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Glancing over his shoulder, he felt the pull of the shadows draw all around him, giving him something to potential escape through. Though, he had a 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵 it wouldn't be necessary.
“ Apologies, dear boy, but as you can imagine -- we're quite booked up! ”
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Where there was once an irritatingly 𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗱 flood of fresh guests pouring their way into the hotel, now there was nothing... Alastor's buck—like ears sprung to full height, and his often un—changing expression furrowed its brow.
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... in front of itself, muttering heretic curses in a dead language... before suddenly stopping, and turning a dark helm back towards...
❝ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘰 𝘋𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯... ❞ It spoke in an almost accusatory tone.
❝ ... Quaint residence... for insurrectionists. ❞
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With a twirl of his staff, the Radio Demon tucked it beneath his arm. Trailing one of his sharo fingers beneath her chin, stealing her gaze away from whatever distance space may earn her irritated glare.
“ Just 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 she's here is good enough for me. ”
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The mere mention of the showman had not escaped Alastor's grasp. The sudden pitch and whine of frequency came and went in the blink of an eye, almost like he was drawing in a shark and quick breath.
“ Well -- that does little in the way of complications! ”
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&& flicker.
❛ The angel fled after I challenged her. / Vox / is currently enjoying all the credit for merely sweeping in and checking on Eve. ❜
Cue an irritated role of her eyes.
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His eyes grow 𝘄𝗶𝗱𝗲, practically beaming with blood—soaked crimson. The jagged, tooth—filled grin across his face remains unchanged, with only his eyes to show how he felt in the moment... and even then, it wasn't clear whether or not he was ecstatic or not.
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❛ Lucky you, to have a loyal frontline witness. ❜
Never would she take up her ally’s time with drivel. Instead, she grins in turn as she relays something far bigger.
❛ This blood .ᐣ Eve’s. An angel fallen for attacking its own kind .ᐟ ❜