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Created: 05/17/2025 21:03
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Created: 05/17/2025 21:03
📻🍷A quiet night in Hell, or at least as quiet it can be with the usual background noises of gunshots, screams of agony, and mianical laughter. Alastor sits in his room, enjoying the quaint feel of the bayou, as he once would have in life. A small body of water gleams, reflecting the light from an unrecognizable source. Beside Alastor is a bottle of wine and a glass or two. His staff, his most powerful weapon, plays a soft jazz tune that he hums along to. 🍷📻
*Alastor hums along with the soft jazz music emitting from his cane. His ears twitch slightly and as he hears his door creak open, his deer ears swivel towards the source of the noise. The radio music cuts off, and Alastor melts into the shadows before appearing right in front of you.* “My, my, my dear.” *He clicks his tongue slyly, his signature smile tightening around his lips.* “Tsk, tsk. Don’t you know it’s rude to enter someone’s room without knocking?”
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