Rex was doing what he does best: sulking. With Banner gone, he lost his connection to the warden filter. Now, he'd have to go without, or well... find another communicator to bug. The problem was getting his hands on one long enough to get the job done without raising any suspicion. It would have to be somebody gullible. Hm. He'd begin drafting a list later. For now, he was standing on the deck, idly making conversation with the communicator as he began to draft a few preliminary notes for the "project" he was embarking on with Armand. He didn't notice the vampire's approach. Way to go, Rex.
His first clue was the voice, his second was the word Armand that floated through the minds. Wonderful! He flitted over, and stood next to him in a flash. Oh god, more of that metal stuff they kept calling technology. He assumed anything like that now was some kind of communicator, and this mans seemed to be connected to his face in the shape of some king of tube. So Nicki, logically, reached out and touched the mouthpiece, and leaned in “HELLO. I am NICKI” He spoke loudly and carefully at it, he still didn’t have any idea how a voice could be transported, but hey, somehow it did.
Rex's eyes widened in stunned disbelief as the stranger reached out to touch his ventilator. The scientist was about to jerk back, away from the man, but paused when he began speaking. Then winced. Why did he have to be so loud? Eyes narrowing, he slapped Nicki's hand away and took a step back.
"What are you-- you don't need to shout into it! You don't even need to talk at it," he murmured, touching a hand to the ventilator, as if to make sure it was still in place.
"You're... Armand's friend," he said, a wary edge in his voice. Sure, they got along fine over the journals, but this was different. He'd gotten along with Armand over the journal, too, and then wound up getting groped and bitten the first time they met face to face. He really wasn't looking forward to a repeat of that.
He stood straight up and cocked his head at the slap, not really comprehending what he did wrong “I am Armand’s friend. You’re Armand’s friend too…” he was going to ask where he was, how he was, all sorts of things. But no, that weird thing on the guys face was much more interesting. He poked the monocle looking thing with a giggle, and stepped back
“Can you hear me through your face metal? Why do you have face metal? Is your voice broken?” Nicki’s head tipped this way and that, but just as suddenly he looked up in shock
“Oh mon Dieu!” he put hands on Rex’s shoulder, it was all very quick and weird “Being dead has destroyed my manners!” he ghost kissed either side of his face “Im Nicolas de Lenfent, Its nice to meet you”
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"What are you-- you don't need to shout into it! You don't even need to talk at it," he murmured, touching a hand to the ventilator, as if to make sure it was still in place.
"You're... Armand's friend," he said, a wary edge in his voice. Sure, they got along fine over the journals, but this was different. He'd gotten along with Armand over the journal, too, and then wound up getting groped and bitten the first time they met face to face. He really wasn't looking forward to a repeat of that.
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“Can you hear me through your face metal? Why do you have face metal? Is your voice broken?” Nicki’s head tipped this way and that, but just as suddenly he looked up in shock
“Oh mon Dieu!” he put hands on Rex’s shoulder, it was all very quick and weird “Being dead has destroyed my manners!” he ghost kissed either side of his face “Im Nicolas de Lenfent, Its nice to meet you”
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