Alastor tilted his head back away from the apple, just from the proximity being too close for his liking. Still... his head tilted. The tone he's asking that makes it pretty clear he's asking about whether anyone had stirred a feeling like that in him.
Hmm.
"There was quite a talented singer back in the day - always sang for meals in the bar I'd go to. I'd picked up piano to back the vocals, but a voice like that never needed it. Some have a way of singing that shakes your soul."
"I see, I see~" He had a point there- oh, some voices just demanded all else to clear the air. Lily had a voice that filled a room, and that's just one factor of what had him so crazy about her.
But where did you go...?
"'Shakes the soul', huh...? With the proper motivation, I think you can get a positively transcendent pitch straight from the soul. The promise of a good meal is good motivation, among others." He had been thinking on that a while. His ditty on his first visit to the Hotel was just fun. He wanted to impress and show his credentials to a woman he'd wanted to know better for the longest time.
But his second? That was from the heart. That was connecting. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gone from the heart rather than his frazzled, disquieted mind.
But the King sighed, nostalgic. "Dancing... I dearly miss it. I remember a time when it would only be hours where I haven't felt compelled to share a little dance, enjoy some music. Celebrate a day despite what life tried to throw at you, you know...? And sharing a little fun alongside the spark of spite!"
"Alastor! Oh my golly, what... what happened!?" They were so fun, so happy, so carefree bobbing in the swamps. Some were already covered in muck, and some may or may not have been eaten already by the scaly locals.
But Lucifer's eyes were wide, hand to chest, shocked with this- this scandal that seemed to have taken place.
"I see. You've taken it upon yourself to so generously decorate my room," Alastor snidely remarked, turning the rest of his body around to match his head. "Then perhaps I best return the favor."
But as Alastor's body turned, Lucifer all but danced a few steps backward, six wings unfurled. He brandished his cane like a rapier and wore an impish grin.
"But since you intend to incriminate me, I will defend my honor! You won't get past me!"
The little whirl of the cane in a circle!! Have at thee!
"Hmmm..." Alastor hummed in thought, staring at the dramatically whirling cane wordlessly.
After a moment, he spun his staff to collide with the cane, the radio on the end crackling from the way the metals slid against each other as Alastor stepped in to close the distance.
"You don't by any chance happen to have six fingers on your right hand?"
A clash, and in he came. The grin widened, and recognition flashed across his eyes.
"Do you always begin conversations this way?"
He wasn't there to see the duel between Alastor and Adam. So his swings were light and quick, just testing to see just how this old man (thought the hypocrite) was on his feet without all the tentacles and whatnot.
It's just play. Swordsmanship wasn't something he ever studied, after all, even if he had decent reflexes. The way his mic stand reverberated felt wrong but for the sake of a show? He would clash 'blades', and make showy little jabs to Lucifer's chest, dodging where he could as well.
On this other hand, when you lived for millennia, you took up any and all hobbies to see what fit.
Oh, the days of sparring he had for fun, dueling with guards before facing dear Lily were days he enjoys ending claiming a sweat-covered, weary defeat. It made the blood rush in his veins, made him feel truly alive...!
The jabs were intriguing. Alastor was by no means an expert duelist or swordsman, but he wasn't a slouch he had to go easy on. ...Not too much, anyway.
"Didn't take you for a man who enjoyed an adventure-comedy!" Color him curious as he let himself be on the back foot, but maintained his duelist's strokes, other hand aloft for balance. But pardon him- the wings were shivering a little in glee. It'd been so long since he'd just... played.
It was clear who had actually practiced swordsmanship, but Alastor couldn't hold back proud little chuckles at effectively dodging swings. Lucifer was precise where Adam had been sloppy, very professionally and neatly falling into the stage play of it all.
That suited Alastor just fine - after all, a real sword fight rarely looked so good or felt so fun. Not the way a dramatized choreography felt.
"Now what part of me seems like he wouldn't enjoy a hearty laugh and clever wit? That perfectly suits my taste!"
"Should I deny myself the enjoyment of new art? No, no no, that won't do!"
The performance deserved a shift in scenery - Alastor feigned receiving a blow, dramatically gasping and leaping back into his room again, dismissing his mic stand and brandishing his fireplace's fire iron. It made a much more satisfying 'whoosh' sound when it swung, after all.
"I have a strong admiration for the likes of Chaplin and Atkinson alike! Just because most entertainment has become meaningless drivel doesn't mean there's not the occasional diamond in the rough."
Hm! Point taken. He even frowned thoughtfully and nodded. Most movies were kind of crap, and you had to look deep for something good. He just figured the walking period piece that was Alastor wasn't all too keen on modern media what with his beef with ol' Flat Face.
He whipped out the iron and Lucifer's eyes lit up. He met that whoosh and clashed with renewed gusto.
"Well of course you've got to tell me your current favorites now, you understand!"
Ahh, much better - the fire iron wasn't part of his Being, so this felt much more like a prop. Alastor backed up as they exchanged 'blows', clanging metal on metal, and he kicked aside ducks in his path so he didn't break his ankles on them.
