It was almost good Angel's work had kept him out of the hotel and Charlies lesson plans occupying his time. It gave Alastor a moment to breath. Having been glued to Angels hip for the better part of two weeks. And after that wide mouth of his slandered him in such a way. He was feeling the familiar twitch in his pulse to tear into something. So he did. A few somethings along the boarder lines. Killing in districts was always so political. But he was always allowed to venture as much as he wanted in gluttony and devour his own souls businesses. For if those souls belonged to another it wasn't his fault they talked back and needed to be made an example of. Two days of being missing as he rampaged through the town. Creating blood baths that would never quite make the news. Because who cared about mass murder when it wasn't directly related to politics or drama.
Alastor took over one of the boating houses in greed, Using the cool atmosphere to keep bodies cold and fresh. The unfortunate souls he didn't eat himself were torn to pieces and salvaged for meats and organs. Packaged and wrapped neatly to be stored in a truck near by. A truck headed for cannibal town. No good meal should go to waste. And what a waste it would of been not to deliver these bodies already prepared for his dear Rosie.
Alastor finished wrapping the last piece. Leaving the unsalvageable portions on the ground to rot away for the owner of the boat house to find. He made his way to the truck, now humming a little tune. He climbed up the little walk way and set it down with the others in the frozen truck. Looking over the packed container. He gave a little nod to it then Left the back. Closing the door with his blood soaked glove. Ah yes that's right he was still wearing his butcher apron and long black gloves. Well he couldn't very well arrive in cannibal town dressed in such attire. He made his way to the passenger side of the truck. Snapping his fingers to change his clothing. A green light over took him, removing the gloves and Apron. In it's place his stripped over coat fitted around him. Covering his red button up while dancing behind his black and red slacks.
He opened the side door to get in. Pointing his cane at the drivers side. The area twisted and turned, emanating energy until a soul vibrated into existence in the drivers side. A lanky thing with a head like a balloon harboring many eyes, blinked to take in their surroundings. Turning their head to see Alastor. They jolted, throwing themselves at the door as the man smiled at them.
"To cannibal my good fellow" Alastor ordered with a song in his voice. He gestured out to the road a head. The figure swallowed harshly. Moving back into the seat. They reached for the keys then started the truck. The vehicle began to move, heading in the direction of the town. Alastor tapped his hand on his microphone. The silence feeling heavy in the space. Lacking in a light italian chuckle that was filled with mischief.
"What an odd thought. Here I am mad to the ends and yet I still wonder what he'd say in such a situation. Oh who well just a bo- oh no I suppose not. They did state at one time they were fluid. So I'm not really sure how they identify. He seems the most logical as its how everyone labels them. Should I ask. It be polite thing to do. But perhaps I wont. See I'm still awfully mad. They insinuated such a preposterous situation. Speaking down to me. Me of all people. the audacity. But I must admit in the larger scale of things it might have been quite funny. Could you imagine the face I pulled when he said that to me. Well I bet he was quite tickled" Alastor rambled, filling in the space.
He looked over at the other, taking in his tense demeanor. There thinned lips as they sweated noticeably. Eyes focused forward.
"Hmm perhaps not the best company to speak such things. But Rosie will be all 'Oh Alastor you really are a lover boy, so captivated by your call girl' just to tease me. Well jokes on her. She doesn't know what I've been up to. How could she when he insists on using visual mediums as the board for this game. Bothersome. Now I have to wait for the adoring public to go insane and take Vox with it. *Sigh* I've spend most of my time by his side and now I am being conditioned to expect it. Perhaps some distance is good. Have some much needed me time. Oh a left if you will" Alastor pointed out and the soul turned the truck.
