[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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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.]