His sleep schedule typically swung wildly between "somewhat normal" to "highly unusual" to "nonexistent". Lately, it was firmly locked in the "nonexistent" category. Not that he would admit that to anyone, of course. Converting magical energy to physical energy to keep going? It was a trick he'd mastered long ago but it was one he always paid dearly for sooner or later.
However, this wasn't the usual wild swinging of his sleep schedule. No, after the first day of Angel being gone, he'd gotten antsy. He didn't care about Angel, not by a long shot. If he lied to himself and everybody else enough, maybe he'd finally believe it. Alastor craved control like others craved their favorite vices. There'd been so much out of his control in life that having it in any situation was addictive.
Angel was gone. Alastor didn't know where he was. Something was happening outside of his knowledge or control, and it was like spiders beneath his skin.
He set his shadow friends to watch for Angel, telling them to alert him the moment the spider returned to the hotel. He'd tried sending them out the first day but he'd ended up empty-handed. Too many places in Pentagram City with wards against any form of scrying. If his shadows tried to penetrate those places, the owners of those locations would immediately know who was probing at their wards.
Alastor sat in his room, staring blankly at the book in front of him. Normally a voracious reader, he'd been staring at the same page for over an hour.
His shadows swarmed about him, chattering mutely in his head.
"One at a time!" he lightly scolded his shadowy companions. "You know I can't understand you when you're all jabbering at once!"
They tried again, being careful to take their turns. Their news prompted Alastor's ears to shoot straight up.
"Thank you, my friends." He summoned a ball of magical energy which they eagerly took and divided amongst themselves. "I'll take things from here."
Alastor rose from his seat and headed towards Angel's room.
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His sleep schedule typically swung wildly between "somewhat normal" to "highly unusual" to "nonexistent". Lately, it was firmly locked in the "nonexistent" category. Not that he would admit that to anyone, of course. Converting magical energy to physical energy to keep going? It was a trick he'd mastered long ago but it was one he always paid dearly for sooner or later.
However, this wasn't the usual wild swinging of his sleep schedule. No, after the first day of Angel being gone, he'd gotten antsy. He didn't care about Angel, not by a long shot.
If he lied to himself and everybody else enough, maybe he'd finally believe it.Alastor craved control like others craved their favorite vices. There'd been so much out of his control in life that having it in any situation was addictive.Angel was gone. Alastor didn't know where he was. Something was happening outside of his knowledge or control, and it was like spiders beneath his skin.
He set his shadow friends to watch for Angel, telling them to alert him the moment the spider returned to the hotel. He'd tried sending them out the first day but he'd ended up empty-handed. Too many places in Pentagram City with wards against any form of scrying. If his shadows tried to penetrate those places, the owners of those locations would immediately know who was probing at their wards.
Alastor sat in his room, staring blankly at the book in front of him. Normally a voracious reader, he'd been staring at the same page for over an hour.
His shadows swarmed about him, chattering mutely in his head.
"One at a time!" he lightly scolded his shadowy companions. "You know I can't understand you when you're all jabbering at once!"
They tried again, being careful to take their turns. Their news prompted Alastor's ears to shoot straight up.
"Thank you, my friends." He summoned a ball of magical energy which they eagerly took and divided amongst themselves. "I'll take things from here."
Alastor rose from his seat and headed towards Angel's room.