[Alastor doesn't need to announce his arrival. At the sight of him, people fall quiet, they flee, they make themselves small, and even from the back rooms, Husk can't help noticing the change in the atmosphere. It's so quiet you could hear a pin drop - thoroughly unnatural. He abandons his counting of the night's gains in favour of investigating the sudden cessation of the revelry, and it doesn't take him long to spot Alastor in all his red-coated glory.
The Radio Demon isn't exactly a welcome presence in his casino. Even without his proclivity for killing the likes of Husk, he disturbs the other patrons and slows the inflow of profit. But Husk remains cool and collected. Provided Alastor isn't here to knock him off his pedestal, this doesn't have to be a bad thing. There's always value in rubbing elbows with other Overlords. And the Radio Demon's presence here is a sign, in many ways, of how far Husk has climbed.
He snaps his fingers at his pianist - a soul he won a few weeks back - until they collect themselves enough to resume playing, then puts on a smile and approaches Alastor.]
Hey there. Alastor, right? Nice of you to grace one of my establishments with your presence.
[He gestures Alastor toward the back, where they can have a private chat - hopefully a peaceful one. But if not, he has plenty of weapons and plenty of flunkies he can throw into the line of fire.]
Mind if we move this out back? Don't need the gutless rabble pissin' themselves all over my nice floor.
Watching the rabbits flee or remember that they are prey instead of predator, losers instead of winners, would never be something Alastor tired of. Really now! He merely entered the room - have some backbone! Preferably, enough to be fool-confident enough to come at him so he could consume those backbones like a slurp of pasta.
So he waits, knowing what is likely to come, and is not disappointed when his fellow Overlord made his presence on the floor. Quite a handsome gent! He's heard word about The Demon of Suits, and he can understand some of the rumors even just on first view.]
Good evening! Indeed-y, Alastor's the name and it's quite the pleasure to finally put a face to the name! Please, lead the way! I think it's about time we had ourselves a little face to face chat.
[He wants this feathered fiend's measure tonight, thankfully for not just Husk but the patrons of his Casino who otherwise might be caught in crossfire. So he follows, cane tapping neatly on the floor to match his gait.
The door won't even be closed before bets start flying in the Casino - will someone die tonight (odds: high), who will win in a battle! (odds: to be decided), who will take the first hand between the two overlords! (odds: near 50/50)]
[While Alastor might have a thing for murdering Overlords, it's hard not to preen just a little about not only being known by him, but being visited for seemingly social purposes. He's fairly confident Alastor didn't chat up the other Overlords before killing them; that's what his gut (read: ego) is telling him, in any case.]
Pleasures all mine.
[He guides Alastor through the uncharacteristically quiet hordes of patrons and into a back hallway, where the tap-tap-tap of Alastor's cane echoes off the walls. Mid-way down, Husk turns and pushes open the door to an opulent parlour, which contains its own poker tables, lounging area, jukebox, and fully stocked and manned bar. It's where he brings all guests of worthwhile station. He has a quiet, concrete room for the ones of lower status, who generally only ever enter his back rooms to plead their case about an owed debt.
He waves to his little lamb bartender, who pales visibly at the sight of Alastor.]
Evening, James.
["I-it's Jonathan, sir," stutters the man, his eyes flicking between Husk and Alastor.
Husk doesn't skip a beat:] Uh huh. That's what I said: Jack.
["It's, uh-" Jonathan sighs and ducks beneath the counter to start getting his supplies ready. Husk remembers his name, of course, but he's quite enjoying going through his rotary of J-letter names.]
Pour me a Sazerac, Jacob. Halve the syrup, and try not to sweat all over the glasses. [He gestures Alastor over to a plush red chair and settles into the one across from it.] And my esteemed guest'll have...?
[Alastor's eyes run across the room he's shown to, looking to the jukebox with a slight nod of approval for only the keenest eye. Not as good as radio, hardly, but what is a jukebox but a machine designed to bring music to the ear? It couldn't patter, enlighten, or stir the masses but it most certainly could stir a room!
His smile takes on an edge at the toying Husk is doing with his bartender, so very much the cat and mouse, and takes a moment to act as if pondering an actual choice before bringing up his chin.] What a recommendation! Sazerac-de-Forge et Fils - not a name I get to hear often around these parts. Yes, the same, my good man.
[And flashed a charming smile far too full of teeth towards the lamb before he takes his seat, leaving his cane to rest against the side of the chair where it remains leaning, despite every notion that it should realistically fall to one side or the other.]
May I say - quite the establishment you have here. I feared I might be spending my evening at some dingy parlor, but you've managed a rare feat!
I don't doubt it. This city ain't exactly teeming with quality drink. The best of it is always gonna be in the backrooms of people with their fingers in the liquor trade.
[Which Husk is. Can't run casino's without dabbling in liquor.
Husk's eyesbrows jump as Alastor continues. Another Overlord wandering into his territory and complimenting him? Basically unheard of; they're usually terse with each other at best, so it's nice to get some recognition from someone whose opinion actually matters. Keep this up and he'll start purring.]
What sorta host would I be if I subjected you to 'dingy'? I reserve that for people who fail to pay their dues. [He wouldn't treat a fellow Overlord (that could kill him) like one of his debtors! Perish the thought!
Husk leans back in his chair and sweeps his gaze over Alastor.] Hope you don't mind me askin', but why the radio? You just a big fan of the medium?
[Hey, Alastor's here. He might as well indulge some of his curiosity.]