"I quite enjoyed reading Flowers for Algernon. I did end up begrudgingly sucked into Pan's Labyrinth despite my avoidance of Vox's vapid consumerist productions... and by Charlie's emphatic insistence I watched and admittedly enjoyed What We Do In The Shadows," he listed off, focusing on dramatic dodges and backwards hops, landing steady in the mud as if it were just as solid as stone. "Many of the last few decades' worth of musicals, however, are horribly lacking."
Flowers for Algernon rang a bell, but Pan's Labyrinth... didn't! Sounded like a fantasy. He should look into it. He knew of What We Do In the Shadows, though! That sounded right up her alley.
"...And now you've reminded me that Cats exists! Thanks! That's gonna rot in my brain for a while-"
Clash, clash- whoa... he did NOT need to sink in muck! He lifted off and took to the air. Perhaps now Alastor didn't have to spar with someone so short. Eye to eye!
Ugh! If he admits he hasn't seen it yet, that will open an invitation. Is it better to get dragged into an invitation or play coy?
Alastor bent over backwards to avoid a swing before leaping to the side - instead of sinking into the water, his boots landed on something just below the surface. An alligator, of course! Or rather, a taxidermied gator, though the shadows make it bob and hiss like the real thing.
Well now you've done it, Al! Despite the gasp and the avoidance of what he thought was a very alive alligator, he was focused on this- this piece of news!!
"Wow! I'm shocked! I think you'd enjoy it. I own a recording of a production from the human world, if you'd like to borrow it~?"
Oh, you know what? Offering to loan it so he can watch on his own time, without having to socialize? He might actually watch it, then - especially given it's a proper production and not a studio film.
"Very well! Leave it there, on my writing desk, and I'll get to it eventually," he 'sighed', as if so put-upon! He hooked the iron into the scaly neck of the gator - the thing lunged out of the water, both pitch black and glowing with green magic stitching as it snapped its jaws dramatically at the other duelist.
This time, this time, you get to enjoy it at your own pa-
Whoa! He fluttered back, nearly missing saying goodbye to his dueling arm! He wanted to call foul play for using a familiar, a buddy, or whatever this could be called, but he hadn't had this level of fun in years!
"If your buddy's hungry, I'd be happy to do lunch!" Cane twirled, and a rather large rubber duck manifested in those jaws. Chompy-chomps came with a jolly squeak!
Meanwhile, ooh-hoo-hoo~ a classic of a VHS tape would find up on that writing desk. Take good care of it!
"Come now, you must admit he makes quite a splash!" Alastor guffawed in amusement, stepping on the gator's head and pulling the offending squeaky duck out of its mouth. With a flick of his wrist, the plastic swelled and popped like a balloon - revealing an egg inside.
"Have at thee!" He teased, tossing the egg at Lucifer before unhooking the iron and swinging again, the gator crawling onto the mud towards Lucifer to help Alastor match 'blades'.
The egg trick was pretty neat, earned a joyful giggle. The egg tossed was caught, clutched in his hand, and a dove sprung free. Can't have a circus without the magician, after all!
He only had moments to catch the swung iron, catching it with his cane. He pressed with as much force as he could manage in mid-air, wings frantically beating against the grounded force of the advancing alligator.
"And me without a steed of my own... You're gatorkeeping!!"
"I have a steed, you have wings - this seems appropriately dramatic to me!"
The gator surged again, letting Alastor make a leap and swing towards Lucifer, knowing the seraphim would be able to effortlessly dodge even if he swung with earnest - after all, he wasn't aiming to strike, but to make quite a satisfying, arm-tingling clang against the cane.
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Hmm.
"There was quite a talented singer back in the day - always sang for meals in the bar I'd go to. I'd picked up piano to back the vocals, but a voice like that never needed it. Some have a way of singing that shakes your soul."
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But where did you go...?
"'Shakes the soul', huh...? With the proper motivation, I think you can get a positively transcendent pitch straight from the soul. The promise of a good meal is good motivation, among others." He had been thinking on that a while. His ditty on his first visit to the Hotel was just fun. He wanted to impress and show his credentials to a woman he'd wanted to know better for the longest time.
But his second? That was from the heart. That was connecting. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gone from the heart rather than his frazzled, disquieted mind.
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He wasn't about to vocalize that thought, though.
"A good dance partner is also worth their weight in gold. Ah, truly there are fewer better ways to connect."
Oh, look at that, he's heading back towards his room. That'll be fun.
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But the King sighed, nostalgic. "Dancing... I dearly miss it. I remember a time when it would only be hours where I haven't felt compelled to share a little dance, enjoy some music. Celebrate a day despite what life tried to throw at you, you know...? And sharing a little fun alongside the spark of spite!"
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Ducks. The water is FILLED with ugly, heinous bright yellow rubber ducks.
With a sickening crack Alastor whips his head around like an owl to glare down at Lucifer behind him.
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GASP.
"Alastor! Oh my golly, what... what happened!?" They were so fun, so happy, so carefree bobbing in the swamps. Some were already covered in muck, and some may or may not have been eaten already by the scaly locals.
