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CRACKLING, RAUCOUS LAUGHTER
eldsmile:
♫ ♪ — “Is it truly an insult if what I say is true, you minuscule thing?” Goodness, was this really an alternative of himself? He was so…tiny! He felt like kicking him…! But instead, he bonks the tinier alternative on the head with the cane, amusement increasing the more he spoke.
♫ ♪ — “There’s many things you don’t know, little one!” He’s really focusing on this height thing here isn’t he– “Which is why you’ve let yourself be captured, isn’t it? I’m sure curiosity is rooted deep in that rotten soul of yours! After all, this situation right here is illogical to begin with!”
That first question, rude as it was, is disregarded entirely! He’s beginning to get the impression that this particular demon doesn’t really deserve the courtesy of an answer to a question like that. Goodness, had this version of himself forgotten what manners were at some point? But no matter—other than the slight ache atop his head from being bonked by the cane.
He laughs it off with an airy chuckle in spite of the sense of concern that’s beginning to creep its way into the back of his thoughts. Ah, worry—what a pesky emotion it is. But surely he has nothing to truly worry about!
“Spare me any further jabs at my height, if you don’t mind! They do get old quick, I’m afraid. But yes, I am quite curious! It’s illogical, but intriguing! We’re obviously quite different despite our similarities, you and I, and with me as your captive, well... I’m curious just how you think you can possibly ruin my day! Your very presence has torn the monotony of it to shreds, so I would say you’ve improved it!”
pxppinmolly:
Molly stares at Alastor with wide eyes, blinking naively at him as he spoke up. Flitting to the bloodied hand being offered to her. If she were ever more ravenous she’d be inclined to lick his hand clean – but that also would’ve been rather intimately awkward. Thought is gone as soon as it came, lest it drive her even more flustered. Instead, she merely complies and makes her way over toward him.
An exchange of glances between the kill and his own eyes. Mouth opening and closing, seeming to be choked back on her words as she had an inner debate within herself. It feels rather … unbecoming. She shouldn’t! But, it’s tempting. Her instincts overpower the logical conscious in her head.
A hand reaches, then falls back. Hesitance. “I…” Fingers uncurl, beginning to move forward before she looks over toward Alastor again rather meekly. “I don’t know if I should…”
“Sweetheart....” His voice is practically a purr, soft and gentle despite the freshly-spilled blood staining his clothes and skin. He almost wants to chuckle! Her hesitation is as adorable as it is understandable, but adorable or not, he plans to continue encouraging her.
“...Let me pose a question to you. Tell me, what about any of this is holding you back? I know that look I saw in your eyes; I’ve personally felt that same hunger! I certainly won’t blame you for wanting to indulge and sating it!” Again his hand beckons her closer, much like he would for any deal—but this is no deal. It’s a temptation. It’s painfully obvious to him that she’s torn over what to do, but if he can sway her choice, then he most certainly will!
“Molly dearest...darling, you have nothing to fear. There will be no judgement here! The question isn’t whether or not you should. It’s about what you want! I would never force you to eat this if you truly don’t want it, but if you do, it’s all yours.”
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deervour:
He gives him the spotlight, idly watching him prattle on with all of his dramatic mannerisms as he gives him his due response to his earlier – hmm ? challenge perhaps ? Threat ? To be fully frank, he had meant absolutely nothing by it.
❝ Don’t flatter yourself, you little egg of a man, we are by no means mirrors of each other ! Hah ! That would be terribly dull of us ! And I am insurmountably and irrefutably better than you in every way, shape, or form imaginable and known to man, and then even some more. ❞ Leeeeans in, static dotting his giggling as he removes a fraction of their distance. ❝ That aside, I do suppose we have found each other at an impasse, a deadlock, a lethal standoff ! To that I kindly say ‘shoo with you’, you markdown parasite. ❞
It’s his turn to listen to that silly drivel, the utterly lofty puffery about his ‘other self’ that it is. It’s enough to make him wonder if he really sounds so awful at times! It’s exhausting just to hear it all! But he bears the burden of a dutiful audience and endures it to the last syllable—at which point he yawns for his own touch of dramatics to that performance.