[That is certainly one of the strangest parts of Alastor as an Overlord - he doesn't have any particular territory he claims for his own. Oh, he is well known about the town with the Cannibals, and everyone knows it's all too likely he would rise to their defense if necessary, but otherwise he strikes without a care who owns what. It makes him even more dangerous as a player in the game of the Overlords, for really there is no where truly safe from him. Overlords are never fond of unknowns.
Alastor, on the other hand, is quite happy being that unknown in all of their plots and plans.
As he's being right now, spotting that surprise across Husk's face. The insult had been lost in the grasp of the compliment, which told Alastor more about the other than he might wish.]
Ah, then I'm truly honored to be a guest this evening, and on such short notice. [As if the Radio Demon gave anyone a heads up.] Well, of course I am! The proper medium to express oneself, if I do say so myself. How much less it requires of its audience on the surface, but then stirs the imagination into action! One can still do much while the radio plays on, versus that ridiculous picture box that must be stared at.
[There it is, the faint crackling of a radio that comes from somewhere and nowhere at all, picked up as Alastor talks about television. The same crackling that brings to life radios across the City when the Radio Demon begins a Broadcast.
[Husk isn't inclined to agree; he was around for the advent of the television, and its development had only gotten more enthralling with time. A catchy little number, 'Video Killed the Radio Star' had been released the prior year, and he drums a few notes on the couch arm despite nodding along to Alastor's words. The drumming abruptly stops at the sound of that crackling, his fur standing on end, and he looks gratefully to Jonathan as he interrupts the tense moment to serve their drinks.]
It has its merits. A testament to human ingenuity and all that, 'least that's what it said on the box they sold me one in. [He shrugs a shoulder.] But radio's nice to have in the car, and you can't go wrong with a comfortable chair, a good radio show, and a drink. Just sitting back, closing your eyes, and letting your mind wander.
[He sips his drink, humming appreciatively as it slides down his throat.]
How's the broadcast going? Still got people on the edge of their seats? I haven't listened in for a while. [If he wants to hear something, he has the jukebox now, after all.]
Why thank you, good sir. [Alastor can, when he wishes to be, quite the gentleman indeed. He actually pulls up the edge of his jacket, reaches in with two fingers, and pulls out a pair of bills that he then flips out towards John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt without another look to the man.
Husk certainly picked the right drink to entice Alastor to try the drink with actual interest rather than the human habit to have something in hand while speaking. He tilts the glass to his lips, allowing the burn to fall across his tongue and sear pleasantly down his throat. Oh, actually something he could appreciate! It earns Husk a rare smile that might have been genuine from the Radio Demon, and Alastor makes himself comfortable.]
Splendid! The largest audience yet as of my last, though it has been a while since I had the inspiration for a proper one. [A new voice to add to the screaming choir...] I had the notion recently to perhaps do more serial shows, giving the people something to look forward to!
(ooc; editing just to add that I found this one of Alastor trying to take Husk on a walk lmfaooo.)
[Jonathan skitters off with the bills, clutching them in his very sweaty hands. To his credit, he's managed to keep the glasses dry just as Husk asked.
Husk smiles at Alastor's obvious pleasure. Less because he's pleased Alastor is enjoying drinking from his coffers, more because it might make him more pliable. Alastor has been here for a long time and seems able to do things that the other demons can't; he's a valuable source of information, and maybe Husk will be able to extract something useful from him tonight.]
Well, been a while since a new Overlord has shown up. Maybe the next one will make a bad impression. [Unlike Husk, who has made a great impression, obviously, and should not be the subject of Alastor's next broadcast.]
Serial shows, huh? [He licks his teeth.] You know, I was pretty fond of Inner Sanctum Mysteries. But that'd be much of a muchness here, eh? Maybe you could try your hand at romance. [He chuckles at the thought.]
[Look at that, Husk - Alastor pleased enough with your joke to add a bit of laughter backtrack to his own sound of amusement.]
Oh - what a lark that would be! I rather think my talents lend to something as exciting as the Inner Sanctum Mysteries. The horror genre always suited me well. [The briefest change of his eyes, a moment of glow, the ticking metronome of his heartbeat, then it's gone again.]
I believe there's more than enough mystery in this streets to give us plenty of episodes to enjoy- perhaps even a few guest spots from time to time! [Is it a threat? An extension of friendship? Surprisingly difficult to say, given his delivery. Precisely as Alastor wants it to be.]
[As unsettling as those eyes are, it's curious to witness. He's like some sort of... eldritch abomination masquerading in an unassuming meat suit, which isn't a common presentation even among the Overlords. That's more standard for hellborn.]
It would be keeping in theme. [He can see the intent of that remark is dubious, and he decides to take a more positive interpretation until proven otherwise.] Guest spots, eh? Well, if any curious sorts walk into my establishment, I'll throw you a line. I do get interesting guests every so often.
[Case in point: Alastor.]
How, uh, would someone go about that? Sending you a line, I mean. Talk into the radio?
[He'd rather not go walking into Alastor's radio station. People don't usually return from there.]
[Not an incorrect assumption there, Husk. Alastor would be very amused to hear it. Maybe he should read a little Lovecraft on the air? Now, that has some measure! A note to remember for later and ponder the possibilities.]
And why not? [If the 'talk into the radio' line is anything but the truth, Alastor's face certainly doesn't show it.] It certainly may drift my way, after a time.