But Lucifer's eyes were wide, hand to chest, shocked with this- this scandal that seemed to have taken place.
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But as Alastor's body turned, Lucifer all but danced a few steps backward, six wings unfurled. He brandished his cane like a rapier and wore an impish grin.
"But since you intend to incriminate me, I will defend my honor! You won't get past me!"
The little whirl of the cane in a circle!! Have at thee!
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After a moment, he spun his staff to collide with the cane, the radio on the end crackling from the way the metals slid against each other as Alastor stepped in to close the distance.
"You don't by any chance happen to have six fingers on your right hand?"
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"Do you always begin conversations this way?"
He wasn't there to see the duel between Alastor and Adam. So his swings were light and quick, just testing to see just how this old man (thought the hypocrite) was on his feet without all the tentacles and whatnot.
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Oh, the days of sparring he had for fun, dueling with guards before facing dear Lily were days he enjoys ending claiming a sweat-covered, weary defeat. It made the blood rush in his veins, made him feel truly alive...!
The jabs were intriguing. Alastor was by no means an expert duelist or swordsman, but he wasn't a slouch he had to go easy on. ...Not too much, anyway.
"Didn't take you for a man who enjoyed an adventure-comedy!" Color him curious as he let himself be on the back foot, but maintained his duelist's strokes, other hand aloft for balance. But pardon him- the wings were shivering a little in glee. It'd been so long since he'd just... played.
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That suited Alastor just fine - after all, a real sword fight rarely looked so good or felt so fun. Not the way a dramatized choreography felt.
"Now what part of me seems like he wouldn't enjoy a hearty laugh and clever wit? That perfectly suits my taste!"
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"Aha, perhaps I misspoke: A relatively modern comedy! I remember the days of old Charlie Chaplin, figured that was more your speed."
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The performance deserved a shift in scenery - Alastor feigned receiving a blow, dramatically gasping and leaping back into his room again, dismissing his mic stand and brandishing his fireplace's fire iron. It made a much more satisfying 'whoosh' sound when it swung, after all.
"I have a strong admiration for the likes of Chaplin and Atkinson alike! Just because most entertainment has become meaningless drivel doesn't mean there's not the occasional diamond in the rough."
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He whipped out the iron and Lucifer's eyes lit up. He met that whoosh and clashed with renewed gusto.
"Well of course you've got to tell me your current favorites now, you understand!"
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"I quite enjoyed reading Flowers for Algernon. I did end up begrudgingly sucked into Pan's Labyrinth despite my avoidance of Vox's vapid consumerist productions... and by Charlie's emphatic insistence I watched and admittedly enjoyed What We Do In The Shadows," he listed off, focusing on dramatic dodges and backwards hops, landing steady in the mud as if it were just as solid as stone. "Many of the last few decades' worth of musicals, however, are horribly lacking."
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"...And now you've reminded me that Cats exists! Thanks! That's gonna rot in my brain for a while-"
Clash, clash- whoa... he did NOT need to sink in muck! He lifted off and took to the air. Perhaps now Alastor didn't have to spar with someone so short. Eye to eye!
"Hold on, what about Sweeney Todd? Be honest!"
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Alastor bent over backwards to avoid a swing before leaping to the side - instead of sinking into the water, his boots landed on something just below the surface. An alligator, of course! Or rather, a taxidermied gator, though the shadows make it bob and hiss like the real thing.
"Haven't seen it."
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"Wow! I'm shocked! I think you'd enjoy it. I own a recording of a production from the human world, if you'd like to borrow it~?"
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"Very well! Leave it there, on my writing desk, and I'll get to it eventually," he 'sighed', as if so put-upon! He hooked the iron into the scaly neck of the gator - the thing lunged out of the water, both pitch black and glowing with green magic stitching as it snapped its jaws dramatically at the other duelist.
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Whoa! He fluttered back, nearly missing saying goodbye to his dueling arm! He wanted to call foul play for using a familiar, a buddy, or whatever this could be called, but he hadn't had this level of fun in years!
"If your buddy's hungry, I'd be happy to do lunch!" Cane twirled, and a rather large rubber duck manifested in those jaws. Chompy-chomps came with a jolly squeak!
Meanwhile, ooh-hoo-hoo~ a classic of a VHS tape would find up on that writing desk. Take good care of it!
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"Have at thee!" He teased, tossing the egg at Lucifer before unhooking the iron and swinging again, the gator crawling onto the mud towards Lucifer to help Alastor match 'blades'.
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He only had moments to catch the swung iron, catching it with his cane. He pressed with as much force as he could manage in mid-air, wings frantically beating against the grounded force of the advancing alligator.
"And me without a steed of my own... You're gatorkeeping!!"
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The gator surged again, letting Alastor make a leap and swing towards Lucifer, knowing the seraphim would be able to effortlessly dodge even if he swung with earnest - after all, he wasn't aiming to strike, but to make quite a satisfying, arm-tingling clang against the cane.
Yahoo! Rolled a 1!
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