“Hm... You know, you’ve made a sound argument and forced my hand! I’ll have to agree with you—it would be dreadfully dull if I were really your mirror self! How do you stay awake? Go on, tell me your secret. I promise not to share it with anyone!” Canned laugher flows along with his own, and he doesn’t flinch away from the closer presence.
“I’m afraid that telling me to ‘shoo’ won’t be enough to get rid of me! You’re going to have to do better than that, but I sincerely doubt you can!”
@pxppinmolly said: ❛ You spoil me… mon amour. ❜ - her picking up french off him? yes.
“Now, now, cher... I spoil you because you deserve it! Frankly, I can’t imagine who wouldn’t want to spoil a woman like yourself!” He beamed, waving his hand with a flourish, and an elegant bouquet of flowers appeared within his grasp, each bloom a different shade of pink.
The bouquet was held out, not a single string attached to the offer of the flowers. It was a kindness, a sweet gesture from the Radio Demon himself. True, he had his reputation, but who ever said he couldn’t play favorites? Molly was so brave, so darling, and always trying to smile! She deserved the affection; the recognition! Any fool would have to be utterly blind not to see that, but as could be expected, Hell was nearly full to the brim with such foolishness.
Alastor, in contrast, would all too happily be her source of someone with a good head on their shoulders—and at the ready to cut down anyone who lacked one.
— ooc. New icon for the month! Alastor may not know about pride month, but that won’t stop me from celebrating it on this blog.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 / 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.
❛ And for twenty-five years, nothing. Not a whisper, not a clue. ❜
❛ Look at her – I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way – what bliss. ❜
❛ Unhappy, darling? ❜
❛ Cara mia! ❜
❛ Last night, you were… unhinged. You were like some desperate, howling demon. You frightened me. Do it again. ❜
❛ Sorry about the window! ❜
❛ They grow up so fast, don’t they? ❜
❛ Don’t torture yourself. That’s my job. ❜
❛ Don’t tease. ❜
❛ Let me go! ❜
❛ Gimme that! Stop it! I’m warning you! It’s not a good day! ❜
❛ Can’t you keep up? ❜
❛ I wish you’d drop by more often. ❜
❛ The seance - tonight. Won’t you come? ❜
❛ Wait a minute, hold on! You have to listen to me! ❜
❛ Please… Just hear me out… ❜
❛ What a miserable evening. ❜
❛ Did you hear that?! ❜
❛ But don’t you think that’s absurd? ❜
❛ Isn’t that the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard? ❜
❛ Darling, how does this work again? ❜
❛ Don’t be shy. ❜
❛ Can you ever forgive me? ❜
❛ You were so dashing, you could have any woman you wanted, dead or alive. ❜
❛ Water under the bridge. Forgiven. Forgotten. ❜
❛ You forgot our secret password? ❜
❛ Can I have ice cream? ❜
❛ You spoil me… mon amour. ❜
❛ Isn’t it too enchanting? ❜
❛ There’s a trick to it. Of course. ❜
❛ Oh, no. ❜
❛ What is truth? What is fiction? ❜
❛ But let’s get to bed. ❜
❛ Spirits above me - give me a sign! Shall I be joyous? Or shall I be damned? ❜
❛ Sleepless night? ❜
❛ I don’t think so. ❜
❛ Here it is - suspicion and anxiety. ❜
❛ Haven’t you ever slaughtered anyone? ❜
❛ I’ve been around. I pick things up. ❜
❛ It’s going to be fun! ❜
❛ Darling, I’m sorry! ❜
❛ I said I was busy! ❜
❛ I changed my mind! ❜
❛ It’s a promise. ❜
❛ You were terrific. ❜
❛ What a sublime evening. A theatrical triumph… ❜
❛ A Shakespearean delight! ❜
❛ You were so beautiful - pale, and mysterious. ❜
❛ You bewitched me. I proposed that very night. ❜
❛ You were so right! What an evening! ❜
❛ How long has it been since we’ve waltzed? ❜
❛ Sometimes people have had terrible childhoods. And sometimes they just haven’t found their special place in life. And sometimes they’re dogs from hell and must be destroyed. ❜
❛ Despite everything, I don’t hate you. ❜
❛ Darling, take care! ❜
❛ To live without you - only that would be torture. ❜
❛ A day alone - only that would be death. ❜
❛ You never really loved me! ❜
❛ Come, my love - to safety! ❜
❛ What can I say? He’s going to break hearts. ❜
— ooc. I just realized that outside of a couple ships, Alastor has no idea what pride month is or that it even exists. Someone please tell him. He needs to know.

