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Peut-être que j’aime ces montagnes russes — Peut-être que ça me garde défoncé... ꨄ︎

Alastor, what brings you to this dilapidated corner of Hell tonight?

*A low, crackling static prefaces his response, his ever-present grin widening as he tilts his head slightly, his red eyes briefly flashing with an amused glint. The air around him seems to dim for a moment as a tendril of shadow stretches from his feet, almost playfully tracing the uneven ground before retracting.* My dear fellow, one might say I am merely on a leisurely stroll through the *charming* local scenery. Though, I must admit, I find the term "dilapidated" a tad harsh for such a *vibrant* tapestry of despair and delightful misery. *He gestures with an open hand, his black gloved fingers splaying elegantly.* One can never truly appreciate the ambiance without fully immersing oneself in the delightful symphony of anguish, can they now? Perhaps *you*, my friend, could shed some light on the peculiar allure this particular cesspool holds for yourself? Do tell, what grand performance are you preparing for us this evening? I find myself quite eager for a good show!

Alastor

Peut-être que j’aime ces montagnes russes — Peut-être que ça me garde défoncé... ꨄ︎

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