hellbroadcast | Salutations!

"Haha. Very funny. Look, you got some kind of showmanship here and I admire it but let's all be real, it's hokum." He didn't listen, he didn't really care. He didn't see that as his future so it wouldn't be his future. Heartbreak? As if. He could get any girl he wanted. And emotional pain was part of life. Big whoop.

Getting up to his feet, Vincent smiled at Alastor, clearly not phased by his fortune. Wanting could never be a bad thing - without want, nothing could be gained.

"That rib cracking rascal is going to send my views sky high." He considered for a moment before cocking his head. "Is there a hot spot? Where the kills happen?" He wanted to get an interview with that sick freak if he could.

"A hot spot?" Alastor looked at him, still leaning against the table and raising his tilting his head a little, smiling. "I suppose you could say it's pretty warm around here."

He turned away from him to grab the pack of cards, shuffling it quickly and then laying three cards down. He flipped them over one by one, revealing the Fool, the King of Wands and then the Devil, in the positions he would have expected. He grinned at the old woman and then stepped away from the table, assuming that Vincent was going to come with him, no matter what.

"You know the kills don't happen where the bodies are found. Not with this one." Which was what made it fun, obviously. "But it does feel like a good place to get killed around here, don't you think?"

"It's also a good place to get syphilis." Vincent drawled as he looked around at the whores working their corner. "I'm not sure I want to spend my nights stalking around here. Besides, this guy is discreet, he's probably on the outskirts or by the bayou." Maybe Alastor knew better than him, he was more in tune with the city but this place was pretty active. Unsettlingly so.

"You ever want to do it, pal? Just catch a killer live or be right there in the thick of it, just for a scoop. Not many have ever done that sort of journalism before, it's all relayed information. It's boring." It would be far more fun to interview these assholes, exploit them for every penny they were worth.

"You are asking if I ever want to watch as someone gets disembodied? I don't know. The sound of ribs cracking might be something. I've witnessed murder up close before, my sheltered friend. It's not that special. Like a broadcast without a good personality, if you don't have someone with flair executing the deed, why bother tuning in?" Alastor kept on walking, leading them to better lit streets and ignoring anyone they passed by, even though some seemed to recognise him.

"What would you ask, then? If you interviewed a killer."

"I supposed I'd ask why. What's the benefit? Do you get off on it? Is it for the power or just the act? Do you feel justified? Cause I get it, means to an end and all. For all I know, they were dicks and he was just in a bad mood." How would he know? That was why he wanted a chance to talk to him first. Second hand information was something everyone had.

He wanted something first hand. "For this whole enterprise to work, we have to stand out and prove we're superior to other forms of entertainment - no offence, of course. We need to be unique. We need to push boundaries and do what others wouldn't."

Obviously, he couldn't broadcast a dead body but he could interview a killer, right?

"Most murders are either a matter of money or crimes of passion. I'm not sure what bores me more." Alastor yawned to showcase just how little interest those motives held for him. He stopped at a streetcorner, turning to face Vincent. "So maybe you are right, Vincent. Our current killer might be of more interest."

He shrugged, taking a step back. "Remember to catch my broadcast tomorrow. Lovely to meet you. I assume you won't be here for long, so remember to get some good food. You haven't lived until you've tasted a fresh beignet."

Salutations!

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