#【 SHIVER IN YOUR SILVER RIVER | RADIOMURDEER ( ALASTOR ). 】

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@radiomurdeer whispered a line !! send 🖤 and my character will answer about yours. ( accepting! ) bold means congruent across any verse, italics being either specific to the past or an already established verse

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend. ( overpowered au )

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

[voxxisms]

     THE  FEELING  OF  A  HAND  IN  HIS  OWN  WAS  NEW.  or,  at least,  newly unfamiliar.  discomforting in its own right,  but overshadowed entirely by the flowing joy at seeing his closest friend after what seemed like  ...   well.  what had felt like more than a decade,  even if it hadn't been.  he wasn't entirely sure how he could have gotten the years so mixed.  the difference between seven  &&  fifteen was vast,  but he couldn't find the desire to argue,  choosing instead to let the discrepency pass by his greater awareness.  the street had become very quiet,  so his mind kicked up more thoughts,  nervous glances around them even as he was spoken to.

        ❛  sabbatical?  you took a vacation?  well,  fuck me,  i wish i had the time for that!  good for you,  ❜    he laughed,  withdrawing his hand but stepped a mite closer,  into his space more.    ❛  did anything particular bring you back?  i imagine it's about the same shit show as when you left!  i,  uh,  don't really remember when that was,  but i don't think things have changed that much.  ❜

     how could it have?  there were some differences,  sure,  but it was a lot of the same,  wasn't it?  it had to be.  alastor looked so similiar to the last he had seen him,  maybe that was why he was so confused.  but he was quick to start walking,  taking the invitation to do just what alastor had asked.

        ❛  i'm not as busy as i have been before.  you might remember the early 2000s,  when i really started ramping up?  that's still probably the busiest decade i had,  so.  i've pulled back just a little recently,  the clients fucking piss me off more often than not,  so i really just let my assistants handle that shit these days unless they insist.  but i'm definitely free right now,  you're back!  it would be a literal travesty if i didn't take the day to celebrate with you.  it's so,  so good to see you again,  it's been so lonely since velvette  &&  valentino moved out.  i still have vark,  &&  my other sharks,  but it isn't really the same,   you know?  plus,  you're my best friend,  so of course it's been absolutely dreadful without you.  ❜

the irony of the statements,  of the claims of closeness where vox had once pulled away,  was entirely lost on him.  of their parting not necessarily being on the best of terms.  instead he showed a bright,  happy grin in his direction,  leading him through the streets.

"Only seven," he corrected, clasping Vox's hand firmly, eyes raking up and down. Now that Vox had calmed, he could take in the reinforced steel, the larger frame. So bulky, not the sleek lines of modernity that Alastor may have expected. Unlike Vox, Alastor hadn't really changed outwardly. He hadn't changed his aesthetic in decades, clothing always of similar make and cut. He liked to be distinct, recognizable with his bloody suit and yellowed grin. "Hardly any time at all really. I've just been on a well-earned sabbatical! You should try it sometime; it seems you've been busy in my absence. Do you have time to catch up now, or are you busy? I'm sure there's all sorts of new places that have cropped up in my absence, if you'd be a dear and show me around? Just like old times."

The time discrepancy was noted. As connected to technology as he was, something like the date shouldn't have been difficult to get right. One more little puzzle piece with jagged edges. It's jarring to see Vox so different, leaving bodies in his wake. A far cry from the pathetically endearing demon Alastor was used to. It's not a bad change, just something different. Despite himself, Alastor was too intrigued to properly mourn the loss.

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     HESITANCE  IN  MOTION.  extensions of the self withdrawing just slightly as hingers delved into the threat's own flesh,  uncertain what to make of the claim.  evidence of his own attack,  dropped to the ground  &&  coated in a satsifactory amount of blood,  life force.  blue,  transparent - like tongue swiped across his teeth,  as though imagining the irony flavor that might accompany such a feast.  but most of the focus had to remain on the claws.  weapons in their own right,  clearly.  

but then the threatening figure shrank.  fell back into something significantly more familiar,  with answers to boot.

     it clicked very quickly.  the ever - present smile,  the name ringing a soft bell in his mind,  surging forth memories that now matched the face in front of him,  bowed though he may have been.  memories of a time long past,  but one he felt tinged with love  &&  joy,  putting each muscle at ease.  he shrank in turn,  his body falling to a lesser threat,  corded appendages retracting all the way,  gun shoved into a compartment that opened from his upper thigh.  feet touched the ground,  no longer prepared to take flight,  &&  a widespread grin covered his expression.

        ❛  my word,  alastor,  why didn't you lead with that!  good lord,  i could have killed you,  i was really out of it,  my sincerest apologies,  how long has it been?  i had a hard time recognising you,  you should have said something sooner.  ❜    his words were not the least bit insincere,  either,  approaching the other now rather quickly,  a hand outstretched to him.

        ❛  we should absolutely catch up,  my friend,  it's been  ...  what?  fifteen years?  something like that,  i'm not sure,  where have you been hiding?  ❜

"You shot me," it's nearly petulant, Alastor reaching in to his own torso with one clawed hand, searching for the foreign intrusion. They'd fall out on their own eventually, but Alastor was always one for dramatics. Blood splattered to the ground as he fished around for one of the irritants. The first one he found was nearly all the way through him, nicking his spine. A minor irritant at best, as long as they weren't blessed, despite the size and way it was designed to bore and shatter. Maximum damage, impressive really, he held it out to Vox as if to return it before letting it clatter to the ground wetly, covered in viscera.

"Not exactly the welcome home I expected," radio dial eyes searched Vox's reinforced screen, looking for any hint of recognition. His head twitched, one of the bullets still inside rubbing against a bundle of nerves. The digital screen of LED was somewhat difficult for an analog creature like Alastor to read, never mind the look of frustrated hostility, something that Alastor didn't think he'd ever seen on Vox before.

Despite the weapons and cables that threatened to strike, Alastor wasn't afraid. His relationship with that particular emotion was nearly non-existent. His own form of madness - what a pair they made! One too terrified, the other not enough. Alastor stood down, shifting his mass into the more normal size to sweep his arm into a bow. "I should think you do know me! Alastor, pleasure to be seeing you again, Vox, quite the pleasure!"

Not even a lie - as twisted as Vox was, that simply gave Alastor a puzzle to solve. He did so love brainteasers.