whisperslow: (!Chick - Expraining.)
[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: (Foot in mouth moment.)
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: (I'm a dick. I know.)
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.
whisperslow: (You're shitting me.)
It seems there are few left who have been unaffected by as I stand as an immortal, this flood has not touched me in the slightest. I am not entirely surprised as I am much stronger than you mortal masses and even my warden. The Admiral knows well to not touch me.

[Private to his previous victims: Louis de Point du Lac, Alexander, Armand St. Just, Rex, and 11-12]

I thirst. And you would do well to satiate this.
whisperslow: (So what?)
It seems that I have come out completely unscathed by events of this past week. Your moans and apologies are useless and ineffective.

My room is open for all those who wish to speak to a superior being a compassionate soul. I will welcome you with open arms.

Privates: Armand St. Just, Cobra Commander, Louis )

[SONG! At Cobra Commander's request, Armand is singing "I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor. He's a good singer, but by no means perfect.]

At first I was afraid I was petrified. )


(ooc: This is Armand's effort to recruit people to his cool people club. So, he'll probably listen to you for a little but before getting bored. Also, when he's upset or insecure, he trolls. So, trolling. He was burned alive with Lestat and has already left the Infirmary.)
whisperslow: (Lemme tell you how stupid you are.)
And I was said to prattle. I've not seen anything but in the past few hours. Did you all suddenly find something to suddenly talk about? Not that your threats are anything but the usual. And, seeing as we are all talking about mostly nothing, here, I have poetry for you. Per request, of course. Not quite as fluid as yours Louis, but then again I don't have a brat by my side either.

[He's singing "Out There" from Hunchback of Notre Dame. C:]

Safe behind these windows and these parapets of stone )

And Lestat, I don't think I've told you today yet, but I love you. So deeply and fiercely like an untamed stallion and I long only to be by your beautiful side.

(ooc: Mirror!Armand is even more trouncy and campy than usual and saved Lestat, dying in the sun instead of him. D'aw. Also, he's most likely made the offer to sing anything for anyone as well as allowed other vampires to feed from him.)

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