#rainbowofsinners

[countlessrealities]

@rainbowofsinners sent: "Well, well, well, if it isn't the princess' bitch! What brings you here?" - [Vox @ Vaggie]

The scowl that opens on Vaggie's face the moment Vox addresses her speaks in volumes of what she thinks of his greeting. It's not even the "bitch" part that bothers her, she's used to that. It's the implications that reflect on Charlie that truly anger her. They can call her every name under the sun, she'll keep her cool if the situation demands it. But insults, even indirect ones, aimed at Charlie? She won't stand for them.

Under other circumstances, she wouldn't have hesitated to at least kick him where it matters...or even better stab him with her spear in a non-vital spot. However, she's supposed to be there for "business".

That doesn't mean that Vox will be spared any of the jabs she'll feel like throwing at him.

"It surely isn't because of your ridiculous face or your fake charisma," she shoots back with as much hostility as she's allowed. "I've been sent to discuss a...work proposition for you."

Which, oddly and worryingly enough, has been Alastor's idea. Just as he has been the one to insist that she went to talk to the Media Demon about it. The radio freak is obviously cooking one of his creepy schemes and she hates that she has no clue of what it might be about.

"Can we talk somewhere a little less crowded, or are you seriously that much of an attention whore that you can't have an interaction without an audience?"

[hells-greatestdad]

"....first time?"

Lucifer can shapeshift, including swapping out biological sex characteristics. You do the math.

[venisontransmission]

rainbowofsinners Ari: “Good boy, denying the nosy little insects any satisfaction!”

"Aristile! Shut! Up!"

[gctchella]

"One of those stalked me at the beach."

She is remembering.

She is Remembering. . . . .

"I even heard music playing."

Had to be a placebo. . . had to be. . . . had t-

"I LOVE YOU TOO!!"

@crimsonsharked // @wonderfultheatre // wall.

[hostradio]

❝  oh,  don't  stop  on  my  account. ❞  the  radio  demon  bears  uncanny  resemblance  to  the  cheshire  cat  —  lounging  ever  so  comfortably  atop  a  vantage  point,  mouth  curved  in  that  perpetual  grin  of  countless  knifelike  teeth.  one  hand  props  up  his  chin;  the  other  raises  in  a  jaunty  little  wave  to  his  doppelganger.  (  pleasure  to  be  meeting  you,  quite  a  pleasure.  )  ❝  i  do  so  love  dabbling  in  a  bit  of  bloodshed  —  but  admittedly there IS  something  oddly  charming  about  witnessing  a  fellow  maestro  of  the  sanguinary  arts  at  work!  ❞

@rainbowofsinners &&. liked for a STARTER.

[radioiaci]

▹@rainbowofsinners continued from x.

It was not exceedingly well known that Alastor had precious little defense to offer in the face of electricity. The punch that he'd taken directly to the face had rattled somewhere in the back of his head, forcing a vicious bite to his tongue which resulted in blood spilling freely from between his teeth as he stood, heaving wet breaths with each passing second. Certain that something internal was shattered or broken, Alastor could only put it from his mind.

But Vox was not the only one exhausted - his stance faltered just a touch, catching himself at the last moment as he glared at the other from the distance between them. One of his own antlers had been cracked; that was not a thing that he thought could happen - but it had.

The other's insistence for conversation was wearing on him. But he knew that they could not keep at this forever. Not with him feeling about ready to lose his footing entirely and having long since exhausted his ability to summon up any 'help' in the form of his shadow or otherwise.

"What is..." He paused. The radio demon's words were coming out in a heavily filtered, roughly staggered crackle. The bite to his tongue and blood still puddling from his mouth were not helping.

"What is there to talk about?"

Alastor knew there was plenty. But he was stubborn.

And he still wanted to run.

[voxxcd]

Watch Alastor (7'0) pick up a much taller Vox with his tentacles for fun. He's staring up at him with a headtilt and a devious grin on his face. "Been some time, old friend!"

                                      Pick My muse up!

"Piece of shit-" Once he got over the shock of suddenly being lifted up by creepy ass tentacles he makes eye contact with Alastor, then proceeds to send several volts of electricity through the tentacles.

[voxxisms]

He's going to poke this Vox's toaster head. For fun. (Vox @ Vox)

toaster head vox / accepting.

careful! the toaster head itself runs at around three hundred degrees at all times, ready to flash toast just about anything, including any invading fingers!

❛ i wouldn't be tapping glass if i were you. keep your claws off. ❜

ding! a glowering expression plastered over a slice of whole grain toast, perfectly cooked. he's getting a handle on it. a little.

[pinklocksoflove]

@rainbowofsinners

"Jeez, who'd you hire for this server set up? It's what you get for hiring cheap schmucks. Can't even tell where half the cables are meant to go." She'd already shed her dress shirt due to working up a bit of a sweat, revealing her tank top underneath.

"And before you ask, I'm billing by hour, sir."

[radioaf-a]

@rainbowofsinners sent in: "You're here for me and NOT Vox?" Valentino quirks up a questioning brow, crossing all four of his arms. "What is it that you want from me?"

"Aw I'm surprised you can even see me from way over there." Is said in a greeting with a sweet little smile.

"My life doesn't revolve around Vox, shocking information I'm well aware. Nothing I want nothing from you."

