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He'll take it!

That's enough-- that's more than enough. It will get people talking... it will spark enough interest to get more than a few people gunning for that bitch.

"Thank youuu~" He says (his accent significantly thicker than usual) as he reaches for one of Vox's hands. "I'll make it worth your while, okay?"

"You are directly involving me right now. That is what you are doing," Vox gave a deep sigh, "I will tell Velvette to give you access to some of the social medias- the ones this wouldn't be out of place on. We can go from there,"

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That's almost a yes!

"My accounts only reach my people. I need this to reach everyone~"

He bends at the knees so he can be on eye level with his absolute favorite person. "Pleeease? You don't have to be involved if you don't want to~"

Hold on. He's going to bat his eyes in the most endearing way he possibly can. "Vooooox~ May I borrow your network?"

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Hold on. He's going to bat his eyes in the most endearing way he possibly can. "Vooooox~ May I borrow your network?"

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She talked back to him once... which means he's justified in letting every sinner know that they can still have a kid if they can knock up this particular imp.

Go have fun.

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"Can we say breeding kink?"

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... Would that be so bad? To be dumped off somewhere and be done with this? Baal is going to Lucifer. Lucifer adores Patch. He won't let Baal eradicate him. And... if she were to be realistic, she would have to admit to herself that her being there isn't going to do much of anything.

She could agree to not wanting to play this game anymore, Baal would think he's won, he would lower his guard when it came to her... truthfully, it all sounds like a win.

... And she could use the nerve that's built up in her system during this entire ordeal to do something she's actually wanted to do.

... But Baal has changed the topic of conversation... and she likely needs to set this record straight.

"I hardly know him. It's his brother I'm close to," she explains, folding her arms below her chest. "... as close as a superstar worth 3.6 billion can be to a fan, I mean."

Baal gave a flash of respect in his eye when he saw the girl's refusal to take the bait. It looked like this one wasn't a total loss. At least some of the newest generation were learning how to play the game. He leans forward with his cane with a conspiratorial look.

"Yes, you could do that." He says lowly, "But are you thinkin' about what might happen if you don't play? Refuse, and you effectively forfeit.

"If you want that, here's what'll happen. I drop you off wherever I choose and I'll make my own way to the palace for my own answers and you won't be anywhere near the situation to affect it. But you've been a proper young lady for the most part- so as thanks I'll send a favorable word in to your family about the pleasant experience of meetin' such a fine young lady and I'll suggest a few of my grandsons to introduce you to and your father and I can discuss business from there."

The old king smiles. "Or you could tell me what you really want and we can talk what your price is. What's this imp to you, eh?"

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Anonymous asked: (For Andrealphus) Be honest, how do you feel about your daughter's constant personal adventures?

"I think constant is a bit dramatic, don't you?

I'm thrilled she's so passionate about her station and her duties... of course, she's young and idealistic, and she's not allying herself with the proper people--" he clears his throat.

"...Hopefully, her meeting with His Majesty will show her that."

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Anonymous asked: Be Honest: How do you feel about Vassago? (For Andrealphus)

"I feel that he needs to take his duties more seriously! I feel that his affections for Stolas cloud his judgement. I feel that he's going to make a stupid mistake for the likes of that embarrassment and get himself hurt, banished, or killed!"

"... and I fear I am absolutely, unequivocally in love with that idiotic parrot."

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"Dis pewson was mean to me. Let's kwill them~"

"You really think that fuckin' works down here? You think you pull a trigger and bam, you're safe?"

"That sort of thing don't take down here, baby~"

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"Woooow. Really spiced that up, didn't you? Put a real original spin on it."

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Her father was far from perfect, but the things Andrealphus was good at-- he was very good at, and Delphine, in turn, either learned from him, or learned how to get around him.

The Marquis was second to none when it came to finding an exposed nerve, reaching for it, and tearing straight through it. Delphine had learned through the years what it looked like when someone wanted a rise out of her... and it looked exactly like this.

So, rather than clench her fist, rather than dropping the temperature, rather than brandishing an axe... she merely nods.

"What I've no interest in is giving you more cards to hold," she explains. All she has over him is more information on Patch. He has... everything else.

-- Though, at least she now knows that Phel is a bastard. Delphine always assumed his parents were deceased-- but perhaps they-- or at least one of them was alive... and simply didn't want him coming forth.

... That's good information to have.