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pxppinmolly:
Drip.
Molly could smell it - the sweet metallic that was the crimson that dripped off his fingers. Coming from the red carcass before them. There was a long suppressed animalistic urge in Molly - whenever she shed blood or reveled over a fresh kill there were … Needs. Cravings. Ones she tried to heavily ignore – though, sometimes, she would indulge in a taste of the blood time to time. Afraid, though, that it’d develop into a bad addiction.
But, ah, every time. Every time those cravings just get deeper and deeper. She didn’t realize the look in her eyes when she was staring at the body – or maybe Alastor was just that good. After all, he’d know best.
Her eyes flutter from her trance as he spoke up, turning to finally look at Alastor, taking a moment to process his words. Silent. Watching him for a moment longer. Waiting until he was finally finished would his last quesiton snap her entirely back.
“Huh – Oh! I meant, uh, pointin’ out some.. Obvious stuff is what I meant– Uh–” Why did she feel so flustered? Caught red handed. “I can wait …! Whateva’ you prefa’ and think is best!”
Oh, he knew that look well—the hunger, the need, the sheer desperation. It was a look that spoke of a looming desire that beckoned just a little too dangerously. He knew that look personally because he’d worn it time after time, always giving in to the need for more blood; more flesh to devour. Once the cravings had started, he’d never fought them for long.
And poor, sweet Molly was caught in the same predicament. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t be the one to tell her to fight it. That just wasn’t his style! Why, he would be pleased to watch her indulge, guiding a dear friend in what he believed to be the right direction.
He chuckled, waving off her flustered demeanor. “It’s quite alright, dear! Molly, come here.” A bloodied hand extended, and he inclined his head over towards the fresh kill. “I have a much better idea, actually! Sate that hunger of yours now, and I’ll cook us both something a little more filling afterwards. How does that sound? It would be cruel of me to make a lady wait.”
eldsmile:
— There’s a bark of laughter that flows out of the demon’s lips, amusement blooming all over his features.
♫ ♪ — “Of course it’s not genuine, silly zygote!” He exclaims like it wasn’t already obvious, cane tapping the cheek of his bound victim, tentacles giving him a little squeeze, warning him to not play around. “You see prey walking around casually, unaware--and you just get the urge to ruin their day! Surely you know what that’s like, deary.” A mocking tone.
♫ ♪ — “Besides, who said you paid for anything? Surely you have power. But–but! What does that matter? I’m not here to punish you, no, no! I’m here for fun!”
“Resorting to petty name-calling for insults, are we? My, you must be starved for inspiration!” Though his laughter closely mirrors that of the other demon’s, he has half a mind to bite at that cane out of spite, just to see what would happen under the circumstances. But he doesn’t—not yet, anyway.
There’s another curious tilt of his head, but he otherwise stays still within the confines of the tentacles. No point in resisting when, as far as he’s aware, he can free himself at any moment he pleases.
“Unaware...? Goodness, I know precisely what you mean, but calling me unaware—now there’s a joke if I’ve ever heard one! Ha! Tell me something and indulge your poor, oh so helpless captive, would you? You know I have power, so what makes you think you have more power to ruin my day than I do yours, hm? Is there really something I don’t know?”
@aureolle said: ‘How can you go through life pretending that you’re happy?’
The question prompted him to pause, and almost immediately, there came a high-pitched screech of audio feedback and a blip of static.
Were this coming from anyone other than Noah, he would dismiss the question entirely, pretend he didn’t hear it, or simply change the subject—anything to avoid addressing it. But Noah has known him since before his death and seen him at plenty of his lowest moments. Not only did the idea of lying to his beloved leave an unpleasantly bitter taste in his mouth, but if he tried regardless, it wouldn’t surprise him if Noah caught him in the act.
But even so, the thought of speaking what he already knew and has known for quite a long time still filled him with a heavy sense of apprehension. He almost wanted to lie down and curl up on himself instead. Napping in his deer form was suddenly particularly appealing, but...running away wouldn’t do either of them any favors.
