009. - Voice

[brokenweapon]

[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!]

Comments

Re: Private - [Written, what a dick.]

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

As I said, I have no reason to speak to you.

Private - [Voice]

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

Did I touch a nerve?

Re: Private - [Written]

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

You were very rude to me.

Private - [Voice]

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

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?

Re: Private - [Voice]

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

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.

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

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

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

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

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

Anna-liese. She arrived just this morning.

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

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

Fantastic. I'd love to meet her.

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

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

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

Private - [Voice]

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

Hey, what's there not to approve of?

Re: Private - [Written]

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

Everything.

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

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

And you call me rude.

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

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

I am merely relaying the message.

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

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

[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.]

Re: Spam - LOL!

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

[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.]

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

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

[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.]

Re: Spam - IKR?

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

[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.]

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

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

[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.]

Re: Spam - LOL!

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

[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.

Spam

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

[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.]

Re: Spam

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

[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.]

Re: Spam

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

[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.]

Re: Spam

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

[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.]

Spam - Sorry for lateness. :<

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

"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.]

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

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

[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.]