In the glowing light of my server room, I try to tune out the sounds. I don't have any fucking radio's, but that prick really knows how to access far more than he lets on... glancing over at my speaker system, it vibrates with the audio of Valentino's screams. The shrill sounds alongside the wet squelching and tearing... it's not pleasant. Fuck, I knew that bastard could access audio equipment, but really? Blasting this shit directly in my damn room? It makes it so hard to fucking focus!
Grabbing my mug aggressively, my eyes flick down to the words scrawled across the side, making me scoff. Yeah, fuck Alastor, doing this in the middle of the damn night. My coffee is stale and unsatisfying as I take a deep sip, trying to tune out the noises. It wouldn't be so hard if Valentino weren't so shrill, but that other guy... hmm, apparently, he tried to spike Xzellera out at Mimzy's... well, he deserves it. What idiot spikes someone with any overlord? It's a recipe for disaster.
But now, back to what I really need to figure out... how the fuck am I going to get around his chokehold on her? I need to get close to her in order to try to seduce her away from him... but how? He follows her around like a fucking puppy, and I know for a fact he has a shadow posted on her. Probably only one... Tapping my fingers against the ceramic, answers seem to evade me when plotting against his airtight security. I'm sure those cannibal colony broads are even plants... fucking hell.
However, as I sift through my nonexistent options, an idea suddenly comes to mind. It's risky as fuck... but it could work. What if I just approach her while he is close by... but occupied? He tends to get cocky if he is around since he has such a tight leash on her, but wouldn't that mean that his shadow isn't paying quite so much attention? It's not perfect and it could easily fail... but what other choice do I have. As long as I keep everything to words and out of his earshot, I might be able to at least probe how to go about things from here. To see how she responds to certain things, or even get more information about their relationship. Yes, that's the fucking ticket!
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The lobby is empty as always, the lack of residents in this supposed hotel making me fucking laugh. This place is a damn flop and little miss Charlie should know that by now, but hey, it makes it easy to locate these two... my eyes easily find who I'm looking for, dusting a bookshelf near the kitchen doors, her soft green ears twitching along cheerfully. The light sway of her tail is truly a sight to see as well, her whole countenance far too... sweet for hell. I'm still fucking shocked that a bitch so sweet would catch his attention, but hey, I guess I can't talk either.
Alastor is just in the kitchen, which should give me free reign to at least speak with her... Taking a deep breath, I step over to her, my eyes following the sway of the vines hanging from her antlers.
"Hey, Xzellera, how's it going~" She jolts a little, but swirls around, holding the duster close to her chest and offering me a soft smile.
"Oh, I didn't see you there, I'm doing well, Vox... How are you?" I can tell she is a bit on edge, but that's to be expected.
"I'm doing fine," a laugh spills from my throat, fucking nerves... "you know how it is when you run a successful company." A light glitch runs through my eye, but she doesn't even seem to catch it. My palms feel a bit sweaty... just like the first time I tried to pull this on Alastor.
"Um... yeah, I guess that would be pretty eventful..." she glances to the shelf, but I refuse to lose her attention this early on.
"So how is the hotel treating you? I hear you can, uh, customize your rooms, right?" Her eyes snap back to me, a burst of victory running through me. That's right, chicks love interior design! Right...?
"Oh, yes, I have already gotten my room all decorated nicely," she cups her soft looking cheek with a shimmering golden hand, "I got everything from these nice little catalogues and it all fits well... um, the hotel has been just so nice to me from the start... I really don't know what I would do anywhere else!" That line of questioning seemed to brighten her right up, my grin slipping wider. Bingo!
"You got your shit from a catalogue? That's pretty nice, but why didn't you go shopping in person, you can see everything so much better that way before dropping money on it."
She toys with a piece of her long green hair, the duster seemingly forgotten, "It's for my safety. I can't leave the hotel without Alastor, and at that time... there were other dangers outside. So, it was far safer for me to just pick what I wanted out of the magazines." Yeah, I already knew he was an overprotective fuck, but no wonder it took so long to even know she was here in hell.
"You can't leave the hotel without him? Sounds pretty restrictive," maybe this is the right avenue, "you sure that you like that?" Bending over a bit, I look her dead in the eye. She seems a bit startled, her green eyes searching over my screen. Damn she's cute...
"Um, yes, I would rather be restricted rather than harmed. I mean, just last night someone tried to spike my drink! If Alastor weren't there, I would have drank it..."
"That's terrible, but surely anyone could have stopped you, it didn't have to be Alastor." She pauses, brows furrowing a little.
"Well, I guess not, but he's my partner... so, it's not like I would have been there with anyone else." And another brick wall... but she's responding positively... so hey, maybe I can start turning up the heat a little? She's a pushover, so I might get somewhere...
"He is your partner isn't he? How is that going for you... little lovebirds."
"Um, it's going fine... why do you ask?"
"It's just I know how difficult that guy is to work with, I'm sure he's not easy to get along with, especially in such a... close... relationship." There is a pause as she searches my screen again, her brows furrowed. She's like a cute fucking woodland creature... shit, can't get distracted.
"He's not that difficult to get along with... um, he's very sweet to me."
"Alastor? Sweet? Honey, that's a fucking stretch," standing up, I place a hand on my puffed up chest, "I mean seriously, I doubt he's even half as sweet as he fucking should be to a chick like you. Personally, I would treat you right if you were my woman, in more ways than one~" There, I fucking went for it! I track her rapidly morphing expression, hoping to at least see some hint of interest. Instead, she just seems shocked followed by tension. Adjusting the duster in her hands, she starts to speak slowly.
"Oh, well... I think you are trying to... wow, I didn't expect to deal with this..." She takes a breath, my mind frozen in place at what is obviously going to be a firm rejection. Well, as firm as a woman like this can get... "I appreciate your... interest, Mr. Vox, but I am in a relationship and I am not interested in cheating. Not only that... um, but I am asexual, I don't really like innuendos or comments like your last one..." She trails off, but nods, as if that explained everything. Asexual? What the fuck? Does she expect me to believe that shit when I just saw her go into his room and get fucked the other day?
"Oh come on, asexual? I know you're fucking Alastor, so drop the act. I could fuck you better than he ever could since I have a little something called experience. I'm not some hundred year old virgin." The expression on her face shifts into... horror at my words, a bout of glitches crossing my face.
"Excuse me? That is entirely out of line!" the second her voice raises, only that split fucking second, I know that my chance is over. Sure enough, the kitchen door slams over, a wave of static rolling out of the room. Great, just fucking great.
"Now what seems to be the problem," Alastor's staticky fucking voice purrs as he steps over to Xzellera, his hands unhesitatingly landing on her shoulders, pressing her into his chest.