[Everything's all set for tomorrow. Charlie Morningstar's accepted Vox's invitation to the party, the Overlords have agreed to show up too (well, the relevant ones, anyway) and all the drones have been prepped to capture his big moment from every single possible angle. First all of Hell will be looking up at him for guidance, then Heaven will follow their lead shortly after. Everything Vox has been working for, both in life and after, will finally come to fruition. The only thing to nag at him is that Velvette and Val both seem pretty annoyed with him, but that's a minor hitch, easily fixed by giving them a seat on the newly constructed Heavenly council. (Well, he'll have to give it a new name, obviously. The Vox council, maybe.) All the pieces are in place and there's nothing left to do but wait.
Trouble is, he can't just take it easy and wait. He's too excited. Too full of that pulsating, white hot feeling of triumph. He wants to rub it in a certain someone's face, too.
The setup for his plan is easily taken care of. He doesn't need to spend more than fifteen minutes on it. Once it's done, he returns to the office Alastor was left alone in. Alone only in the physical sense, anyway, since the cameras are always watching, which means Vox was watching. The radio demon hadn't moved. He can't. The deal was for him to be a captive, so a captive he will be.
The door to the office opens with a bang. Vox hadn't kicked it open, but he sure had rushed up to it and shoved. The smirk on his face is so wide, it's even more unnatural than it usually is.]
Honey, I'm home!~
[Alastor's facing the window right now as opposed to the door. Not a problem. Just as he has been doing ever since the deal was made, Vox sends his cables out to grab the chair Alastor's tied to, pulling it towards him with a harsh jerking motion. If he hadn't been actively holding the chair upright, it likely would've topped backwards from the sudden exertion of unbalanced force. It comes to a stop just as harshly too- so close that Vox can lean forward to place a hand on the back of the chair, near Alastor's shoulder.]
Had a spectacular time prepping for tomorrow's party. Even the old school hack Overlords like you will be blown away. It's gonna rule! [Vox's fingers slide sideways, up Alastor's neck, then come to rest on his chin to grab hold of it.] And how was yooour evening?
[Rhetorical question, since Alastor's still got the muzzle on him. That just makes it even funnier to ask.]
[For Radioshow]
Trouble is, he can't just take it easy and wait. He's too excited. Too full of that pulsating, white hot feeling of triumph. He wants to rub it in a certain someone's face, too.
The setup for his plan is easily taken care of. He doesn't need to spend more than fifteen minutes on it. Once it's done, he returns to the office Alastor was left alone in. Alone only in the physical sense, anyway, since the cameras are always watching, which means Vox was watching. The radio demon hadn't moved. He can't. The deal was for him to be a captive, so a captive he will be.
The door to the office opens with a bang. Vox hadn't kicked it open, but he sure had rushed up to it and shoved. The smirk on his face is so wide, it's even more unnatural than it usually is.]
Honey, I'm home!~
[Alastor's facing the window right now as opposed to the door. Not a problem. Just as he has been doing ever since the deal was made, Vox sends his cables out to grab the chair Alastor's tied to, pulling it towards him with a harsh jerking motion. If he hadn't been actively holding the chair upright, it likely would've topped backwards from the sudden exertion of unbalanced force. It comes to a stop just as harshly too- so close that Vox can lean forward to place a hand on the back of the chair, near Alastor's shoulder.]
Had a spectacular time prepping for tomorrow's party. Even the old school hack Overlords like you will be blown away. It's gonna rule! [Vox's fingers slide sideways, up Alastor's neck, then come to rest on his chin to grab hold of it.] And how was yooour evening?
[Rhetorical question, since Alastor's still got the muzzle on him. That just makes it even funnier to ask.]