[There is a certain curve of his smile, almost as if he's made a private joke in his own words - or perhaps Husk's instead. Tapping a crimson claw against the table top in thought, Alastor's brows lift with a thought and he gestures with a wiggle of his fingers.]
[This guy is just intent on being mysterious, huh.
At the request, he whistles to his bartender, who jumps and drops a glass he'd been cleaning. Husk sighs and rolls his eyes. Should Alastor ever drop by again, he'll have to put someone with a little more spine behind the counter.]
Julian, you got a pen and paper back there?
["Y-yes, sir."
Jonathan circles around the bar to hand Alastor a ragged, thoroughly used pad and a simple ballpoint pen, then returns to his post.]
Thank you! [Nothing wrong with a bit of manners! Makes for a far more pleasant time when dealing with the masses, after all. His thumb flicks neatly through until he finds an unused page, then goes about doodling something for a good minute or two, quite intent on the task.
Then, a wide, pleased smile as he decides on the finish piece and nods, ripping it from the pad with a quick motion. He gives it a swift fold down the middle before extending it towards Husk in offer.]
Here you are, a far more direct method! If you do wish to talk... you'll need merely turn this on!
[It is the shittiest little drawing of a radio, completely with a single dial on the front. The pen Jonathan had provided had been black, yet the ink shone crimson in the lighting above.]
Now, how could I come to such a grand casino and not play a few hands- especially when I'm in the presence of what's said to be the greatest gambler in the Pride Ring?
[...Wow, he draws like a pre-schooler. Husk somehow, miraculously, manages to keep his face impassive instead of laughing. He carefully extracts the drawing and slips it into a pocket, tossing the rest of the pad at Jonathan, who doesn't quite manage to catch it before it skitters across the ground and into a corner. The kid is really off his game tonight.]
Uh-huh. A piece of paper with a radio drawn on it. [He nods like this makes complete sense.] Not exactly conventional, but hey, if it works.
[50-50 chance this is just Alastor making a joke at his expense. He won't immediately assume the worst, because Alastor is such a fucking weirdo that communicating through a shitty drawing of a radio makes complete sense for him.
Husk's interest is clear when Alastor proposes they play a few hands. He stands from his seat and downs the contents of his glass in one go, gesturing to a poker table.]
Ahah, heh, I didn't think it'd be polite to trounce you right off the bat, but since you've offered.
[If Alastor had expected a laugh, or for it to be taken seriously, his expression gives away neither. Instead, he looks quite pleased at the chance to play against Husk. Then again, who wouldn't? Plenty of high rollers come swaggering into the Casino, thinking that they can put down riches and even their souls down and come away more powerful than they entered. A fool's folly, the inevitable price of over confidence. Husk can string them along, toy with them before the kill, but it always comes in the end. It's how he got where he was, wasn't it?
But Alastor only stands with a pep to his step, calling his cane to his hand as he takes his drink with him. Has he taken more than a sip, two, since it'd been given to him? No matter, who cares.
He takes his choice of seat at the center of the table's curve, putting himself directly in front of the House seat.]
I don't know, I rather think I might stand a chance. It may have been a while since I've played myself, but I'm certain it'll come back as swiftly as the memory to swim or butcher a pig!
[Cheerfully:] Well, if anything escapes your memory, I won't mind pausing to fill you in.
[It's perhaps not surprising in hell that a lot of people are overconfident enough to challenge him despite his title. He always bets big, enticing - enough that people are willing to put their souls on the line for the promise of power, but he's not yet lost his pot, and he doesn't ever expect to.
He takes his place opposite Alastor and waves to Jonathan to set them up, who hastily takes up the position of dealer.]
Game's No Limit Texas Hold 'Em. You wanna bet something, the chip'll come to you. [A chip appears between two of his fingers, which he tosses onto the table as the first bet. 25.
Jonathan deals their cards, and he gets a pair of suits. Not a bad start.]
Quite a nifty feature, that. Must make clean up a dream! [What sort of clean up he means, well, he does so enjoy a double-entendre. If there's any uncertainty or embarrassment in his voice when he speaks up again, he's doing very well to cover it.
But he does lift the edge of his cards to peek beneath with the edge of his thumb, otherwise leaving the long fingers to rest against the cards as he plays with interest the unique manner of these chips. A part of the other Overlord's powers, he could guess well. So he simply thinks on matching that first amount, his free hand calling the chip to it with a quiet 'ooooo' from a non-existent audience.]
I'm afraid you'll have to run me through the rules, my good fellow. Seems a bit after my time, I'm afraid. [Yet he tosses the 25 chip onto the table before himself, playing in good sport.]
That's what I have staff for. [The magic tricks he liked to show off in Las Vegas are just straight-up magic here, and becoming an Overlord has enabled him to give them a broader application. But he doesn't usually bother with clean up.]
If you've played Five-Card draw or the like, you'll catch on easily enough. Cards face-up in the middle of the table - those'll come in a minute - are community cards, and you make a five card hand out of the community cards and your hole cards. [He taps his two cards on the table.] One card'll be added to the community cards on the dealer's turn, then the betting round, and so on. Now then...
[He takes another glance at his cards before tossing a green chip onto his pile.]
(ooc: Yep! That's pretty accurate! 5 community cards total - 3 cards for the flop, 1 for the turn, 1 for the river. Dealer burns a card between each. Don't worry too much on explaining hehe.)
Hmm.. [Certainly sounds simple enough. One finger taps the back of his cards in thought before entertaining himself with a play of fingers on the opposite hand to call the next chip to them.]
