HUMAN ALASTOR RP WHEEE

*The man noticeably cringed at the stain, tapping Alastor’s shoulder and mumbling,* “You can borrow my jacket.” *Without an answer, he began unbuttoning his jacket to give to his friend.*

(Not even a HH fan I’m just desperate for an rp 💔 also yay now I have a 1920’s Benny drawing)

*he held out his wrist to you. To your surprise, a symbol (one that could only be described as an occult symbol) literally carved into his flesh. The wound was outlined in black, the blackness seemingly snaking up his arm*

“Owch-“ *He winced at the scar, leaning down to take a closer look at it,* “is it witchcraft?

*he looked away, silent. But his face said yes*

“That’s pretty cool.” *This is gonna probably be like the one with pentious with how he’ll investigate anything (and probably do some morally grey things) to make his life more interesting*

(Yeah probably. Sorry.)

*he looked at you, his eyes wide*
Alastor: “Cool?”

(Not ur fault just saying)

“Yeah. It’s interesting.” *He took a sip of his drink,* “I like interesting stuff.”

Alastor: “Oh. I didn’t think… I didn’t think you’d be so calm.”

“I’m not. I’m freaking out actually. I’m just acting calm so you’ll be comfortable enough to tell me more.” *It was a smart plan, but telling people your master plan isn’t the best idea.*

Alastor: “Oh! Well I suppose you-“
*the bartender suddenly cleared his throat at them, nodding to a sign tacked to the far wall, labeled ‘COLORED’*

(The day and age Alastor lived in people were racist 😭)

*Ben smacked his lips but didn’t see any point in fighting back. He got up and waited for Al to join him.*

*he gave the bartender a scathing glare, then shoved out of his seat to stalk over and join you*

*he walks beside you, tugging at his still damp shirt to try and dry it*
Alastor: “I suppose your right.”

“Mhm.” (Do we time skip past getting him a new shirt and the car rides or do we not?)

(Yeah, sorry)

*now, you and Alastor sat side by side at the bar. Alastor sipped on a small glass of whiskey*

*Ben cleared his throat,* “Y’know, I always feel like I’m on the brink of something. Like something BIG is about to happen and just…change my life forever. Y’know, just- bring something into my life that’ll make it less…- less like I’m just living the same day over and over.”

*He tried to make small talk, but his idea of small talk is simply oversharing things about his mental state.*

Alastor: “I understand, my friend. Life can feel repetitive sometimes.” *he sipped his drink, and you noticed something strange on his inner wrist. From what you glimpsed, it seems to be some sort of symbol*

*Ben tilted his head at the symbol,* “I didn’t know they were doing tattoos on anyone.” *He giggled, nudging Al’s shoulder,* “you in a gang?” (I looked it up and google said that most people who got tattoos were sailors/soldiers, circus performers, women, or biker/gang members so that’s why bro said that)

*he set his glass down with a little extra force than necessary. He immediately tugged up his sleeve to cover it, but the way he held it said it was hurting.*
Alastor: *flatly* “No.”

“Don’t worry man, I was kidding. I know you wouldn’t affiliate yourself with that.” *He shrugged,* “what’s the tattoo for then? Must be new if it’s hurting that bad.”

*he side eyed you*
Alastor: “If I tell you, you mustn’t tell anyone. Am I understood?”

“Yeah man, I gotcha.” *He took a sip of his drink. Maybe Al joined the circus. Ben giggled a little at the thought.*

*Alastors smile didn’t falter even a bit. The sleeve of his suit was now stained red with wine. He held up a hand*
Alastor: “No-no, my friend. It’s alright. You don’t have to-“
*his eyes followed the drunken man as he stumbled away. The glint in alastors eyes was almost predatory*

(Oh lol, I’m a huge fan of HH. But I’m also desperate for rps.)

*Ben was too stupid to notice the glare,* “My brother can wash that stain off if you want.”

*Alastor turned back to face you, the glare in his eyes softening*
Alastor: “Why that would be wonderful! As long as it’s no trouble.”

“It’s not.” *He shook his head.*

“I don’t know how you managed to handle that so calmly.” *Ben began to button up his jacket once again.* “Maybe I get too mad too quick.”

Alastor: *he chuckled deeply* “The trick is to smile. When you’re smiling, it makes it harder to snap.” *under his breath, he mutters* “And remember karma.”

“Half my teeth are rotted out of my skull.” *He joked,* “it’d probably scare them even more.”

Alastor: *he barked a laugh, patting you on the shoulder* “Then it’s a win- win!”

