whisperslow: (BAMF.)
2020-12-14 03:58 am
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Hey everyone this is your typical HMD post. But updated! If you have any concrit to give (about me playing Church or just for me as a mun), please do so here.

IP tracking is OFF, comment screening is ON. As well, only people added as friends can comment.

If you try to comment anonymously, you'll likely realize that it isn't the typical "anon-allowed." You can still be anonymous under a sockpuppet account I created explicitly for this purpose. I kept getting too many of those Russian spambots (3-4 a week). It's added as a friend by all of my active journals. Since IP addresses aren't logged, you can still be fully anon. The e-mail address for this account is not mine as well (AKA it's also a sock puppet e-mail). So you can be completely anonymous if you so desire.

whisperslow: (Emulating Lestat.)
2011-02-23 06:29 pm

024 [Voice]

[Private to Claire, backdated to yesterday, late in the evening]

I need your blood.

[Private to Rex, forward-dated to Friday]

I lost control.
whisperslow: (You're shitting me.)
2011-02-17 12:02 am

023 [Spam for Claire]

[Armand sat in his room, a book perched in his hands as he read. It felt good to be immortal again, to be whole, to be a vampire again. It was almost strange to feel so normal, but it was a welcome break from digging through his memories or worrying about being killed by every little thing. Still, he felt something of a distance growing between himself and Rex and he didn't know why exactly it was happening. He glanced over at his snake when it hissed at the corpse of the dead mouse the vampire had put in there earlier.

Needless to say, things were more on the mundane side, but Armand had felt something strange in the pit of his chest, and he had a very sudden urge to see his warden.]
whisperslow: (!Chick - Expraining.)
2011-01-20 04:09 pm

022 [Voice, then Video] I am addicted to polyvore. :c

[A very feminine, but lower alto (and quite irritated) voice first comes on:] Oh this is---

[Before it cuts off and Armand presses a different button so she's staring down at the device. Viewers can only really see her face and the top of her blouse for now. Behind her is a series of easels in the art studio her counterpart teaches at.]

Where is that idiot Gabriel.

[Because the last time Armand was a laaady, Gabriel made him so after Armand showed off just a little too much.]

[Private to Rex/Louis (and anyone who's seen him as a woman in the past)]

[Armand leans away from the camera a little, revealing her not-Armandly attire. She's very clearly pouting and not pleased one bit.]

I do not suppose either of you have escaped this dreadful fate.

(ooc: Spam is also available for anyone who would be in art class or know her. <3)
whisperslow: (Lemme tell you how stupid you are.)
2011-01-16 11:32 am

021 [Voice]

What an eventful week this has been. The joys of being immortal know no bounds.

[Private to Rex]

It is completely gone. My strength. I believe I am human. [Pause.] What are things mortals usually do?
whisperslow: (You're a silly bitch.)
2010-12-30 02:08 pm

020 [Voice] One of these days, he'll be affected.

Another example of truly mortal gestures. Falling victim to the Barge as usual.

[Private to Rex]

My warden is asleep.

[Private to Jason Bourne]

Claire is in the Infirmary, former warden.

[Private to Harper]

[A LONG PAUSE.] I am in need of a temporary warden.
whisperslow: (Well shit son.)
2010-12-05 12:23 pm

019 [Voice]

(ooc: Please note, that Armand is making ALL responses visible to Rex. Permission has been given by Ros to do this. He's doing something of his own experiment here. Not private to vamps because he knows people are showing up left and right. ALSO, I know I've been really slow with him even when off hiatus, so I'm bringing him back early so I can keep up.)

How long has it been since we have hunted, my fellow vampires? Truly hunted?

What do you enjoy most about the kill?

[Private to Rex]

You will be able to read all of this, and learn more of our kind.

[Private to Nicki, still viewable to Rex]

You are not to speak with Rex.
whisperslow: (This guilty stuff is new. I hate it.)
2010-11-15 02:06 pm

[Quick PRIVATE note to Rex, before Claire comes down.]

I must admit something to you. About my blood.

It is addictive to mortals. Far more addictive than any substance I have seen in my three-hundred-forty years. When I returned to this wretched place---

[There's several things scratched through here. Some are somewhat legible, most of them aren't. Legible words would include "need."]

My first offer to give it to you was not of any noble intention. And I knew that you would become mine again. My pet, my slave. I turned you, you were mine.

I have spent these last months confused h confused un "confused," as you mortals would put it. I turned you and that was my error. You came freely to me after my time as a child and you did not take advantage.

When I freed you from that room within a room, I gave you my blood with only the intention to save you. By now it is likely, though, impossible to prove this to you. Your warden

I do not expect to be believed.
whisperslow: (Hey coven where're you going?)
2010-11-13 11:25 am

018 [Spam for Rex] Backdated to last night-ish

[Armand doesn't like being blackmailed, but what he doesn't like more is having what he believes to be his property messed with. The whole matter with the Joker earlier that night left a bad taste in his mouth. More than a bad taste. And that's what surprised him the most of the whole matter. He certainly didn't care that two people had been killed but on the same token, he had no desire to go taunt them after their deaths like he usually would. There was no pride to be taken in their deaths.

Instead, he was busy putting his senses to as full as he could manage them, stalking through the hallways looking for Rex. The Joker had said that he was out of sight, out of mind, somewhere. The ventilator was clutched tight in his hands as he went, fervently trying to pick up the scientist's scent.

And then, there it was. The heartbeat, the smell, it was his child. The vampire cared little that the doors were unlocked and that there was a strange sort of room inside the room. He threw open the door, an actual expression of concern on his face as he did so.]