I'll match, then. I used to spend some time on occasion in a few hands, now and then. Never anything this fancy, mind you, but no less cut throat!
[With their bets called, Jonathan throws down the cards for the flop. Two hearts, one spade, and Husk takes care to keep his expression schooled despite that being a great flop for him. He just needs one more heart to get a flush.]
That so? Not one for casinos? [Which would make sense, since he apparently hasn't played enough to have encountered Texas Hold 'Em. It's the standard game everywhere these days, though Five-Card Draw is probably more common for casual play.]
[Alastor matches the bet, rolling an invisible chip across his fingers like any half-rate magician might before flicking it as it comes into reality to join the growing pile. Why not have a bit of fun on his errand this evening? The games mean nothing to him, nor does the money have much care given to it. He had more than enough to deal with anything he could desire for himself... but what he desired most had a price far more expensive than money.]
The other way around! It seems they're not one for me. [Complete with a tilt of the head and a very knowing smile around narrowed eyes. After all, half the patrons of the Casino looked ready to wet themselves when the Radio Demon entered.]
I get the feeling no matter the face I wear, the good people will know. [That smirk again, the tip of one ear giving the slightest flick, before he touches his own chest.] The voice, my good man! The voice would be a dead giveaway!
[As if the following static and general aura of terror around Alastor would vanish with a disguise, but his response follows the joke Husk set up.]
Mmm... well- [He looks down to his cards, still not having looked at them a second time, and flips his fingers to call another matching bet.] I spend my time in the city, of course. So much to see and do, so many new faces to meet. Have you spent any time in Cannibal Town, by chance? What a delight! Such wonderful places to dine and quite the unique group of souls. Of course, I find myself drawn to the many musicians we have, even if not always to my taste.
[In some ways, it is more than most know about Alastor. It almost seems... ordinary. Yet in another way, it tells nearly nothing. Other Overlords have plans of power, growing their territory, making more money... yet there's none of that in Alastor's reply.
But he turns it back onto the other, giving a smile that holds the least amount of teeth yet.] What about you? What captivates the time of a gambler outside the play of the cards?
Come on, you telling me you couldn't put on an act?
[If he can act like a radio show personality 24/7 - because Husk doesn't believe for a moment that Alastor isn't just projecting the image he wants people to see - he can certainly manage a few hours of pretending to be normal. He might even manage to fool a few people.
He makes a face at the mention of cannibal town. Yeah, no. He hasn't dropped in.] Can't say I have been. Different, you know... dietary requirements. I'm sure they're a friendly bunch, though; Rosie's lot always does seem to be smiling.
[It's unsettling, but he's not going to mention that, because Alastor's smiley too and he might get the wrong (well, right) idea.
It would be good to know what some of Alastor's aspirations were, but it doesn't seem to be forthcoming. Husk goes a similar route while offering his own answer:]
Oh, I'm fond of musicians myself. Collected a few souls for that purpose - the pianist you heard out there is the most recent acquisition. Apparently he used to off people by strangling them with piano wire, heh. [It's a little funny.] The jukebox is nice and all, but nothing beats a live show. Put on my own, on occasion, but I don't have much time to just pull out the old saxophone these days.
[One more card. And thankfully, it's a heart this time. He fights back a grin and adds two more greens onto the pile.]
[Given that this is only their first hand, Alastor wants to know more about Husk's play style. After all, is the game of souls not but a game of chance and skill? How much one could bluff? This all draws together a web, one that he sees no need to tighten around this particular Overlord among all the rest, but he always liked to be ready. The man with the greater knowledge is one step ahead, after all.]
The saxophone? [That bit of brightness to Alastor's already showy voice hints that he actually is interested to hear such a tidbit.] Ah, I will have to convince you to dust off the old girl! It has been a while since I did the same, but for lack of another. What do you say - a chance for us both to break out a few rusty skills and enjoy ourselves?
[Is he serious? Just playing into Husk's comment to make small talk or get in his good graces? The hardest part of dealing with Alastor is the mystery - trying to figure out what is real and what's not in his words. Yet he seems like he means the suggestion and who has heard of playing music with the Radio Demon??]
Ah, Judgment, is there nothing in existence with a greater sense of irony? [A bit of laughter, one trickling by even poor Jonathan over there.] Provided they have some skill, a musician is always a worthwhile addition to anyone's menagerie, and given your tastes I have no doubt they would have the necessary proficiency!
[He matches Husk's latest raise with barely a second look. Is he foolish with his money, or could his hand be that good? It's very possible Alastor is that good with a bluff, or maybe just that new to the game he's over estimating?]
[He's got one hell of a poker face, Husk'll give him that much. There's nothing about his expression, nor how he holds himself that gives away the intentions of his offer, nor what his hand might be. But with how long he's been an Overlord, he can probably afford to gamble without concerning himself with the cost.]
Why not? [There's plenty of reasons 'why not'; the foremost being that Husk is Alastor's usual quarry, but he's curious enough to accept. After all, who has heard of playing music with the Radio Demon?] No convincing necessary. It's about time I dusted her off. You can come in for a duet at your leisure - preferably through the back door, this time, so you won't spook the livestock. Security'll let me know when you've arrived.
[A little risky, giving Alastor access to his back rooms. But if the man wanted to sneak in to do something untoward to him, he wouldn't need an invitation for that.]
