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@hostradio "all of this wasted breath prattling on about who is superior -- haven't either of you realized TRUE QUALITY needs no introduction? it speaks for itself!"
"Are you trying to tell me you don't enjoy talking about yourself? I can't imagine not wanting to sing my praises! That sounds like a you problem alone!"
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@hostradio started following
Molly had been hoping to come out of the portal near the hotel but it seemed to come out near another part of the city. Wearing a shawl with a hood to hide her wings and halo she set to figuring out where she was.
Looking around for something to identify the area she was in she noticed a sign on her right for what seemed to largely be a pleasant looking area but the name unsettled her, Cannibal Town.
At least there was some identifier, now to find a map.
As she walked to find a place that may have maps or maybe a map on the side of the roads she bumped into someone. Molly was pretty tall herself and used to being the same height or taller than many she came across in Heaven but this demon was a good bit taller and all red with what seemed to be a permanent smile on his face.
"Oh, excuse me," she said politely.
@hostradio replied to your post “"...Alright fine. Proper recruitment starts now!...”:
"what do i get if i agree to help? my cooperation doesn't come for free."
"If you're fine with a random Alastor running around fucking up other universes, maybe yours too, you're welcome to sit on your ass! But if you have something in mind you want, I don't mind hearing you out,"
distant voice from somewhere in vents: "HELLISH SMOKES, YOU CACKED HIM!"
❛ oh - ho. someone got all tangled in my wires. if you ask nicely, i might let you go. ❜
@hostradio
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strides in wearing a rather unreadable expression, crossing the width of the room only to step in front of @hostradio. with his apple — topped cane pressed against the other’s chest. ❝ listen here, bucko. you better watch yourself ... or I'll unleash my true power and hit you with a 'skibidi rizz gyatt with a smegma mindset' .ᐟ ❞
@hostradio sent in 🚬 to share a cigarette with my muse! (accepting )
He could never get a moment of peace. Not even five minutes to himself before someone came along and rid the moment. Well there goes he on shot an uneventful break.
He all but watches as quick red claws steal his cigarette. Yeah no he didn't want that back now the old prick could keep it for all he cared. Hopefully Alastor would choke on it but that just wishful thinking and something he didn't have the time for.
Muttering under his breath he pulls the packet out from his breast pocket and takes out a new one placing it between his lips before placing the packet back. "I hope you choke on it."
He didn't think he could get ever more less than impressed by the Alastor but here he was proved wrong yet again. Finger sparks and lights his own fresh cigarette before taking a drag for it and flicks ash over at the radio demon.
"Aside from stealing from me, is there a point to you being here? or are you just that bored you thought you would give a little old me a visit and ruin my lunch break?" He tone couldn't be more deadpan if he tried.
@hostradio / the garden!
an uncharacteristic scowl is on her lips, eye nearly pressed against the window as she peers out it. "the crows in the garden are laughing at my expense."