“Darling, please...,” he began, his voice soft and the typical filter absent. “Believe me when I say that I do it because I must.”
@eldsmile said: ‘ I’m sorry, but your own actions have caused this. ’
“That apology doesn’t sound very genuine, you know! If you expect me to believe you in the future, you may want to brush up a tad on your ability to be tactful!”
He’s anything but worried, in spite of his current predicament. At the mercy of one of his...other selves or not, he’ll keep on smiling. He almost wants to laugh, in fact. The bravado, the threat; it’s all very standard, nothing new to him. But he’ll indulge this version of himself for the time being. Perhaps he’s in for a surprise! Now that would be refreshing!
A tinny chuckle, and he tilts his head, eyes alight with curiosity. It’s almost as if he’s issuing a challenge. “Have I not yet paid for my so-called transgressions....? This is getting a little old!”
@deervour said: ‘ Get used to me. I’m not going anywhere. ’
“Are you entirely sure about that? I think you’re far too quick to assume for a mirror of mine!”
He’s ever so chipper, smile wide and playful. With an air of nonchalance, he examines his fingers for a moment, twirling his microphone about in his other hand. “But since we both seem so fond of bold statements—”
There’s a pause, and red eyes flash to radio dials for the briefest of seconds. It’s a moment that’s more for show than anything, for the time being. He’s merely having fun! Yet his voice deepens just a fraction, and much of the usual filter in his voice fades away. “Unfortunately for you, I’m not going anywhere either.”

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@pxppinmolly said: ‘ It’s not the first time some psychopath called me out. ’
He opened his mouth...and soon closed it, head tilting in puzzlement. This wasn’t the first he’d heard of that particular phrase in recent years, but he had yet to receive an explanation for it! With all the newfangled phrases that seemed to change every few months anymore, it was difficult to keep up!
“I...beg your pardon?” There was a little blip of radio static, and his ear twitched. “Call you out? Dear, you’ll have to explain yourself a bit better than that if you expect me to carry on the conversation! I merely thought you might be hungry from the way you’re staring! I know that look all too well.”
He held up a freshly bloodied claw, giving a drop from it a cursory taste. “Hm...this one may taste best cooked, however! I’ll have to be more careful with my selection next time, but for the time being...can you wait a bit, or are you too famished?”
◆ ——— SAW SENTENCE STARTERS.
’ I want to play a game. ’ ’ My name is Very Fucking Confused; what’s your name? ’ ’ Most people are so ungrateful to be alive, but not you, not any more… ’ ’ I’m having a blast! This is the most fun I’ve had without lubricant! ’ ’ I want you to make a choice. ’ ’ Listen carefully, if you will. There are rules. ’ ’ What’s the last thing you remember? ’ ’ I went to bed in my shithole apartment, and I woke up in an actual shithole. ’ ’ I’m sick from the disease eating away at me inside… ’ ’ I’m sick of people who don’t appreciate their blessings… ’ ’ I’m a kill you, you sick asshole! ’ ’ Congratulations. You are still alive. ’ ’ Most people are so ungrateful to be alive. But not you. ’ ’ You don’t know me, but I know you. ’ ’ Live or die, make your choice. ’ ’ You’re probably wondering where you are. ’ ’ Now I see you as a strange mix of someone angry, yet apathetic. ’ ’ At least we’ll have the cover of darkness. ’ ’ Help! Someone help me! Is someone there? ’ ’ Hey! Oh shit, I’m probably dead. ’ ’ Who said anything about a warrant? ’ ’ If you are so sick then why do I have so many photos of you up and about? ’ ’ How much blood will you shed to stay alive? ’ ’ I’ll leave you in this room to rot. ’ ’ I know it’s you, you son of a bitch! ’ ’ My camera, it doesn’t know how to lie. ’ ’ You tell anyone you were here? ’ ’ Stop the lies! You’re a liar! I need to know the truth! ’ ’ You don’t recall getting your