IC: Well by angel I mean those winged aliens with magick swords, mostly- but it doesn't matter right now. What matters (and more interesting) is what happened to you, Rex. *takes out his notebook* Blessing in disquise, you said? Would you like to tell more about this? ~Please? *kitty eyes*
Rex lets out a sigh, but it’s for show mostly. He doesn’t really mind as much as he pretends to.
“Fine. Guess I owe you anyway. Do you want to hear the gore-y details too or should I skip ahead?”
"Firstly, it's Mr de Grammont to you. Secondly, if you are not an employee, then what are you doing here? Hmm... you don't look like one of those winged aliens doing their secret angel-ish things in the White Office. What is your goal, then? If you have any?"
— @therevisor is too curious for his own good.
The name was already recorded in his head as Grammar. Too long for him to really bother with. He'd done the same to Seven at first too.. forgetting it until Rex had said it aloud.
"I am a purifier of rot and pla-.." He stops, giving a sigh as he glances away. "I kill viruses. That's my goal. I.. I used to at least.. "
He trails off with a soft growl before facing the other again.
"It- It isn't your business whatever I do now though. Screw off- "
IC stares up at him with big eyes. "Good lord! I had no idea stuffed kitty ears could have such a pawerful purr-y effect. I should write this down. This feelines very important. Well- the meaning was to see you with kitty ears, ~that's all."
"You're lucky you're my furriend. I'd have nefur allowed you this otherwise."
Jon pauses. "Nefur. Nefur. Nefurr. What's going on with all these ridicuclaws words??"
He grabs Cornelius by the shoulders and shakes him lightly. "What's the claws of this, Inspecfurr? Did mew put a feline curse on me? Why? How? I thought we were furriends! Now no one is going to take me seriously anyroar!"
''Hello, Miss...? Are you one of the office employees, aren't you? I am a Revisor, I am doing a very important survey and I would like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind.''
“Cornelius?” Marlise regards the man with extreme concern, squinting, leaning back against the desk as her head cocks to one side.
“Cornelius, you know me. You don’t have to ask me that anymore.”
''Hello, Mister...? Are you one of the office employees, am I right? I am a Revisor, I am doing a very important survey and I would like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind.''
Jim looked at the man, feeling a strong sense of dejavu, a word I cannot be bothered to spell or look up how to spell, because fuck you spell check that is your job.
“W-well yes. We’ve met before.” Jim pointed out, feeling confused as well. Had it really been that long since they’d last saw each other?
"You said you don't but you didn't say you can't, sir~" Inspector Cornelius comments, raising an eyebrow at the other.
"Anyway. I suppose I should write this down as both smol' ✨Birdy Rexes✨ then. Also, you don't have to yell so much, I can hear you pretty well— hm, unless in your world screaming is a way to greet people I suppose. HELLO AGAIN, then! Inspector Cornelius is here. Probably you have never heard of me, but I heard of you and I talked to someone who (rumors say) knows you, which is Mr Rex. I am just doing my job and it is, to put it simply; inspecting employees' activities."
— @therevisor is too pleased with himself.
His wings bristle as he rubs at his face, his black hair thoroughly ruffled.
"No- no I told you I don't lay eggs-! I don't even have th- " He cuts himself off with another correction. "I- I'm not an employee either! I don't need inspecting you nosy little bastard! "
Hearing Rex referred to as a Mr definitely wasn't something that he liked either. That other man was nothing but a stupid piece of malware that'd grown a mouth and entertained him. Nothing as formal as a title should've been used.
"Hello. Rumors say you can lay eggs, Mr Fallen. Understandable. No details needed. Two very important questions stay unanswered though:
1. Are they golden or white? 2. Smol Rexes or smol Birdys?"
— @therevisor decided he can bother Raphael and get away with it
"Wh- NO-!"
"I ALREADY TOLD YOU PEOPLE I DON'T LAY EGGS-"
Before he can properly put a stop to the thought, the idea of a younger Rex with his wings gets to him. He's not the most creative, but it's enough to get him scrubbing at his hair trying to clear it from his brain like an etchasketch.
