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anonymous ⧐ So obviously it's subject to change if a vox ever decides to do warrior cats rp with you, but just baseline, did stagtooth have a horrible "not friendship" breakup with brightstar. (I send the brightstar ask, forgot to say that is the coolest possible name you could have made for vox) OOC ASKS.

Oh yeah. I imagine they had a similar falling out, where Brightstar (probably known as something else entirely as a rogue) and Stagtooth were originally rogues together and Brightstar had it in mind for them to go and start their own clan together - outside of the rules that the clan cats have to adhere to and away from the reach of Starclan. Where they would BOTH be leaders instead of one leader and one deputy. But as ideal as that sounded, Stagtooth knew that Brightstar would have ambitions for something greater, and eventually would try to position himself as the more powerful of the two. The disagreement likely resulted in a fight between them, where Brightstar tried to insist that it wouldn't be that way and Stagtooth could only ever see it as the only outcome. Stagtooth gave him the two nicks in his ears during that fight and they parted ways, though I imagine it hurt them both to do that. Brightstar eventually founded his own clan, as he'd intended to, ant put himself at the forefront of it, surrounding himself with other cats that were skeptical of Starclan's rule and law, while Stagtooth has embedded himself into a traditional clan, looking to find some sort of belonging and security for himself. He misses what they had, though.

Paused to summarize and dig through memory. "Television didn't quite grab my interest yet, I had trouble parsing the sameness of the grayscales visually. But I enjoyed the radio plays that played when I was doing overnights in a stakeouts. Or, ya know, drinking at home."

Even a fairly lukewarm reception or recollection of her favorites was enough to maintain his rapt attention, nodding along, though he could not seem to conjure up the name of which play or show she was speaking of in particular. He'd have to go digging about to see what he could find.

"If they are still to your liking, I'm sure I could dig up a few from my archives for you to listen to in your free time," Alastor offered, much more cheerfully than anyone else might have pulled from him with any other subject matter. "I've got a rather extensive collection in a variety of genres - not just my preferred mysteries, though that is typically my specialty. I've also got historical dramas, comedies, news hours, science fiction... And even a few romances for those so inclined." But she did not strike him as the sort.

It got a polite nod as it retreated to its ambient-light dictated position.

Recovering more of himself, he did manage a grin for Alastor at that little flirtation. "Offering someone immortal such a rare treat as novelty? Quel délice absolu." And how utterly addictive, too. Especially since death didn't have quite the same hold on Alastor either, these days.

"Oh, well you could always slum it with me, and we could just break into some half-abandoned tenement building, but I thought that being so cramped might put a dampener on this indulgent mood of yours," he teased back, setting off on their route. He had a good head for directions once he was oriented in a place, so his phone retreated back into his pocket.

"I suppose that must get tiresomely monotonous; at least here you stand out much more vibrantly."

"I spend more than enough time slumming it than I would like whenever I am away from the hotel," he said with some honesty, given the corners of the city that his 'work' often ferried him off to. Pentagram City was certainly not all glitz and glam, with its own urban sprawl of destitute areas and even those cordoned off with the specific purpose of being a place for chaos and anarchy. "I will take the preference of your selection, thank you."

Alastor followed behind the other more slowly once they were walking, not in any particular hurry as he permitted his eyes to wander. Since being given license to venture up to the surface by Vox, he'd not had much an opportunity to explore, though most of the modern additions to the day's environments did not immediately hold much interest for him.

"You must be fairly well off to drop so much money on a whim," he mentioned after a few minutes of their stroll, ensuring that he remained at Rene's side, matching his stride as well as he could with his much longer legs.

𖦏 𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙑𝙀:  ENEMY 

𖦏 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙎:  INJURED

Shok.wav growls low. He blinks his large glowing eyes at the [ ENEMY ]. The biomechanical shark huffs. He was not given permission to eat. How disappointing.

...He shall be thankful that it seems he is not to be so rapidly made into an hors d'oeuvre on this particular afternoon, no matter how his fur is bristled in tension and alarm for being approached by the creature at all.

"Er- I do not speak shark, if you are meaning to tell me something," Alastor says, still unmoving from where he stands. The radio demon doubts that the beast has anything particularly profound to say, but...

The temptation to give him a harder time (by getting hold of his little antlers and wiggling them) about that was interrupted and dispelled by his discovery of a slinky.

His antlers were not for touching, and her doing so might have earned her a very aloof and cat-like swat of his claws. Not necessarily to cause any real damage, if he even could, but to offer a warning all the same.

Thankfully, she seemed to resist.

"Plastic?" He repeated with a scoff.

"It's the metal that makes the delightful little warbly sound when you push it down the stairs. Plastic entirely defeats the purpose." In his opinion, anyway.

Especially if there could be some give and take, a little ribbing and needling without undue offense.

René brought his hand up and gave a throaty laugh behind its false modesty. "Well, as someone said at some point, what really flatters a man is that you think him worth flattering," he replied, giving a fanged grin as his hand fell away.

The question did give him the briefest moment's pause.

"Ah, no, not directly-- he was a guard, an officer. They had doctors and magicians and higher up personnel to try and figure me out." He gave a somewhat dismissive wave and would pull up a more recent image of Viktor on his phone. Soft and domestic and captured in the morning light with refracted rainbows over his pale hair and brow. "He's done a lot to work on himself." There was effusive affection there, even though he did still have nightmares sometimes about the facility they'd met in.

