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009. - Voice

[Bourne's voice sounds higher-pitched and a little breathy.]

What the fuck--

Does anyone know if the Admiral passed the cosmic version of Driver's Ed?

God damn it...

[OOC: Hey kids, it's River Tam! (aka Summer Glau aka that Terminator.) So this is terrifying for everyone. Have fun!]

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You were very rude to me.

Oh, and you're not rude to me all the time? You don't see me complaining.

[Sarcasm.] Do you want me to bring you some flowers to say I'm sorry?

I have no need for---

[And then he realizes that he literally just gave himself away.]

[Written]

I have a guest over. She does not hold her tongue.

Uh-huh. A guest? What's her name?

Anna-liese. She arrived just this morning.

Fantastic. I'd love to meet her.

You may but she does not approve of you so not today.

Hey, what's there not to approve of?

Everything.

And you call me rude.

I am merely relaying the message.

[Bourne had swept his new, longer hair - dammit - under a baseball cap before heading over to Armand's room. He was curious, he had to admit. Armand had stopped using voice posts, and he'd been hoping to goad his inmate into slipping again. That had definitely been a girl's voice, and Bourne wasn't buying the 'Anna-liese the newbie' story; he didn't trust the vampire half so far as he could throw him. He'd never heard of a delayed flood reaction, though. Maybe the cosmic craziness just seeped in more gradually in some places.

He knocked on the door.]

[Armand jumped a little at the knock on the door, as he wasn't expecting anyone to come visit him. Carefully he padded over to the door and took a few moments to compare the smell to the heartbeat. Great. His warden had come to see him. The vampire reached down to lock the door.]

He is retired and doesn't want to see anyone.

[Armand doubted it would work but it would at least give him time to hurry back over to his bed and to stuff his pillows underneath the covers.]

[There was that same female voice. The elusive Anna-liese?] "I wanted to make sure he's all right," [Bourne said.] "I'm his warden." [Of course, if it was really Armand, then the vampire might already have guessed.

He heard the lock click shut and decided that if he was given any trouble, he'd see how well this new body could kick open a door by its hinges.]

[Armand quickly pushed his pillows underneath his blankets before moving back over to the wardrobe and plucking a tunic and a pair of trousers from the wardrobe to lay over the pillows.]

He is alright, you may leave now.

[The vampire laid the blankets back over the pillows and straightened his appearance before turning back toward the door.]

[Bourne frowned. So they were going to play it this way.]

"You'll forgive me if I don't trust that, I hope." [He tried to keep his voice light and pleasant enough, which worked better for him as a girl.] "Given that I haven't heard his voice since he abruptly transitioned to writing and warning me away instead of mocking me, I have to assume the worst." [And he was curious.]

[Armand moved back over toward the door and took a quick glance at the 'body' on the bed before unlocking the door and looking up at Jason. Gabriel had taken off several inches of the vampire's height as well as some of his strength.]

He was forced to retire with the sun.

[As the vampire looked through the crack in the door at Jason, he hoped this would make some sense.]

All vampires do.

[Bourne remembered that Armand had been touchy about the subject earlier, when he'd mentioned it about the port - but never before.] "He hasn't seemed to need that before, considering we don't get too much sunlight here."

[He smiled pleasantly - which definitely worked much better than trying to look big and serious like he usually did, in this body. He had the distinct impression that he'd look like a puffed-up kitten if he tried to seem overly tough until the flood was over. Change your strategy to fit the situation. He was a chameleon; he was good at that. Meanwhile, he wedged his foot into the opening between door and frame in case there was an abrupt change of heart, maintaining eye contact with the young woman who knew an awful lot about vampires.]

[Armand frowned at Bourne when he noticed the foot wedged in the doorway and shifted so he could none-too-subtly step on it.]

Then you must not know him very well.

[His expression was a shallow mixture of a glare and a slightly smug smirk. If he could force his warden out now, then he could perhaps escape without Jason having any knowledge of his transformation or who had done it to him.]

You should leave.

[It was as about as polite as the vampire could manage.]

[Judging by the foot stepping on his own, he was decidedly unwelcome here. Too bad for this person that it only made Bourne more determined to get in. That, and the smirky-glare, which was not a safe expression to wear around the asset since he associated it with some of the smug snakes he'd known throughout the life he could remember.]

"No." [He at least put on a show of thinking about it.]

[Armand's slight smirk decayed into a scowl, twisting his mouth at the corners.]

I said to leave.

[He attempted to increase the pressure on his warden's foot. He didn't want Jason anywhere near him right now.]

"And I said...no."

[The foot on his was pressing down harder, and Bourne did his best to ignore the pain. Tired of waiting for someone to be the voice of reason, which clearly neither of them were going to be, he attempted to bull his way through and into the room. With this body, who knew if he would succeed. He sure hoped he could.]

[Armand wasn't about to have that and attempted to push Bourne back through the door, as some of his vampiric strength had remained with Gabriel's affliction.]

Do not push your way in here like this is your property. It is not.

[The vampire was none-too-pleased with his warden and the situation at hand.]

"I need to see Armand," [Bourne said, and it was odd to hear his businesslike, almost brusque tone coming from this petite girl. Right now he could give a damn about hurt feelings. They were warden and inmate; they didn't have to be friends, although that would certainly make his life easier.

He stumbled backwards a little bit with the push, and he had to remind himself that he wasn't quite as strong as he usually was right now. He stood up straight, arms by his sides but not quite relaxed, ready to deal with any trouble.] "As his warden, I have the duty to check up on him if I suspect trouble or harm has come to him, and these circumstances fit the bill. He's stopped voice-posting, claiming someone new was visiting him - after switching to written replies - and you've claimed that he's feeling ill. This story reeks of a cover-up. Either you've hurt him..." [The warden paused. The look on the woman's face, that haughty scowl, was one he'd seen before.] "...or the flood waters caught up to you a little late, Armand."

[Armand's look only darkened further at Jason suggestion that the flood waters had turned him and, before he could help himself:]

The flood waters have not touched me.

[The alto tone was dark and bitter with anger. And as soon as he spoke, the vampire realized his folly. He tried urgently to push Jason more forcefully back through the doorway and to slam his door to be left in peace.]

009. - Voice

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Private - [Voice] - He's not buying it for a second, but late-onset flood?

Re: Private - [Written] - Gabriel did it. Armand was dicking around a little too much.

Private - [Voice] - Oh yeah, I know that, but he's like "Hmm...wtf?"

Re: Private - [Written] -Oh! Okay. Hahahaha. Oh Jason.

Private - [Voice]

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Private - [Voice] - Mind if he does come over, just to be nosy? Promise he won't laugh. Much.

Re: Private - [Written] - Jason totally can. Armand has clothes he stole from Louis that fit him ok.

Spam - We're coming to get you, Armand!

Re: Spam - LOL!

Spam - Can't go wrong with a well-timed Romero/Shaun of the Dead reference.

Re: Spam - IKR?

Spam - He's all like "Yeah...but no..."

Re: Spam - LOL!

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Spam - Sorry for lateness. :<

Re: Spam -It's all good. <3

Spam - hope this is okay.

Re: Spam - Totes fine.

Spam - Welcome back!

Re: Spam -Thanks! Sorry for the delay!

Spam - Jason wouldn't know a pun if it walked up and bit him. :|

Re: Spam -LOL.

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