018 [Spam for Rex] Backdated to last night-ish

[whattasteisthis]

[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

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[stopthat_destro]

[Rex is slumped against the TARDIS console, sulking. He's too frustrated to work on his other ventilator-- not that it would do much good. It's nowhere near complete enough to be of any use right now. And he's had enough of shouting and kicking at the door in hopes that somebody would hear him. Logically, he knows that he has the spare in his room, but-- loathe as he is to admit it-- he's afraid to venture out and get it. He doesn't know what Joker's planning, and he doesn't want to get caught in it. And he's afraid that if he sets foot outside without his ventilator, somebody could take advantage of that vulnerability long enough to do some real damage. He's at least safe here, and the Doctor will return. He has to. Nevermind the explosion he heard.

When the door opens, he jumps to his feet, torn between relief and fear, and then... profound confusion when he sees that it's Armand.]

Armand?![And he has... the ventilator. Rex looks up at him, brow furrowed in confusion, then down at the device before he grabs it. He runs

[whattasteisthis]

[Armand watches all of this with something of an avid stare. He doesn't know what any of it means, of course, but the fact that Rex is breathing and well seems enough for the vampire. The thank you, though, takes him by surprise. It's been literally hundreds of years since he's been thanked for much of anything. He doesn't know how to answer properly anymore.]

No, I had to kill for him to retrieve it.

[The vampire, again, found no guilt in doing so, but found no pride in it either.]

Are... [you alright? Are you well? Are you breathing? Are you in need of blood? But none of those escape his lips, he simply straightens and puts space between himself and the scientist.]

[stopthat_destro]

[He looks at Armand carefully.] Who?

[Rex keeps his distance for now, feeling quite uncertain about this. Mostly, he's surprised that Armand even did Joker's bidding for him. Normally, he'd be thrilled, take advantage of the situation, but he's a little out of sorts right now, so there maaay be a little bit of Stockholm Syndrome affecting him.]

[whattasteisthis]

[Armand straightens his cuffs, in his typical desire to control things around him, and stays where he is. Nonetheless, he surrenders the names.]

Sam Tyler and Prefect.