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nexus_crossings2019-01-01 04:12 pm
nomoreroom) wrote in nexus_crossings2019-01-01 04:12 pm
SUPER FRIENDLY
Christmas done, New Years over, the chance of encountering anything uncomfortably holy has diminished by a lot, and thus, what might be an disquietingly familiar crimson figure has popped back up in the Nexus again.
Just the same as he was before, that smile permanent, he's gotten comfortable in the plaza. Pretty easy to see the direction he came in from too, the snow partially melted and delicate little cloven deer hoof prints burned right down through to the ground. Rather odd, considering the obvious fancy calf skin shoes he's wearing.
"Happy New Years, ladies and gentleman, Happy New Year, hope you had a fantastic holiday, I know I did!
Say, any of you fine folks out there make a resolution? Keep it light folks, lets just have a nice fat chew here! What do you have in mind for the New Year? Don't say lose weight, if you didn't do it last year, well shucks, I don't think this will be your year either, realistic goals, folks, lets keep it light and real."
The hiss and crackle of that old vacuum tube radio and the tinny, artificial quality of his voice doesn't do much to lend to the 'lightness' of this entire scene, but hey, it's nothing he can help, nor distinctly seems to care about.
Frankly, a seven foot tall antlered anthropomorphic amalgamation of man and deer was about as un-light as one could get, but that's never stopped Alastor before.
Just the same as he was before, that smile permanent, he's gotten comfortable in the plaza. Pretty easy to see the direction he came in from too, the snow partially melted and delicate little cloven deer hoof prints burned right down through to the ground. Rather odd, considering the obvious fancy calf skin shoes he's wearing.
"Happy New Years, ladies and gentleman, Happy New Year, hope you had a fantastic holiday, I know I did!
Say, any of you fine folks out there make a resolution? Keep it light folks, lets just have a nice fat chew here! What do you have in mind for the New Year? Don't say lose weight, if you didn't do it last year, well shucks, I don't think this will be your year either, realistic goals, folks, lets keep it light and real."
The hiss and crackle of that old vacuum tube radio and the tinny, artificial quality of his voice doesn't do much to lend to the 'lightness' of this entire scene, but hey, it's nothing he can help, nor distinctly seems to care about.
Frankly, a seven foot tall antlered anthropomorphic amalgamation of man and deer was about as un-light as one could get, but that's never stopped Alastor before.
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"Didn't figure this is the sort of thing you'd celebrate."
It's kind of funny to think of anyone in hell giving a shit about holidays. Or maybe they just make their own. He quirks an eyebrow at the mention of a resolution but what exactly can he say or try that he hasn't already told himself to try a million times before? He already tries harder than most anyone he knows to be decent.
And yet...
"Why set myself up for failure, bro? If I've learned anything it's that there's not a lot of a point to this kind of thing."
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"What, New Years? I don't! But when in Rome!" Hell didn't care about the changing of years, not really. Hell changed with its inhabitants, not by the passage of time.
Alastor, after all, could barely progress past the 30's.
"No plans in mind? Just going to rot?"