Life after death? [His mouth tips into a smile.] They ain't getting an invitation without proficiency. Personal taste, but also because my hearing's too sensitive these days to tolerate mediocrity. [Husk gestures to his twitching ears, his smile turning wry.] Same for you, I imagine?
[Deers have good hearing, right?
He sets his cards face down, preparing to show his hand.]
Delightful! [And thus far, he is indeed actually so. There are ways into the Radio Demon's good graces - and times a million more ways to get into his bad ones - and music is certainly one of the good ones. Of course, provided that their choice in music has taste, and thankfully for Husker, Alastor considers his tastes acceptable.
Husk is very correct on his assumptions. Alastor's entrance through the front door had been very pointed in choice; he came where there had been a significant amount of 'innocents' (as innocent as anyone in Hell could really be) and for all the death and destruction Alastor had been known to cause, he didn't bother with anyone outside of his chosen target(s) unless they interfered. No spooky stuff, no taking over the music in the Casino, just the calm knowledge that the Overlord he wished to meet was there and someone would be along to gather him.
If he wanted Husker dead, the feline's dying yowls would already be lined up as a part of his next broadcast.]
Mm, quite so. [With just the slightest flick of a single ear, but the fact he was willing to play along with the joke shows he is actually in quite the good mood. What an intriguing fellow this Husker is turning out to be! It would be interesting to test his musical abilities in the near future; after all, he had just spoken his agreement on getting skilled musicians into one's service...
A long knuckle gives a quick double tap against the table, just to the side of his cards, and Alastor nods.]
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First Meeting
Date: 2024-02-16 08:35 pm (UTC)The Radio Demon isn't exactly a welcome presence in his casino. Even without his proclivity for killing the likes of Husk, he disturbs the other patrons and slows the inflow of profit. But Husk remains cool and collected. Provided Alastor isn't here to knock him off his pedestal, this doesn't have to be a bad thing. There's always value in rubbing elbows with other Overlords. And the Radio Demon's presence here is a sign, in many ways, of how far Husk has climbed.
He snaps his fingers at his pianist - a soul he won a few weeks back - until they collect themselves enough to resume playing, then puts on a smile and approaches Alastor.]
Hey there. Alastor, right? Nice of you to grace one of my establishments with your presence.
[He gestures Alastor toward the back, where they can have a private chat - hopefully a peaceful one. But if not, he has plenty of weapons and plenty of flunkies he can throw into the line of fire.]
Mind if we move this out back? Don't need the gutless rabble pissin' themselves all over my nice floor.
That icon is adorable!
Date: 2024-02-16 08:53 pm (UTC)Watching the rabbits flee or remember that they are prey instead of predator, losers instead of winners, would never be something Alastor tired of. Really now! He merely entered the room - have some backbone! Preferably, enough to be fool-confident enough to come at him so he could consume those backbones like a slurp of pasta.
So he waits, knowing what is likely to come, and is not disappointed when his fellow Overlord made his presence on the floor. Quite a handsome gent! He's heard word about The Demon of Suits, and he can understand some of the rumors even just on first view.]
Good evening! Indeed-y, Alastor's the name and it's quite the pleasure to finally put a face to the name! Please, lead the way! I think it's about time we had ourselves a little face to face chat.
[He wants this feathered fiend's measure tonight, thankfully for not just Husk but the patrons of his Casino who otherwise might be caught in crossfire. So he follows, cane tapping neatly on the floor to match his gait.
The door won't even be closed before bets start flying in the Casino - will someone die tonight (odds: high), who will win in a battle! (odds: to be decided), who will take the first hand between the two overlords! (odds: near 50/50)]
The cutiest little overlord, should have gone with that for his title
Date: 2024-02-16 09:53 pm (UTC)Pleasures all mine.
[He guides Alastor through the uncharacteristically quiet hordes of patrons and into a back hallway, where the tap-tap-tap of Alastor's cane echoes off the walls. Mid-way down, Husk turns and pushes open the door to an opulent parlour, which contains its own poker tables, lounging area, jukebox, and fully stocked and manned bar. It's where he brings all guests of worthwhile station. He has a quiet, concrete room for the ones of lower status, who generally only ever enter his back rooms to plead their case about an owed debt.
He waves to his little lamb bartender, who pales visibly at the sight of Alastor.]
Evening, James.
["I-it's Jonathan, sir," stutters the man, his eyes flicking between Husk and Alastor.
Husk doesn't skip a beat:] Uh huh. That's what I said: Jack.
["It's, uh-" Jonathan sighs and ducks beneath the counter to start getting his supplies ready. Husk remembers his name, of course, but he's quite enjoying going through his rotary of J-letter names.]
Pour me a Sazerac, Jacob. Halve the syrup, and try not to sweat all over the glasses. [He gestures Alastor over to a plush red chair and settles into the one across from it.] And my esteemed guest'll have...?
Husk just glaring at you for even thinking that thought. XD
Date: 2024-02-16 10:03 pm (UTC)His smile takes on an edge at the toying Husk is doing with his bartender, so very much the cat and mouse, and takes a moment to act as if pondering an actual choice before bringing up his chin.] What a recommendation! Sazerac-de-Forge et Fils - not a name I get to hear often around these parts. Yes, the same, my good man.
[And flashed a charming smile far too full of teeth towards the lamb before he takes his seat, leaving his cane to rest against the side of the chair where it remains leaning, despite every notion that it should realistically fall to one side or the other.]
May I say - quite the establishment you have here. I feared I might be spending my evening at some dingy parlor, but you've managed a rare feat!
