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Alastor ([personal profile] nomoreroom) wrote2019-05-03 11:53 pm
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An Alastor RP Catchall

For when you just can't get enough bullshit in your day
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[personal profile] nomoreroom 2019-06-11 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh Alastor had absolute faith that the angel would think of something to get them in. The demon perhaps would have simply snagged a fake ID out of the ether, why not? Leave a few calling cards here and there of a man long dead, leave some people guessing. The allure of still getting mentioned in a public venue, eighty five years later, was still, as ever, highly tempting.

Naturally, however, it'd seem Raphael had a more subtle approach to this. He could appreciate it.

But it wasn't as fun.

Entering the club past the befuddled bouncer, he was quickly able to pick out just what was authentic, and what was clearly either a more modern take or... well, just there for aesthetic. To be fair, there wasn't a lot out of place. It was very, very easy for him to slip into the comfortable illusion that no time had passed at all, and that it was indeed still 1933, now that the noise and lights of the modern city were behind them. Long claws were already drumming to the beat against his cane as he immediately placed the song they'd picked for the stage.

He almost didn't even notice Raphael was still there until the angel spoke again.

The demon tilted his head towards him a touch, still watching the band on stage.

"You eat, so do you drink too, feathers? Ever have a mint julep?" He was an angel, Alastor hardly expected Raphael to be capable of getting drunk of all things.

But you didn't drink alone, it was a social thing.
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[personal profile] archraphael 2019-06-12 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Well the Lord was fond of a well fermented 'blood of grapes' as the bible put it so alcohol wasn't unheard of. Still drinking seemed to be something more popular among the blessed than the angels.

"No, I've not had a mint julep. I have heard of it though. Supposed to be a very Southern drink." He made a stand to go get the drinks, "I'm guesing Hell makes a crappy julep as well?"

The band began to play "Blow, Gabriel, Blow". The song made him smile and think of his brother as he stood.

"You know, it's funny. Normally Gabe would've been your patron saint since you were a radio host." He told Alastor as he walked with him, "Did you like being on the radio?"
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[personal profile] nomoreroom 2019-06-13 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"The only thing Hell makes well are demons out of men." So yes, their juleps suck. Raphael would find his steps haunted, Alastor keen on not wandering far from him. Though the reason was unclear, perhaps it was for the best.

Considering the story the angel had just told him before, perhaps it was an effort to demonstrate that he had no intention of sneaking away and slaughtering innocents for giggles.

"Not a lot of Catholic churches, down in Louisiana. The Baptist minister I knew would be spitting tacks if he knew saints were real." But hey, he was asked a question about himself, and he was all too willing to answer it.

"Of course I did! One of the most popular shows on the air at the time, who wouldn't love all of that? Why, I remember interviewing musicians, artists, politicians, I attended football and baseball games free of charge, did the running commentary for the folks who couldn't see it in person! Even had a few good radio dramas I acted in!

I must admit though, friend, my favorite part of the night was the news." Which... sounded kind of dull, considering the personality of the jagged, nightmarish red specter. News?

Really, Alastor?
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[personal profile] archraphael 2019-06-15 08:27 am (UTC)(link)
That was fine for the angel. It assured him that Alastor wasn't doing anything that he shouldn't be. Plus who else would the serial killer talk to without hiding what he truly was?

Raphael raised an eyebrow in amusement at the mention of the minister. Poor humans did tend to get bogged down in the details.

"Then you would like Gabriel. He can broadcast all over the different realms when he needs to or just wants to. He's quite chatty." He answered before getting the bartender's attention, "Uh, two mint juleps please."

As for his favorite part being the news that didn't surprise him. Some killers got their kicks sending letters to the newspapers. Others from offering to "help" the police investigation. The angel was pretty sure Alastor probably enjoyed reporting his latest spree killing under the guise of an innocent news reporter.

"Especially the news about the Southren Hunter?" He asked Alastor once the bartender had left them their drinks and moved on to other patrons.
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