whisperslow: (You're shitting me.)
[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: (You're a silly bitch.)
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.

019 [Voice]

Dec. 5th, 2010 12:23 pm
whisperslow: (Well shit son.)
(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.)
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?)
[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.]

Rex.

[But before saying anything else, he held out the ventilator.]

017 [Voice]

Nov. 8th, 2010 09:51 am
whisperslow: (Lemme tell you how stupid you are.)
[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.

[AND YEP THAT'S ALL HE HAS TO SAY TO THE GENERAL PUBLIC.]

[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)

016 [Text]

Oct. 21st, 2010 11:38 am
whisperslow: (Well shit son.)
[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: (Lemme tell you how stupid you are.)
[Armand begins slowly:]

Please find your place )

[And he gives a dark chuckle following it.]
whisperslow: (You're shitting me.)
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: (!Kid - Scheming maybe.)
Miss Verona! I paint for you all night two nights and I have a masterpiece for you.

-Andrei

[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.

-Андрей
whisperslow: (That sun shit sucks.)
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: (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: (The dark laws must be obeyed.)
(ooc: An assumed fight between the Master and Armand, with details here, occurred. And well, Armand is not pleased. And Ros, I'd assume Harry did something tricksy-like to get away from him.)

He bit me! The blonde one bit me and then used foul trickery to turn tail like a coward! Come out and face me, mortal; you will face revenge!

[And off he goes to get him some killing. If anyone would like to spam him getting stopped in the hallway because, lol, he was so subtle, I'm down.]
whisperslow: (Then I bit him. And he bled all over me.)
With everything happening so quickly, it makes one enjoy the isolated life ever more. This place is so very exciting.

And my dear warden, Jason, we have yet to speak.

[Vampire Filter]

I believe we should have another meeting. As to how to manage our situation. I can't be the only one who's hungry.

ADDED LATER: [Private to Tony]

I have heard your name as someone who would willingly allow a vampire to drink from you.

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