[The shadows in the room seem to twist and curl around the tall, red-clothed man. Darkness pools around him and his eyes change to radio dials, his grin glowing brightly. The sounds of static and panicked radio chatter (screams, cries, the familiar taps of SOS, Help us oh god please not--) pick up as the antlers on his head grow wider, longer, and more spindly -- like a pair of horribly distorted skeletal hands reaching upwards. When he speaks, his mouth no longer moves -- instead the light behind his static grin flickers in time with his words]
Look I can't have ALL threads of Alastor being nice
[The shadows in the room seem to twist and curl around the tall, red-clothed man. Darkness pools around him and his eyes change to radio dials, his grin glowing brightly. The sounds of static and panicked radio chatter (screams, cries, the familiar taps of SOS, Help us oh god please not--) pick up as the antlers on his head grow wider, longer, and more spindly -- like a pair of horribly distorted skeletal hands reaching upwards. When he speaks, his mouth no longer moves -- instead the light behind his static grin flickers in time with his words]
So I suggest you start talking.