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: (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.

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