[But before saying anything else, he held out the ventilator.]
whisperslow: (Lemme tell you how stupid you are.)
2010-11-08 09:51 am

017 [Voice]

[The creep rears his head again! He sounds pretty calm, considering the past week or so.]

The apples all ripen at the same time. Then fall to the ground, dead.


[Private to Rex]

The library. Or your room. Now.

(ooc: Also, he's likely been stalking around the Barge looking for some natural prey. So if at some point someone's wiling to have their character get drained (but not quite killed), just lemme know. <3)
whisperslow: (Well shit son.)
2010-10-21 11:38 am

016 [Text]

[Guess who's just been lurking around the Barge, being a creep? Yeap, this guy right here. His handwriting is quite neat and well-arranged without unnecessary ornamentation.]

The Barge has been so full of strife for you mortals recently. Unnecessary strife, but none see it as it is. The advantage of an immortal over all of you. You shall all suffer and die time and time again.

[Private to Rex]

I have not seen you as of late. I demand a meeting.

[Private to Claire]

You seem to have been chosen as my warden. I have no intentions of doing anything for you, mortal.

(ooc: I will do my best to reply to all his tags. I know his activity's been really shoddy recently and I'm going to work on improving it.)
whisperslow: (Foot in mouth moment.)
2010-09-30 10:57 am

015 [Open Spam for whoever wants to be within 5 feet of this creep]

[Armand's busy in the library, pacing and otherwise, not at all looking like his usual creepy, arrogant self. Drinking from Neil had left him with a shaky hold on his memory and reality; he needed something to root him to this place, this dimension. More than anything, he didn't want to think about those memories that had been scraped up by the experience, he wanted to leave them be. But he couldn't shake the burning of anxiety in his stomach, such a foreign feeling to him.

Scaling the shelves, the vampire searched for something to distract himself with. After all, stalking and killing people weren't his only hobbies. Certainly the ones he enjoyed the most, but not the only ones. Great tales of kings and lords also fascinated him and his ego. As he pulled down a tome, he pulled back the cover to peruse the table of contents. When he found nothing interesting, he repeated this process in vain.]
whisperslow: (Lemme tell you how stupid you are.)
2010-09-11 11:40 am

014 [Voice]

[Armand begins slowly:]

Please find your place )

[And he gives a dark chuckle following it.]
whisperslow: (Keep that sad look on your face.)
2010-09-07 04:11 pm

013 [Voice] And the most perfect number for this.

Oh what a beautiful moment, a splendid and beautiful moment this is.

[There's a pause for dark, creepy way too pleased laughter.]

You all smell so full and so complacent, but be assured that this will all change. Strip yourselves of your confidence and dash; I can already feel your fear.

[And then, of course:] Oh Rex, I believe we have an unfinished conversation.

(ooc: Should someone want to spam him, he's in 19th-century clothing and generally saunters like his hips don't lie. He's hard to miss. :/)
whisperslow: (You're shitting me.)
2010-06-07 05:45 pm

END. [Voice]

I believe that Rex should be allowed to ---

[And then he's silent and Armand's room is mysteriously empty, completely so. Not even one of his skeevy vests remain after six months of his presence.]
whisperslow: (Foot in mouth moment.)
2010-05-02 03:21 am

012 [Voice] Post-kiddo flood.

My name is Armand, not Andrei.

[Private to Rex]

I need your company. Now. Or I will come seek you.

[Private to Louis]

You, especially, will only refer to me as Armand.
whisperslow: (!Kid - Scheming maybe.)
2010-05-01 12:55 pm

011 [Written/Bad French] He's Russian, alright?

Miss Verona! I paint for you all night two nights and I have a masterpiece for you.


[But, he writes the same message in Russian, just because he wants to.]

Верона! Я всё две вечеры красил вам и у меня шедевр вам.

whisperslow: (That sun shit sucks.)
2010-04-26 03:23 pm

010 [Private to the Admiral]

I am requesting a new warden.

(ooc: Ros, I'm assuming that Rex is gonna tell Armand in the spam. Derp, sorry for being so slow. Again, Alex, sorry.)
whisperslow: (The dark laws must be obeyed.)
2010-03-29 10:20 pm

009 [Voice/Spam]

[Oh guess who just woke up. That's right. Armand. Everyone's favorite dick. He's pissed.]


[The vampire sits up in his bed and immediately looks around for the inmate in question. The last thing he remembers is tearing into the Commander's neck and then something being emptied into his veins. He snatched his journal up from where it sat at his bedside and did his best to somewhat lopsidedly stand up, trying to focus his vision on finding his killer. He doesn't even remember being this mad when he was killed by Lestat or Louis.]

whisperslow: (I'm a dick. I know.)
2010-03-17 03:15 pm

008 [Voice, Totally amused]

Oh so now that the Admiral has taken away our supply of blood, we are but animals? We do not need your redemption for we are the superior beings and we have no need for mortal desires.

And we will prove ourselves when we feast on your blood while you scramble about like frightened things, for you only make it easier with your dissension. While I have no need for blood every day, as I am truly even more powerful than my fellow creatures of the night, there are those of us who do and you would do wise to satiate them before they become too hungry. For it is that hunger that leads us to the hunt.

[Private to Louis and Claudia]

Hungry? Not even a drop for you today?

[Private to his previous victims, same list as before]

I had no need for their bottled blood anyway, I prefer living blood. And if I am not fed, I will hunt.