*Ben giggled,* “I guess-“

Alastor: “Well, what do you say? Shall we ditch these… adrenaline thieves and get a drink?”

“Sure. We should probably get you a new shirt though.” *He already started to make his way towards the exit,* “I take it might be embarrassing to go around with a giant stain on your shirt.”

"dude, what the hell, watch where you're going. *turns to al* you ok, dude?

*Alastors smile didn’t falter even a bit. The sleeve of his suit was now stained red with wine. He nodded, his left eye twitching slightly*
Alastor: “Yes, I’m fine. I suppose that’s what happens when you go to a party with people of… such high status.“
*his eyes followed the drunken man as he stumbled away. The glint in alastors eyes was almost predatory*

"uh... you seem pissed... you sure? I'll let you borrow my hoodie. even if it is a bit small..."

*he turns back to look at you*
Alastor: “Oh no, my friend. It’s alright.”

(I'm probably going to draw her, but in the meantime, here's a picrew of her. she's based on Jane Doe from Ride the Cyclone hehe)

*Jane Doe blinked her big eyes in surprise, large black irises giving her a creepily doll-like air about her. she tilted her head at the man, looking at Alastor and gently tugging on his sleeve*
Jane: *simply* Alastor. He spilled on you. *Alastor had kind of just, found Jane one day while on his way home from work, hair and face dirty, with no recollection of who she was, and he kind of just, took her after that. sure, she was a bit slow in the head and lacked any ability to pick up on social cues, but Jane was still stunningly beautiful. Oh yeah, and she could also sing really fvckin high. It just, made sense for Alastor the charismatic Radio Host to keep her around, if not solely for his own gain*

*he gently put his hand on her opposite shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze*
Alastor: “Just a bit longer, dear. I’d like to pop over and say hello to my producers. Then we can leave.”

*Jane nodded before looping a finger through one of Alastor's belt loops to prevent herself from getting lost in the crowd*
Jane: *matter-of-factly* I want to meet your producers. May I?

*Alastor smiles, eyeing the other man as he chuckles at Alastors expense. Alastor gently pats her shoulder*
Alastor: “I see that, my dear. It’s alright.”

(Also, I forgot to put this as a warning, but there might be some mild racism in here due to the time when Alastor lived 😭)

(No worries)

*Jane looked at the man and frowned before looking back at Alastor with her big black eyes. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly and she tilted her head*
Jane: but shouldn’t he apologize? *the pretty girl made a face at the chuckling man; not quite a glare, but not quite a blank expression either*

*He nods with a sigh, stepping closer to offer his arm*
Alastor: “Yes, that’s the proper thing to do isn’t it? But they see me as… less than them you could suppose.”

*Jane frowned and tilted her head the other way, looking between Alastor and the white man. then, she huffed, closed her eyes, and put her hands on her hips*
Jane: *simply* well, the only thing I see is that he's fat, so the only thing about you that's lesser is your weight *the pale blonde opened one eye to look at Alastor, as if for approval in her declaration. ah, how beautiful it was to have someone look to you for approval for even the simplest thing*

*alastor let out a sharp laugh, giving her a gentle smile*
Alastor: “Why thank you. I suppose that’s true. Here, allow me to explain. What do you notice about all of them as a whole?”

*Jane looked around the room, big black eyes watching with no discernable recognition. she tilted her head, blonde curled hair swaying with her movements*
Jane: *curiously* they're all . . . white?

*he grinned, tapping his temple*
Alastor: “Now you’re getting it. They don’t like me because I don’t look like them.”
*he gestured to the whole room, lightly resting a hand on her shoulder*

*Jane frowned slightly, face blank and unreadable; a "no thoughts, head empty" kind of expression. she looked around the room again, dollike appearance making her look more like an adoptive daughter than how old she actually was (then again, Alastor didn't know how old she was due to Jane not knowing how old she was, but I digress)*
Jane: *softly* but, why? if everyone looked like everyone else, life would be awfully dull, wouldn't it?

Alastor: *he tilts his head with a warm chuckle* “Why indeed. But I suppose they don’t see it that way.” *he shrugs*

(correcting a typo)

*Jane looked up at Alastor for a few moments before closing her eyes and leaning on him*
Jane: *simply* I’m sleepy *Now, Jane was not actually sleepy. Alastor had learned by now that Jane typically used the excuse of “I’m sleepy” to express her boredom over a situation and her want to leave it, without being extremely rude. And paired with her youthful appearance and generally impassive expression, it worked* How much longer do we have to stay?

Hihihi can we do this, I was wondering if I could make us a discord server for it and everything!

I’m sorry- I don’t have discord!