too." His tone was sarcastic, he was hoping to at least find a way out of his perdicament knowing Alastor can't save him here. "What's with the sport of killings?" He hoped to get her distracted with talking, trying any strategy to escape.

"Well, your kind aren't exactly useful for much, hm?" Stella croons. In truth, she just has... a lot of pent-up anger. She was a child bride with no control over her life, had to get pregnant and have a baby with a man she barely knew, let alone loved, and was expected to do it all while maintaining the image of perfection. Anybody would be angry. It doesn't justify her actions at all, but it's definitely an explanation for them. She asserts power over anyone she can because of how little she truly had over her own life. "Now then, are you going to be a good little kitty cat and take the bullet in the heart or the brain? Or... will I have to get more creative as a hunter?"

He rolled his eyes at her words, he clearly wasn't just going to sit still and take a bullet, he isn't that suicidal. "Miss, do you maybe... Need someone to talk to? I can lend a listening ear if you need to vent." He offered as he could see there was a lot of pent up anger there. Her situation probably not fully known to everyone in Hell, had anyone ever just taken the time to hear her out he wondered.

"'Vent'?" Stella scoffs. She doesn't know Husk, after all, and she wouldn't really feel comfortable sharing anything with him. "And why would I trust you with such information?" He's gotten her attention, at least... for now.

"Okay that's... Fair." He can't blame her for being distrustful of sharing personal struggles with him considering they have never spoken once until now. "Well for one, i'm not the type to go around spilling secret, i can assure you it's safe with me." He is usually one who is good at keeping those things safe, he's a bartender so he got experience. "I'm a stranger but maybe... It wouldn't be so bad for someone to hear you out for once?"

Stella thought for a moment, and sighed. "I suppose it wouldn't be the... worst thing. But not here. Definitely not here." She turns and starts heading back toward the palace, expecting Husk to follow her. Not that she'll really bother chasing if he doesn't. She'll probably just try and shoot him again.

"Fair enough, wouldn't want to take it out in the open."

@bartender-husk @nastrond-and-valhalla @unknown-ultimates

It didn't take long for Emily to make her way to Hell, returning to the misery that had first cost her her life. And there's just something... off, about her. No life behind her smile. But unlike Alastor or Valentino, who earn fear with their brutish actions, Emily just seems... creepy. Even her gait is weird, as though her body is just being puppeteered by someone— or something— else. "Hiiii~. Husk, right? Hehe... Nice to meet you," she says. There's nothing outwardly wrong with her words or tone, but something here just isn't right.

Husk backed away slightly, as if put off by the strange eerie feeling she was giving off. "Yeah? That's me. Do i know you?" Right, he hasn't met Emily yet but she definitely knew him, he could gather that much. "Nice to meet you too."

She smiles, but with Husk's time spent with Alastor, he would likely notice how strained it truly appeared. "I'm Emily. Charlie's... friend?" She takes a step closer for each step Husk takes back, like a predator stalking its prey. Not only that, she's giving off... a really foul smell that Husk, again due to working with not just Alastor, but Niffty, might recognize as the scent of decomposition. Death. "Charlie's told me soooo much about you." Not only that, her voice is super... monotone. Not at all like the joyful angel Charlie knew.

"Emily... She spoke about an angel friend before." There's no doubt Charlie would because Emily was the only one standing up beside her. "Oh has she now? Like what?" His guard still up, not taking his eyes off her even for a second.

Emily nodded. "Hehe, that's me~..." She thinks for a moment about what to say, since there's probably a decent deal. "Like... that you love to drink... that you hate people... and that you're trapped in a soul deal, but that your owner is 'chill', if a little spooky..." Ah, right. Charlie would have no reason to believe Alastor is cruel toward Husk, she wasn't around to see it. And "hate people" is likely a reference to Husk's usual gruffness, but even then, likely not Charlie's exact words.