"Hardly the first or the last time people have tortured me, in any case."

He let that drift between them as he turned his attention to the sudden and jarring movement of that shadow. Yes, he did jump half a foot, startled briefly before it departed.

"Yes, well, Summer does its best to put me back in the dirt but it is still my fav-- merde!" he cursed as the shadow returned. He was still getting used to that sort of thing. And he truly was the worst vampire-- his heart was hammering against its ribs like it wanted to escape.

"You are... so very full of useful surprises."

He forcefully cleared his throat before looking up at Alastor and presented his phone. There was a nearby hotel with suitably grand suites that boasted generously high ceilings and a decadently indulgent bathtub.

It was only a little ludicrously priced, and René had money put aside for these sort of reasons.

Alastor, admittedly, held little interest in this Viktor, for the time being, as the man existed in this nebulous place in Rene's phone and only in pictures. Beyond that, the radio demon had never been excellent at sharing attention that was being offered to him - and though the other man had been introduced as a 'partner', that did not mean that Alastor was in a hurry to start offering compliments or asking how he was.

That was not his style. He was much more selfish than that.

Instead, he found himself amused by Rene's reaction to his shadow, having forgotten that the creature was not something that most would be accustomed to here. (Or really even in Hell, but it was just a might bit more commonplace down there.)

"Ah. Did I mention my associate here?" He joked, gesturing to the shadow which seemed to find a similar delight in frightening the vampire, its own hollow grin wide and even considerably playful as it flitted back and forth with eagerness for a few acquaintance met. But before it could get carried away, Alastor waved it away. "Go on, now."

It knew better than to question its master, and so it swept back into its proper place, acting as any other shadow would.

"I guarantee you that there are plenty more surprises in store, the longer we remain in orbit."

Wit and charm seemed to emanate from him as he offered the other a small wink before turning his attention down to the selected hotel, ears twitching with intrigue.

"Luxury, I see. Mm. It will have to do!" Alastor teased with a toothy grin of his own.

"I appreciate the lack of reds, however. It's entirely too prevalent down there. A different color scheme is welcome, every so often."

With the bag in hand, he beckoned the other to depart with him.

"Radio plays?"

She might as well have rattled a whole bag of cannibal catnip at him with such words, his ears swiveling stark upright with obvious interest and investment in that particular topic.

"Fascinate you, did they? Which ones? Poirot? The Falcon? Tales of the Texas Rangers?"

Unbeknownst to him, his tail was giving a rather eager wag from side to side. Her tastes probably expanded far beyond the crime shows he had a tendency to enjoy and sometimes feature on his own broadcast, but that was his larger frame of reference.

"Yes, the second one was much more dire. You dodged many a bullet there-- though if you had been bolder about your criticisms, I think it would have served you well. I'd have tuned in." A brief pause. "Well, at least until the part of the war I spent in a German prison getting experimented on and tortured; they were so boring, no radio or even a newspaper allowed. I met Viktor there for the first time-- one of my now-partners."

They'd hunted him down relentlessly the few times his condition and some carelessness or an accident had allowed him to escape.

"Indeed-- I have, apparently, quite literally all the time in the world. And what better way to spend at least a few of those hours than having a delightful time indulging in a little bitching and fun with a friend over drinks?" He doubted the concept of bars was going anywhere any time soon, at the very least.

Well - wasn't that just one of the more enticing things anyone had said to him in recent days. Not many would tolerate his endless yammering when he really got going, but it seemed as though Rene remained entirely undeterred by such a prospect. And while that should not have surprised Alastor, given just how much the other seemed to be able to match him in terms of verbosity, it was still a bit of a delight to hear.

Not at all further sweetened by the darling little French nickname given to him. No, no. Not a factor whatsoever.

Or, at least, so he told himself.

"If this is an effort to flatter, then I suppose you have secured a decent enough lead," he said with a smirk, though it faded slightly at the mention of said prison and the subsequent mention of a partner.

Alastor tilted his head, slightly.

"...Was he torturing you?"

Although... he could not really say anything to that end. Alastor himself had been subjected to some unsightly behavior at the hands of Vox, and yet -

Ahem. Irrelevant, for the moment. As was his own convoluted feelings about the word 'friend'. The radio demon was not so certain he fit that criteria - but he was a bit too invested in the idea of drinking and maintaining this rendezvous to sully it with his hangups.

Besides. They were not in Hell right now.

"I tend to forget that the land of the living actually gets to enjoy the seasons. It is more or less the same weather year-round within the Pentagram." Said while he was making work of recalling where he had stashed the liqueur in question, and snapping fingers to send the sudden wiry and menacing presence of his own shadow to go and fetch it for him.

The inky creature would return with a bag, the bottle inside with a small mixer or two, if they so desired to use it.

[ RADIOIACI || OPEN AU INDEX ]

V for Venison - Vee!Alastor: [About] [1] [2] [3]

Rogue to Warrior - Warrior Cats!Alastor: [About]

Trojan Deer - The Amazing Digital Circus!Alastor: [About]

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anonymous ⧐ I know warrior cats is gritty and cats committing war crimes, but its still funny imagining radioatatic dynamics with them as cats OOC ASKS.