[isforever-moved]

@rainbowofsinners  (  valentino  )  @  VELVETTE  :  "We  should  collaborate  together  on  a  fashion  line,  babydoll!"  Valentino  bounces  on  his  heels,  a  glittery  pink  sketchbook  held  up  in  both  upper  hands  hands.  "I  even  have  some  ideas  to  show  off!"

    the  overlord  is  idly  scrolling  through  her  phone,  halfheartedly  liking  reels  and  stories  on  sinstagram.  she's  spent  the  day  working  on  the  newest  line,  trying  to  put  together  fashion's  next  big  thing…  and  all  she  has  been  hitting  is  dead  ends.  she  tucks  a  strand  of  hair  behind  her  ear  and  looks  up  at  val.  head  tilting  to  the  side,  she  can't  help  the  way  her  lips  quirk  into  a  smile.  as  much  as  she  might  hate  when  he's  having  tantrums,  velvette  admittedly  has  a  certain  fondness  for  valentino.  she  sighs,  putting  her  phone  down  on  the  coffee  table  and  scooting  over  on  the  sofa.  “sit  down  then,”  she  let's  her  arm  lay  across  the  back  of  the  sofa.  “the  new  winter  line  is  a  total  shitshow,  so  i  could  use  some  fresh  ideas…  but  if  there's  an  inch  of  latex  in  any  design,  that's  not  going  to  happen,  vee.”  of  course,  she  might  consider  it…  but  she  won't  make  any  promises.  “show  me  what  you've  got,  darling.”

[lilithisms]

@rainbowofsinners liked for a starter

' answer me honestly ; if you could betray any and everyone you cared about for more power . . . would you do it ? to be more than you could ever hope or dream to be ? '

[venisontransmission]

@rainbowofsinners continued

"That's an interesting addendum. I don't recall you specifying for a doe specifically!" He leans against his far larger alternate with a cute little grin, smaller but just as sharp. Devilish, one could even say!

"But I suppose I can take the compliment where it's given. I am very cute, after all. Though you act far more like the flushed little doe than I do in these meetings of ours."

[damnedrainbows]

❛ i don't know how you've bewitched me, but it needs to stop. ❜

It was the only thing he said to the television host, and lacking so much context, it probably just confused Vox more than anything. It was the most eloquent way he could phrase these emotions for the overlord.

His grin was razor sharp and scrutinizing the other demon. Vox’s ability didn’t work on him, so why…did he feel hypnotized?

@rainbowofsinners

[statiicstag]

"'RADIO DEMON MISSES BEAT; TUNES OUT OF FIGHT!' Pretty fuckin' sweet headline, eh?" - [Vox @ Alastor]

Ah, so he'd seen—not that he finds himself surprised. If Vox is of any belief that Alastor is somehow not aware of the eyes on him at all times in the form of a camera, he would be sorely mistaken. Certainly he's made enough eye contact with the damned things not so well hidden that he'd had made that much obvious.

❝ Not so shabby, though I believe I've a better one! ❞ His microphone taps the screen that doubles as Vox's face. ❝ 'Owner and founder of VoxTek Enterprises sits at home idly while Exorcists slaughter sinners he'd promised to help protect!' ❞

❝ Perhaps it's a little lengthy, but you do know I prefer to read the papers. ❞

[countlessrealities]

@rainbowofsinners sent:

Sure, she wanted his head on a stake. And she took away (most of) his weapons. And his minions that one time. Buuuut he’s trying to be a better person, so he’s presenting her with a peace offering of sugar cookies of her and Charlie holding hands.

“We made cookiesssss for you, purple female!” He’s got that nervous, expectant look with his tongue flicking between his teeth. His hat has the same expression, too.

And by we, he apparently means him and his egg minions, who are all standing behind him in cute aprons, curious smiles upon their faces.

(Pentious @ Vaggie)

When Pentious and his little gang of eggs approach her, Vaggie's first thought is that they have made some kind of mess and now they need help cleaning it up. And, perhaps, the sinner is also hoping that he won't get scolded too much if he fesses up before anyone can find out.

So, when she's faced with that batch of admittedly well made cookies, for a moment all she can do is staring in surprise. It's a little embarrassing, especially considering how obviously caught off guard she is, but that's something she intends to keep for herself and pretend not to have noticed.

"You made...cookies. Of me and Charlie," she eventually says, talking a little slowly, as if she was trying to process the words as she spoke. "These aren't...poisoned or anything, right? Or part of one of your latest paranoid trips?"

Okay, that's a little uncalled for. After all, Pentious has done nothing but behave after Trust Exercises day, so she should give him some more credit. Or at least trust him enough to know that, if the cookies end up making her sick, it's because he sucks at baking and not because he meant to harm her on purpose.

In all honesty, she's very tempted to call Alastor and have him taste them first. That creep can eat everything, so he would have been fine anyway.

However...That's not what this whole Hotel is about. As Charlie always reminds them, this is a place of second chances. So the least she can do is make a little leap of faith.

Besides, the cookies are so freaking cute. And so are the Eggs with their little apron. How can she say not to such a display?

"You know what? Never mind that, let's just..."

Her voice trails off as she picks up one of the cookies and bites into it. The moment the flavour hits her taste buds, her eye goes wide because...holy shit, they are actually good.

"Wow, they are awesome! That's...I mean...thanks for making them. For me."

And now she's feeling beyond awkward, just as she knows the silence between them will be if she doesn't feed some more substance to the conversation.

"I didn't know you were so good at this. Where did you learn? And, uh, Charlie loves sweets, so...any chance you could teach me a little?"