SUPER FRIENDLY

[nomoreroom]

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.

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[dalearmitage]

"You could say that." Never tell a demon the whole truth, but never lie entirely, either. Dale slipped his hands into the pockets of his black jeans. If the demon focused closely, he might notice an eldritch silver 'linework' running beneath Dale's visible skin, like circuit-board wiring and in places as delicate as the thinnest silver filigree wire. A cold sort of energy.

Dale's face eased back toward its more usual expression, a lazy and mellow smile. "You'll understand if I don't particularly want to say his name out loud. He tends to notice when he's called. Let's leave it at: another demon, and he's bad news, and the less we talk about him, the better."

And I just learned that demons have access to this place, too. I really need to get my head around this.

"Actually, maybe we could do a little business, depending. You know anything about jamming astral frequencies?"

[nomoreroom]

There was a bit to take in here, at this point Alastor was getting used to running into shit he's never seen before. It was far from annoying now though, eighty five years of sameiness got tiring, after all.

He's going to be cooking up some questions.

"Got good hearing, does he?" Well, there was something Alastor was personally familiar with.

"I might! Why do you ask? You got a job that needs doin', son?"