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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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He's not quite as prone to grins as the demon, but there's certainly something of careless good humor in his expression. "It is! But not every human can be an angelic vessel, and they have to give you permission to enter them."
Was that an eyebrow quirk there? Yeah, there's some inherent innuendo in this topic.
"It's weirdly complicated. The fellow I'm wearing is a delight, though. Picked him up before the first World War." He's actually legitimately attached to his vessel, but that's a story for another time. "Scotch was his drink, so I do like that, but my tastes run more toward brandy and cognac."
"When was that last New Year's? I suppose celebrating any holiday in Hell would be counter to the mood of the place."
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Gonna take that subtle innuendo and make it blatant here we go!
"Sure looks real cozy in there, friend! Say, can you feel him getting drunk at all? Everything he feels, you feel now, right? All hooked up in there as you are."
There's a hum, as if he's thinking, but honestly he remembered the year he died as clear as a bell.
"Well shoot, that was 1933! That's the last New Years I remember having. Hell of a party, friend, one Hell of a party! Hell's got parties alright, nothing quite like a party in the Pentagram! But New Years? Holidays? None of that."
Granted, a party in the Pentagram usually meant someone was going to lose some teeth, skin, limbs or organs before the party was over. It wasn't fun until someone loses an eye.
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"Having never been fully human, I can't say if my sensory perception comes to the same thing when I'm wearing one, as what they themselves would feel. I've wondered about that often, actually. But yes, more or less I do feel through a vessel. I can experience taste and touch. The angelic healing factor means I have to drink a warehouse full of liquor before I actually get drunk, but I've done it."
Not to mention a number of stronger and more illicit drugs. And also wild sex.
"That's quite a while back, chronologically, from when I was last on the planet," he says, and then blinks slowly.
"...I've never actually been to Hell," he says, "but I did hold the door open for a friend that had some work there. I think all things considered, I don't want to know what a party in the Pentagram is like. But each to his own, I suppose."