"Well i wouldn't call it hate exactly but... Maybe grumpy?" At least he's self aware of his own gruff behaviour towards others. "Uuhh... Right, chill... Let's call it that. What are you doing down here exactly?" He's curious about what Emily could possibilly want down here. Especially if he's truly dealing with someone already dead.

@unknown-ultimates @nastrond-and-valhalla @bartender-husk

"Charlie, look at me. Hey." His tone was a bit panicked. "Don't let them get to you. It's going to be alright."

"I-I just... why...?" she pleaded, desperate to understand why someone would want to do this to her, when all she wants is to help others.

"No i had no idea... If i did i would had been here sooner." He sighed and tried to think of how to word things. "Sometimes... People are cruel, you didn't do anything wrong."

"Maybe... Maybe this is a sign there's no redemption waiting here..." Oh dear. This is especially tragic when you realize that she knows Pentious is in Heaven now. But now, she's... giving up? On everything?

"Woah woah, what?" This obviously shocked the guy, she was just giving up? Just like that? "You... Can't just give up Charlie, not now that you have come this far."

"Why can't I, if it was all for nothing?" Charlie snaps, her tone much more... short with Husk than she normally would be. But then again, she's already been pushed to her breaking point. "If nobody will ever see me as anything more than a happy little fairytale addict, then maybe it's time I started acting like the Princess of Hell they want to see."

"Alright... Let's take a deep breath. You don't have to go that far, you can... Prove them wrong." He was trying to find ways to help her gain her faith back but knew it wasn't going to be easy. "I know you aren't just a happy go-lucky girl but you have seen changes in Angel, haven't you?"

"...You think I can still salvage this?" she manages to grit out, her tone wary, clearly searching for any sign of insincerity. "And Angel? What if Angel is acting? He's so insistent that he's an 'actor'." Oh wow. No hiding the disdain even for her friends, since after all, Angel is very vocal about not believing in her plans.

"Angel may be an actor but he's a good guy deep down." Of course he wants to believe in Angel. "I think you can salvage it." He was being honest but knew Charlie was currently feeling on edge.

@unknown-ultimates @bartender-husk

Husk was obviously confused, what was she even running from? He needed a moment to think. "What? Can you calm down miss and tell me what's going on? Who is going to kill you?" He can't provide help if he doesn't know what he's dealing with here.

Husk now trailing his eyes at the shadow let out a soft long drawn sigh. "Al... What are you doing? Where are you?" He called out, knowing full well who it was now.

Alastor steps out of his shadow, meaning he wasn't there originally, but was summoned by Husk calling for him. A common way overlords can communicate with their thralls is to heed their summons, after all. "What now?" he asks calmly, before his eyes land on the corpse of the woman. "Oh my. Did you stumble upon this gorey sight, Husk? Or did you... witness it happen?" In Smile, if you witness the suicide, the demon will induce hallucinations and pure terror for about a week before you succumb and end up killing yourself the same way, spreading it to yet another host. So it's important that Alastor knows whether or not he has to try and reverse the curse or not.

Husk raising a suspicious eyebrow at him yet still figured it was better he was honest to Alastor. "I saw it happen." He said flat out like it wasn't a problem but this means Alastor had to try to reverse it if he didn't want Husk to be the next victim. "What about it?"

"Oh? Well, congratulations, my dear! You have seven days, give or take, to live!" Alastor exclaims. Despite his admittedly not terrible intentions in saying it, though, that sentence was VERY poorly worded. It just sounds like he doesn't intend to help.

"What?" He was clearly distressed about this, the wording didn't help on his shock. "So wait, what do i do?" His tone clearly panicked because... Why wouldn't it be? He still had something to live for.

Alastor cocked an eyebrow. "My advice? Lock yourself in a padded room for the rest of your existence, of course!" Alastor explains semi-cheerfully. In truth, he's mentally weighing his options. To reverse the curse as a whole, it'll likely require... going through Roo. And as one might imagine, he isn't exactly keen on the idea of confronting the owner of his soul.

Husk snarled, he was obviously not happy at all with that response. "You gotta be joking, that can't be the only way to get out of this alive."