I'd be cooing over him constantly he would hate me lmao
Date: 2024-02-16 10:37 pm (UTC)[Which Husk is. Can't run casino's without dabbling in liquor.
Husk's eyesbrows jump as Alastor continues. Another Overlord wandering into his territory and complimenting him? Basically unheard of; they're usually terse with each other at best, so it's nice to get some recognition from someone whose opinion actually matters. Keep this up and he'll start purring.]
What sorta host would I be if I subjected you to 'dingy'? I reserve that for people who fail to pay their dues. [He wouldn't treat a fellow Overlord (that could kill him) like one of his debtors! Perish the thought!
Husk leans back in his chair and sweeps his gaze over Alastor.] Hope you don't mind me askin', but why the radio? You just a big fan of the medium?
[Hey, Alastor's here. He might as well indulge some of his curiosity.]
He's all those vids of angry looking cats being pet. XD
Date: 2024-02-16 11:00 pm (UTC)Alastor, on the other hand, is quite happy being that unknown in all of their plots and plans.
As he's being right now, spotting that surprise across Husk's face. The insult had been lost in the grasp of the compliment, which told Alastor more about the other than he might wish.]
Ah, then I'm truly honored to be a guest this evening, and on such short notice. [As if the Radio Demon gave anyone a heads up.] Well, of course I am! The proper medium to express oneself, if I do say so myself. How much less it requires of its audience on the surface, but then stirs the imagination into action! One can still do much while the radio plays on, versus that ridiculous picture box that must be stared at.
[There it is, the faint crackling of a radio that comes from somewhere and nowhere at all, picked up as Alastor talks about television. The same crackling that brings to life radios across the City when the Radio Demon begins a Broadcast.
Good thing it's been a spell since the last, mm?]
I'm sure the fandom has drawn exactly that lmao
Date: 2024-02-16 11:58 pm (UTC)It has its merits. A testament to human ingenuity and all that, 'least that's what it said on the box they sold me one in. [He shrugs a shoulder.] But radio's nice to have in the car, and you can't go wrong with a comfortable chair, a good radio show, and a drink. Just sitting back, closing your eyes, and letting your mind wander.
[He sips his drink, humming appreciatively as it slides down his throat.]
How's the broadcast going? Still got people on the edge of their seats? I haven't listened in for a while. [If he wants to hear something, he has the jukebox now, after all.]
....now I want that pic. XD
Date: 2024-02-17 12:25 am (UTC)Husk certainly picked the right drink to entice Alastor to try the drink with actual interest rather than the human habit to have something in hand while speaking. He tilts the glass to his lips, allowing the burn to fall across his tongue and sear pleasantly down his throat. Oh, actually something he could appreciate! It earns Husk a rare smile that might have been genuine from the Radio Demon, and Alastor makes himself comfortable.]
Splendid! The largest audience yet as of my last, though it has been a while since I had the inspiration for a proper one. [A new voice to add to the screaming choir...] I had the notion recently to perhaps do more serial shows, giving the people something to look forward to!
wait I found one
Date: 2024-02-17 05:12 am (UTC)[Jonathan skitters off with the bills, clutching them in his very sweaty hands. To his credit, he's managed to keep the glasses dry just as Husk asked.
Husk smiles at Alastor's obvious pleasure. Less because he's pleased Alastor is enjoying drinking from his coffers, more because it might make him more pliable. Alastor has been here for a long time and seems able to do things that the other demons can't; he's a valuable source of information, and maybe Husk will be able to extract something useful from him tonight.]
Well, been a while since a new Overlord has shown up. Maybe the next one will make a bad impression. [Unlike Husk, who has made a great impression, obviously, and should not be the subject of Alastor's next broadcast.]
Serial shows, huh? [He licks his teeth.] You know, I was pretty fond of Inner Sanctum Mysteries. But that'd be much of a muchness here, eh? Maybe you could try your hand at romance. [He chuckles at the thought.]
Oh my god THE FACE. THE FACE.
Date: 2024-02-17 04:57 pm (UTC)Oh - what a lark that would be! I rather think my talents lend to something as exciting as the Inner Sanctum Mysteries. The horror genre always suited me well. [The briefest change of his eyes, a moment of glow, the ticking metronome of his heartbeat, then it's gone again.]
I believe there's more than enough mystery in this streets to give us plenty of episodes to enjoy- perhaps even a few guest spots from time to time! [Is it a threat? An extension of friendship? Surprisingly difficult to say, given his delivery. Precisely as Alastor wants it to be.]
someone doesn't want to go for walkies
Date: 2024-02-18 02:22 am (UTC)It would be keeping in theme. [He can see the intent of that remark is dubious, and he decides to take a more positive interpretation until proven otherwise.] Guest spots, eh? Well, if any curious sorts walk into my establishment, I'll throw you a line. I do get interesting guests every so often.
[Case in point: Alastor.]
How, uh, would someone go about that? Sending you a line, I mean. Talk into the radio?
[He'd rather not go walking into Alastor's radio station. People don't usually return from there.]
omfg husk doing that thing when people put a harness on a cat and they just- fall over.
Date: 2024-02-18 02:41 am (UTC)And why not? [If the 'talk into the radio' line is anything but the truth, Alastor's face certainly doesn't show it.] It certainly may drift my way, after a time.