Baal offers a small shrug. "Any information is worth bargaining over if someone wants it, and you clearly do." He gives a more self-assured smile. Time to sweeten this a little. "Unless you ain't that interested in the amnesiac shit. Can't blame ya. No one's really gonna pay attention to a forgotten bastard left for dead to chase ghosts." He knew they weren't going to get any answers until they reached the royal palace so he may as well prod and see how she reacted. If his spies were correct, she wouldn't take this well.

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Tyco's laughter joins Angel's own when the spider suggests back-handedly complementing his clients. "You've got to tell me how many of them say you're welcome~" He insists before playfully tickling Angel's neck with the very tip of his tongue.

Tyco wasn't expecting Pentious to grab for Alastor-- and, judging from the look on Pentious' face when the sound of torn fabric filled the air... neither did Pentious. At least-- Tyco hoped that pathetic attempt was a crime of passion.

What was their serpentine joke thinking? That Alastor's coat was his weakness? That he could pull Alastor onto the ground with such a stunt? That getting that pathetic little scrap of cloth was going to be worth it-- and Alastor was going to let him go, unscathed, after... whatever the fuck this was?

Well. All of the above were quickly proven wrong-- to an explosive degree. As the snake flew into the air, his screams serenading his departure, Tyco's second bout of laughter made it difficult to make out what Angel was saying.

"-- Fine, but only because you're cute," the cyclops concedes. With that logic, the only way Angel wasn't going to win their bet was if Pentious managed to get away from Alastor without exploding-- which he clearly refused to do. Ah, well, he was willing to forfeit five dollars to Angel.

Apparently, in the midst of laughing at the serpent's expense, Tyco had missed something. Vaggie was glaring daggers (shock of all shocks) at Alastor as the radio demon sauntered away-- leaving behind the cast of Measure Twice, Cum Once... apparently.

Aaaand, there goes Angel.

Despite the initial insulted look-- Tyco can hardly be angry. This thing Angel's trying to seduce is, well, a thing. Besides-- the sound of Vaggie's hand smacking into her forehead is enough to wipe that annoyed expression off his face.

"It's what good Samaritans do, right?" He asks, casting his sly gaze from Angel to the pair of women eyeing them. "It's owner abandoned it. We can't just leave it out in the cold."

He steps forward, making a shooing motion with his hands.

"Weren't you two going to go work the street corners-- I mean, shout about salvation from the street corners? Fear not, we'll hold down the fort-- what's left of it."

The cyclops could feel himself deflate upon realizing the hotel's attacker was... Pentious. Again. This suddenly became considerably less interesting-- though, he would give the man some points for making Angel laugh.

"He's been down here nearly as long as I have. There must be a pool of betters making claims on how much longer he'll live... and one soul making a hefty sum by keeping him alive."

He can hardly be angry at the pathetic snake. He's provided over a century of entertainment-- and he's donated to Tyco's play house several times throughout the decades.

He is... also the only one outside of the cannibal colony who has left a good review in the last seven years.

... No one tell that snake that the people he so desperately wants to impress make it their solemn duty to use modern technology to burn his hard work into the ground.

... Hopefully, now that Alastor is back, he will get some good press from the radio side of things.

Financial woes are quickly forgotten, and Pentious' whinging begins to fall on deaf ears as Tyco leans down to listen to what Angel has to say. He's heard this song and dance before (and he's surprised Pentious hasn't caught on that Alastor always pretends to forget him).

"Five bucks it is~" He practically purrs as he wraps his arms around Angel's waist, tugs the shorter demon against him, and affectionately nestles his cheek against the crook of Angel's neck.

What? Just because he didn't mean to fall face first into Angel's chest didn't mean he didn't appreciate being there. Besides, Angel got his hopes up when the hotel was attacked. Someone has to do something to make it up to him. Someone needs to make sure Angel gets to have some fun today~

Alastor... clearly has this ordeal under control-- what with the Cthulu-esque arms reaching out of an abyss and shaking the war-ship the way an infant goes after a new rattle.

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Ask my character "How do you feel about ______?" Can be an idea, person(s), place, or thing, and they'll have to answer honestly.

Anonymous asked: Tyco how do you feel about a fat juicy peach

He sees you there, double entendre.

"They're delicious."

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Ask my character "How do you feel about ______?" Can be an idea, person(s), place, or thing, and they'll have to answer honestly.

Anonymous asked: Sasha how do you feel about your bugs fighting?

"You know that dream where you're lost, and you're trying to get help, but no one notices? So you're screaming and throwing things and the people around you are acting like you're not?

It feels like that."