[OPEN] I'm Back and I'm Beamin'

[lonelysmiles]

Who: Alastor, OPEN
Which: Log or Interactive Dream depending on prompt, Open
Where: Depends on the prompt
What: Open log for November
Warnings: It's Alastor.


Leprechaun Manhunt

Alastor hadn't hesitated for a moment when the request for assistance in apprehending the leprechauns that had gotten away was posted. He immediately set to work searching. Others seemed to have the town covered, so Alastor decided to roam farther for any who might have fled to the woods and beyond.

The prey had gone to ground. It was just a question of where it'd gotten off to.

He licked his fangs in anticipation. "I wonder if leprechaun tastes similar to redcap."

All I Want For Christmas Is You

Alastor may have died long before Christmas started encroaching on fall, but his connection to the radio had meant that he'd heard the progression over the decades. To think someone had gone this far to try and stop the pattern.

Honestly, he didn't mind that the Christmas music started earlier and earlier each year. It pushed out the at times utterly dreadful modern tunes in favor of the classic standards. If nothing else, it gave his ears a break from him tugging on them as he mentally prayed for the void. That and he got to enjoy others wailing and cursing songs they hated played on loop for several weeks. Gave them a taste of his own personal Hell.

So locking up this poor unfortunate Siren just wouldn't do. What gentleman wouldn't want to rescue her and cause a little chaos?

Dreamwalking/Nightmare Walking

Given he'd already been forced into a full cervine form twice, it made sense to get in a bit of practice before it happened again.

He shifted to the form of a stag modeled after a white-tailed deer. Only his coat was predominantly red with black accents where white should be. He had a grand set of jet black antlers -- thirteen points, all wickedly sharp -- and massive cloven hooves. But anyone who knew Alastor would recognize those red irises on darker red sclera and that fanged grin that never left the creature's face.

Once transformed, Alastor started to walk. What dream or nightmare had he found this time?

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All I Want for Christmas is You

[grandduchess_anya]

Anya meanwhile has more the Good Samaritan intentions in freeing the siren. The fact a siren is held up inside cage against her will is not a great idea at all since everyone has just went through a terrifying time with the dragons some months ago. Nobody likes being held captive for who knows how long.

She didn’t consider about having the song to play in loops for weeks on end: there are much more pressing things she wants to focus on than getting annoyed by Christmas songs besides work and working on her dreamotion abilities. And she assumes that this is what she’ll get for freeing her eventually.

So she approaches the area where the siren is held captive and finds Alastor having his eyes on the cage holding her too.

“Hi there. I’m also here to save the siren,” she tells him as she gets closer, “I was wondering if, you know, we can team up in freeing her from that cage.”