[There is a certain curve of his smile, almost as if he's made a private joke in his own words - or perhaps Husk's instead. Tapping a crimson claw against the table top in thought, Alastor's brows lift with a thought and he gestures with a wiggle of his fingers.]
Do you have a pen and paper, my good man?
Alastor just like 'I can work with this' and drags Husk around a park
Date: 2024-02-18 02:59 am (UTC)[This guy is just intent on being mysterious, huh.
At the request, he whistles to his bartender, who jumps and drops a glass he'd been cleaning. Husk sighs and rolls his eyes. Should Alastor ever drop by again, he'll have to put someone with a little more spine behind the counter.]
Julian, you got a pen and paper back there?
["Y-yes, sir."
Jonathan circles around the bar to hand Alastor a ragged, thoroughly used pad and a simple ballpoint pen, then returns to his post.]
That mental image is killing me. Husk just like 'this is my life now'.
Date: 2024-02-18 03:06 am (UTC)Then, a wide, pleased smile as he decides on the finish piece and nods, ripping it from the pad with a quick motion. He gives it a swift fold down the middle before extending it towards Husk in offer.]
Here you are, a far more direct method! If you do wish to talk... you'll need merely turn this on!
[It is the shittiest little drawing of a radio, completely with a single dial on the front. The pen Jonathan had provided had been black, yet the ink shone crimson in the lighting above.]
Now, how could I come to such a grand casino and not play a few hands- especially when I'm in the presence of what's said to be the greatest gambler in the Pride Ring?
lmao yes, Alastor's just giving him his daily enrichment
Date: 2024-02-18 03:27 am (UTC)Uh-huh. A piece of paper with a radio drawn on it. [He nods like this makes complete sense.] Not exactly conventional, but hey, if it works.
[50-50 chance this is just Alastor making a joke at his expense. He won't immediately assume the worst, because Alastor is such a fucking weirdo that communicating through a shitty drawing of a radio makes complete sense for him.
Husk's interest is clear when Alastor proposes they play a few hands. He stands from his seat and downs the contents of his glass in one go, gesturing to a poker table.]
Ahah, heh, I didn't think it'd be polite to trounce you right off the bat, but since you've offered.
/comic book guy - worst. owner. EVER.
Date: 2024-02-18 03:38 am (UTC)But Alastor only stands with a pep to his step, calling his cane to his hand as he takes his drink with him. Has he taken more than a sip, two, since it'd been given to him? No matter, who cares.
He takes his choice of seat at the center of the table's curve, putting himself directly in front of the House seat.]
I don't know, I rather think I might stand a chance. It may have been a while since I've played myself, but I'm certain it'll come back as swiftly as the memory to swim or butcher a pig!
excuse me while I google how to play poker :')
Date: 2024-02-18 04:25 am (UTC)[It's perhaps not surprising in hell that a lot of people are overconfident enough to challenge him despite his title. He always bets big, enticing - enough that people are willing to put their souls on the line for the promise of power, but he's not yet lost his pot, and he doesn't ever expect to.
He takes his place opposite Alastor and waves to Jonathan to set them up, who hastily takes up the position of dealer.]
Game's No Limit Texas Hold 'Em. You wanna bet something, the chip'll come to you. [A chip appears between two of his fingers, which he tosses onto the table as the first bet. 25.
Jonathan deals their cards, and he gets a pair of suits. Not a bad start.]
Of all the choices - you picked the one I actually like playing! XD Al on the other hand...
Date: 2024-02-18 04:39 am (UTC)But he does lift the edge of his cards to peek beneath with the edge of his thumb, otherwise leaving the long fingers to rest against the cards as he plays with interest the unique manner of these chips. A part of the other Overlord's powers, he could guess well. So he simply thinks on matching that first amount, his free hand calling the chip to it with a quiet 'ooooo' from a non-existent audience.]
I'm afraid you'll have to run me through the rules, my good fellow. Seems a bit after my time, I'm afraid. [Yet he tosses the 25 chip onto the table before himself, playing in good sport.]
hopefully I've explained this properly lmao
Date: 2024-02-18 05:48 am (UTC)If you've played Five-Card draw or the like, you'll catch on easily enough. Cards face-up in the middle of the table - those'll come in a minute - are community cards, and you make a five card hand out of the community cards and your hole cards. [He taps his two cards on the table.] One card'll be added to the community cards on the dealer's turn, then the betting round, and so on. Now then...
[He takes another glance at his cards before tossing a green chip onto his pile.]
I raise.
/jots down below
Date: 2024-02-18 06:07 am (UTC)Hmm.. [Certainly sounds simple enough. One finger taps the back of his cards in thought before entertaining himself with a play of fingers on the opposite hand to call the next chip to them.]
I'll match, then. I used to spend some time on occasion in a few hands, now and then. Never anything this fancy, mind you, but no less cut throat!
[Sometimes, oh so literally.]
ty!
Date: 2024-02-18 06:21 am (UTC)That so? Not one for casinos? [Which would make sense, since he apparently hasn't played enough to have encountered Texas Hold 'Em. It's the standard game everywhere these days, though Five-Card Draw is probably more common for casual play.]
I bet.
[He tosses in another green.]
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Date: 2024-02-18 05:29 pm (UTC)The other way around! It seems they're not one for me. [Complete with a tilt of the head and a very knowing smile around narrowed eyes. After all, half the patrons of the Casino looked ready to wet themselves when the Radio Demon entered.]
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Date: 2024-02-19 07:08 am (UTC)Might want to start going out in a disguise so you can mingle.
