HUMAN ALASTOR RP WHEEE

(I’m gonna reply to all of ur prompts I swear I just gotta figure out which character to useh

(Okay! Thanks!)

*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)

*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.”

*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.*

*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.*

"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*

(Name: Violet. Age about 20ish, light brown hair, Latina, blue eyes. Hot headed and didn’t act like other women)

(Violet walked over to the guy shoving him by the shoulder) “Watch where you are going you bitch! You better pray my friend forgives you.” (She turned to alastor) “you okay?”

(Just have her hair straight)

Alastor: “it’s alright. Take your time, you’ll get it.”

(Can we meme chat this?)

(Sure ^^)

*the man just stumbled, chuckling. Alastor nodded, looking down at his stained shirt as his eye twitched slightly*
Alastor: “I’m fine, my friend. I suppose that’s what happens when you’re at a party with… people of such ignorance.”
*he watched the man retreat, the glint in his eyes almost preadatory*

(Violet lifted her own glass of wine and splashed it on herself, then chuckling) There now your not the only one who’s wet and smells like red wine.

Alastor: *he gasped, lightly touching your arm* “My dear you didn’t have to do that-“ *his eyes softened fractionally*

(She sighed) I’m not letting my friend be the only one to be embarrassed. We stick together right?

Alastor: *he chuckled deeply, patting your shoulder* “Why of course. I couldn’t ask for a better companion.”

(She smiled) Now, shall we dance?

*he bowed politely and offered his hand*
Alastor: “Why of course. It’s been awhile since someone has wanted to dance with me.”

(She took his hand, laughing softy) “This will be a hell of a show to tell once we broadcast this”

Alastor: *he began a slow waltz, leading, but careful to not overwhelm you* “Oh indeed it will.”

(Violet followed his lead, trying to follow the beat of the music but kept messing up) “sorry” (she muttered)