"Fuck you," Vox spat aloud, turning around to get the coffee for himself and the princess. He wasn't ashamed of his romantic intentions either. He knew he wasn't wrong for that, either.
'I'm keeping the cover because no fucking way you've bothered to do it yet.'
Charlie hurries to get between them with her hands held up in a giant X shape, worry at her brow for how volatile this situation is.
"I... I completely understand how painful past problems can be, Vox, but Alastor invited you to work with him here, so maybe that's the start of an olive branch?"
Alastor merely seals off the channels to their radio communication once again, effectively walling Vox out as he had done all those years back, turning his attention to Charlie with a smile like a jagged knife.
"My dear, don't speak such nonsense."
Olive branch, indeed.
"Vox, I need to speak with you privately. Immediately, if you would?"
He may not own Vox's soul from their deal, no chain of green, but there would surely still be a distinct tug to obey. After all, Vox had foolishly agreed to Alastor being his boss while in the hotel.
Vox sighed, scowling. He wordlessly passed the second mug into Charlie's hands, sipping at his own coffee still scalding and black. Not like he could taste it anyway.
"Sure, Al. Let's get this over with," he growled, fully expecting things to get ugly again. Not like he wasn't used to that kind of thing.
Charlie still looks like she might cry, but Alastor simply sweeps past her and expects Vox to follow. He lacks the patience for a ridiculous speech about getting along, not when he has business to attend to.
He leads Vox to a small office space that he has claimed on the ground floor, and leans against the desk nonchalantly.
"I am aware you took footage of the failed exorcist attack. Delete it. Now, if you please."
Vox doesn't answer at first - just. Looking around, at the decor, what little customization was in here. This wasn't where Alastor really spent his time, it wasn't Nawlins enough. He'd been so focused on looking that he almost didn't answer.
"Huh? Right. Done. I'll even send a memo to my assistant to remove it from my hard drive at work," he replied, voice full of disinterest. He wondered if Alastor expected him to dig in his heels over it more.
Alastor absolutely expected him to dig his heels in over this.
He had thought that video footage, however grainy and glitchy, of him getting wounded by Adam would be one of Vox's personal favourite possessions. Aside from his own personal pleasure in rewatching a rival get taken down, Alastor imagined that Vox might want it for political manoeuvring. It could be quite valuable to have in his back pocket, proof of the Radio Demon's weakness.
"Fine, fine," Vox fished a smartphone from his pocket, turning the thing on and setting it down - he'd already sent a message directly from himself, so there was already a text and a reply from the contact labeled 'Elliot'.
Vox: Go to the main server room, log in, and delete the file from the folder for June labeled 'fuckyoualastor.mp4'
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'I'm keeping the cover because no fucking way you've bothered to do it yet.'
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Charlie hurries to get between them with her hands held up in a giant X shape, worry at her brow for how volatile this situation is.
"I... I completely understand how painful past problems can be, Vox, but Alastor invited you to work with him here, so maybe that's the start of an olive branch?"
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"My dear, don't speak such nonsense."
Olive branch, indeed.
"Vox, I need to speak with you privately. Immediately, if you would?"
He may not own Vox's soul from their deal, no chain of green, but there would surely still be a distinct tug to obey. After all, Vox had foolishly agreed to Alastor being his boss while in the hotel.
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"Sure, Al. Let's get this over with," he growled, fully expecting things to get ugly again. Not like he wasn't used to that kind of thing.
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He leads Vox to a small office space that he has claimed on the ground floor, and leans against the desk nonchalantly.
"I am aware you took footage of the failed exorcist attack. Delete it. Now, if you please."
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"Huh? Right. Done. I'll even send a memo to my assistant to remove it from my hard drive at work," he replied, voice full of disinterest. He wondered if Alastor expected him to dig in his heels over it more.
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He had thought that video footage, however grainy and glitchy, of him getting wounded by Adam would be one of Vox's personal favourite possessions. Aside from his own personal pleasure in rewatching a rival get taken down, Alastor imagined that Vox might want it for political manoeuvring. It could be quite valuable to have in his back pocket, proof of the Radio Demon's weakness.
"...forgive me if I require proof, old pal."
I THOUGHT I REPLIED SMH
Vox: Go to the main server room, log in, and delete the file from the folder for June labeled 'fuckyoualastor.mp4'
Elliot: Yes sir.
"Anyone that matters has already seen it."