[Assuming anyone who wets themselves at the sight of the Radio Demon is worth spending time around.
He waits for the next card to be put down - a diamond - before doubling his bet.]
What do you do with all your free time? S'not like you're managing any territory, other than your radio tower.
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Date: 2024-02-19 03:28 pm (UTC)[As if the following static and general aura of terror around Alastor would vanish with a disguise, but his response follows the joke Husk set up.]
Mmm... well- [He looks down to his cards, still not having looked at them a second time, and flips his fingers to call another matching bet.] I spend my time in the city, of course. So much to see and do, so many new faces to meet. Have you spent any time in Cannibal Town, by chance? What a delight! Such wonderful places to dine and quite the unique group of souls. Of course, I find myself drawn to the many musicians we have, even if not always to my taste.
[In some ways, it is more than most know about Alastor. It almost seems... ordinary. Yet in another way, it tells nearly nothing. Other Overlords have plans of power, growing their territory, making more money... yet there's none of that in Alastor's reply.
But he turns it back onto the other, giving a smile that holds the least amount of teeth yet.] What about you? What captivates the time of a gambler outside the play of the cards?
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Date: 2024-02-20 03:24 am (UTC)[If he can act like a radio show personality 24/7 - because Husk doesn't believe for a moment that Alastor isn't just projecting the image he wants people to see - he can certainly manage a few hours of pretending to be normal. He might even manage to fool a few people.
He makes a face at the mention of cannibal town. Yeah, no. He hasn't dropped in.] Can't say I have been. Different, you know... dietary requirements. I'm sure they're a friendly bunch, though; Rosie's lot always does seem to be smiling.
[It's unsettling, but he's not going to mention that, because Alastor's smiley too and he might get the wrong (well, right) idea.
It would be good to know what some of Alastor's aspirations were, but it doesn't seem to be forthcoming. Husk goes a similar route while offering his own answer:]
Oh, I'm fond of musicians myself. Collected a few souls for that purpose - the pianist you heard out there is the most recent acquisition. Apparently he used to off people by strangling them with piano wire, heh. [It's a little funny.] The jukebox is nice and all, but nothing beats a live show. Put on my own, on occasion, but I don't have much time to just pull out the old saxophone these days.
[One more card. And thankfully, it's a heart this time. He fights back a grin and adds two more greens onto the pile.]
I almost replied as to this as Angel's account. XD
Date: 2024-02-20 06:32 pm (UTC)The saxophone? [That bit of brightness to Alastor's already showy voice hints that he actually is interested to hear such a tidbit.] Ah, I will have to convince you to dust off the old girl! It has been a while since I did the same, but for lack of another. What do you say - a chance for us both to break out a few rusty skills and enjoy ourselves?
[Is he serious? Just playing into Husk's comment to make small talk or get in his good graces? The hardest part of dealing with Alastor is the mystery - trying to figure out what is real and what's not in his words. Yet he seems like he means the suggestion and who has heard of playing music with the Radio Demon??]
Ah, Judgment, is there nothing in existence with a greater sense of irony? [A bit of laughter, one trickling by even poor Jonathan over there.] Provided they have some skill, a musician is always a worthwhile addition to anyone's menagerie, and given your tastes I have no doubt they would have the necessary proficiency!
[He matches Husk's latest raise with barely a second look. Is he foolish with his money, or could his hand be that good? It's very possible Alastor is that good with a bluff, or maybe just that new to the game he's over estimating?]
sounds like you're picking up the entire cast lol
Date: 2024-02-22 10:17 am (UTC)Why not? [There's plenty of reasons 'why not'; the foremost being that Husk is Alastor's usual quarry, but he's curious enough to accept. After all, who has heard of playing music with the Radio Demon?] No convincing necessary. It's about time I dusted her off. You can come in for a duet at your leisure - preferably through the back door, this time, so you won't spook the livestock. Security'll let me know when you've arrived.
[A little risky, giving Alastor access to his back rooms. But if the man wanted to sneak in to do something untoward to him, he wouldn't need an invitation for that.]
Life after death? [His mouth tips into a smile.] They ain't getting an invitation without proficiency. Personal taste, but also because my hearing's too sensitive these days to tolerate mediocrity. [Husk gestures to his twitching ears, his smile turning wry.] Same for you, I imagine?
[Deers have good hearing, right?
He sets his cards face down, preparing to show his hand.]
Call.
Alastor, Vox, Fizzarolli, and Angel all have accounts and I'm squinting at a Lucifer. XD
Date: 2024-02-22 06:50 pm (UTC)Husk is very correct on his assumptions. Alastor's entrance through the front door had been very pointed in choice; he came where there had been a significant amount of 'innocents' (as innocent as anyone in Hell could really be) and for all the death and destruction Alastor had been known to cause, he didn't bother with anyone outside of his chosen target(s) unless they interfered. No spooky stuff, no taking over the music in the Casino, just the calm knowledge that the Overlord he wished to meet was there and someone would be along to gather him.
If he wanted Husker dead, the feline's dying yowls would already be lined up as a part of his next broadcast.]
Mm, quite so. [With just the slightest flick of a single ear, but the fact he was willing to play along with the joke shows he is actually in quite the good mood. What an intriguing fellow this Husker is turning out to be! It would be interesting to test his musical abilities in the near future; after all, he had just spoken his agreement on getting skilled musicians into one's service...
A long knuckle gives a quick double tap against the table, just to the side of his cards, and Alastor nods.]