#//was going off your original post where it mentioned al being lucky vox was out of angelic bullets lol

[radiomurdeer]

@voxxisms

Something sick in the air. Tension thick, the wavering anticipation that kept people indoors. A general stress wasn't unusual, a wariness as those at the bottom of the food chain tried to avoid notice. Prey were always scared, putting up a tough front as needed but ultimately folding. He didn't care much about them. What interested him more were the others.

The predators were scared. It's good to know that even after his absence, people still had a sense of respect. Enough sense to get out of his way, leaving the busy street barren in his wake. Gratifying, given Hell's turnover due to the angelic hosts. He'd much thought he'd be starting over from scratch. A happy little tune followed him, brassy and loud. If people didn't recognize him visually, the lack of visible sound equipment and choice in music certainly jogged their memories.

From the opposite side of the street was a similar phenomenon in reverse; people moving from one thing towards Alastor, hesitating and then pushing forward or ducking down side alleys. It was enough to drag Alastor's attention to see what all the commotion was. It wasn't often that he was deemed the lesser of two evils.

Alastor had been headed towards Vee tower. His intelligence was seven years out of date, and there was no better way to get himself up to date fast than to see it all for himself. With the added bonus of Vox always being good for a laugh.

The impression of white noise approached; red green blue green blue green red, Big Brother always watching though a million eyes. Something sickly about it, a layer of oil and slime of purgatory coating a cast aside CRT. Alastor didn't recognize the approaching thing as Vox even if it felt vaguely like him. Ears upright and alert, he watched as the crowds parted for the other.

Before he could even react properly there was a spray of bullets into the crowd. Dimly he registered some tearing into him, moving too fast for him to avoid the initial burst. These were just regular bullets though, nothing that could truly damage him, not when his shape was malleable. Naturally he couldn't let such an offense slide even if he weren't the intended target. Antlers became pointed, two points doubling and tripling. Maybe Vox would be more careful with his toys if Alastor took this one from him.