picture taken in that parking lot? ’ ’ How can you go through life pretending that you’re happy? ’ ’ Does that mean you saw what happened to me? ’ ’ Oh for fuck’s sake! I give up! ’ ’ You think it is over, but the games have just begun. ’ ’ You feel you now have control, don’t you? ’ ’ I don’t have a fucking soul… ’ ’ Will you learn how to let go and truly save them? ’ ’ What you can’t do, is save everyone. ’ ’ I promise that my work will continue. ’ ’ If you can’t do it for me, do it for yourself. ’ ’ I do, but addiction has ruined your life. ’ ’ I’m bleeding man. Please just let me go. ’ ’ Killing is distasteful… to me. ’ ’ How did you walk out of that building? ’ ’ So unless you’ve got something else to say… back the fuck off. ’ ’ Playing with matches again? ’ ’ I want to know if you have what it takes to survive. ’ ’ They say imitation is the most sincere form of flattery… ’ ’ We killed eight people and stole a property and nobody cared. ’ ’ Why? Was it for money? This was your plan? ’ ’ You’re a monster! ’ ’ Fix me, you motherfucker! ’ ’ Why don’t you fucking tell me something that I don’t know, you stupid cunt?! ’ ’ For three years I wanted to kill you. ’ ’ I’m never gonna be able to forgive myself for what happened. ’ ’ You may not remember me, but I most certainly remember you. ’ ’ There’s no preventative treatment for what you have. ’ ’ Please don’t do this to me. I have a family. ’ ’ You’re asking me to do the impossible. ’ ’ I’m sorry, but your own actions have caused this. ’ ’ What?! What am I supposed to learn from this?! ’ ’ This is the piece taken from the latest victim. ’ ’ How many next times are there gonna be? ’ ’ Get used to me, ‘cause I’m not going anywhere. ’ ’ When the time’s right, you’ll know what to do with it. ’ ’ That rolled off your tongue real smooth. ’ ’ Wait! What the fuck are you doing?! ’ ’ Please don’t let me die! Please don’t! ’ ’ Oh, well that’s it, isn’t it?! It’s over! ’ ’ Look at me! When you’re killing me, you look at me! ’ ’ I never saw any indication of psychotic behavior. ’ ’ You can never really tell what someone’s thinking on the inside. ’ ’ Well, there’s a problem with that, though. ’ ’ Go on, fucking pussy! Go! Go! Go! ’ ’ Maybe addiction’s just part of human nature. ’ ’ Remember, don’t trust the one who saves you. ’ ’ You want a chance? I’ll give you a chance. ’ ’ What do you mean you don’t know about this? ’ ’ You didn’t cut your own arm off? ’ ’ What condition? There is no condition. ’ ’ I didn’t have it penciled in on my schedule. ’ ’ It’s not the first time some psychopath called me out. ’ ’ That’s a problem you’re gonna have to solve before it’s too late. ’ ’ How do you just wake up in a room and have no idea where you are? ’ ’ I guess you’ve never been drunk before. ’ ’ I spent three years at college drunk. ’ ’ You asked me what I wanted and I told you. ’ ’ You seem to know a whole lot about me. ’ ’ I feel a whole lot of things right now. ’ ’ The only dooryou know how to open… is between your legs! ’ ’ Why don’t you shut the hell up?! ’ ’ That’s your luck, bending on over in prison, you little dickhead! ’ ’ If you’re gonna threaten me with a knife, you might as well cut me a little. ’ ’ You savor everything, be it a glass of water or a walk in the park. ’ ’ It’s the tool, thats going to save your soul. ’ ’ I didn’t do anything to you! ’ ’ Don’t open the door! ’ ’ You have to save yourself. ’ ’ Do you wanna play a game? ’ ’ That’s exactly it, you didn’t do anything. ’ ’ You identify more with a cold corpse than you do with a living human. ’ ’ You should know better than anyone, what happens then. ’ ’ I go for the neck, but I’m not the brain surgeon. ’ ’ Now you better start fucking paying attention. ’ ’ Suffering? You haven’t seen anything yet. ’ ’ Yeah, that’s right. I’m a murderer. ’ ’ So, do you have everything you need? ’ ’ You’d be surprised what tools can save a life. ’ ’ Then help me! Fix me! Fix me motherfucker! I’m standing right here! ’ ’ You have to play by the fucking rules! ’ ’ The human body is a miraculous creation. ’ ’ Game over. ’