#therevisor

[clickonmedotexe]

@therevisor

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?”

[clickonmedotexe]

"Oh nonsense, I didn't make this day special." Roxy insists, already pulling out a knife to stab it into the corkscrew. Despite being a 'lady' she has the same grace as Rex does - which is very little.

"It's all about you, isn't it? That's all the reason to celebrate." She winks at him, pouring the wine in the glasses before he could offer to do it and then handing him one.

Roxy holds out her glass for a toast.

"To you, Cornelius~"

"I heard it's someone's special day." Roxy stops by the Lounge, leaning against the doorway and flashing the Inspector a meaningful smile.

"I've got a bottle of wine and no one to drink it with, you wouldn't leave a lady hangin', would ya?

"Well," Inspectors says. "I would say it's yet another simple birthday, not much is special about it ...until you showed up~! And, fortunatelly, we have some spare clean glasses here, so let's unscrew this bottle."

[sovereignsecurityarchive]

"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- "

[neverendingparable]

@curiouscompanions replied

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!"

[narrator-in-training]

"Здравствуйте. Наш любезный господин Ревизор имеет очень важные вопросы к вам, но он разговаривает только по-английски и по-французски, поэтому в дело вступаю я (за очень дополнительную плату!), его скромная русская версия и имя мне Корнелий Градовский. Так, секундочку… а где же список…?" He fiddles with his folder and fishes out a small piece of orange paper. " ...Кхем. Итак, вот эти вопросы. Первый: нравится ли вам балалайка? Если нет, то …какую какой музыкальный инструмент вы предпочитаете больше всего? Второй: как думаете, почему тиканье часов похоже на звук сердцебиения? Третий: зачем—что это ещё за ебанутый вопрос? Уж извините, но такую хуйню я даже вслух зачитывать не буду, ну и бред, тьфу! ...А знаете что, два дурацких вопроса это более чем достаточно для начала. Хорошего дня." — @therevisor

“О, эм... Привет. Приятно познакомиться, мистер Градовский. Думаю, у меня есть свободное время. Пожалуйста, не задерживайте меня слишком долго. Колесо требует внимания.”

A soft wind swirls around the other. It’s uncomfortably cold.

“Балалайка в порядке, я полагаю. Я думаю, что моя сестра... Ой, подождите, я вообразил ее. В любом случае, я предпочитаю барабаны.”

“Тикает...? Ну, я полагаю, это немного похоже на сердцебиение. На самом деле у меня уже давно не было сердцебиения, поэтому я не помню, как они выглядят. Они похожи, потому что... Ну, они оба постоянны и не могут остановиться, пока не подчинятся высшей силе. У обоих мягкий звук. И... Извините, я думаю, это все, о чем я могу думать.”

“Эй, зачем ты вообще это делаешь? Если вы передаете это блогу сплетен, я уже связался с ними. Незачем.”

[curiouscompanions]

Made an about page for Inspector Cornelius, bcs why not — [ x ]

And since "revisor" and "inspector" have the same meanings, he took over the oldest title.

[psychotheracosm]

"... Oh. You weren't flirting back, were you?" — @therevisor

Euphemia smiles at him, happy to see the Inspector stop by once more. She's still grateful for him going out of his way to show her around the Office, and filling her in on the important details. It makes her job a whole lot easier when she has information prior to seeing clients.

"When I invited you to my room?" She asks as if she needs further clarification to his question.

Truth is, she did use his obvious interest in her to lure him into her room. Euphemia was not planning on forcefully therapizing anyone but if the Inspector happened to sit on her couch and happened to open up to her while they were sharing a coffee, she wouldn't say no to that either.

"You're welcome here any time, whether to talk or spend some time together, Cornelius. Besides, I wanted to thank you again for the lovely flowers you gave me."

[hellsmatriarchy]

@curiouscompanions said:

IC: ☝️

IC: Besides, it could be healthy couldn't it :)

“It is. Sex is usually healthy when it is safe for your body and consensual to all parts, including being fed on~

Speaking of which, when will you visit me again, Inspector? I have new ideas for chaining up prisoners and I need a willing test subject.”

[employee210]

''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.”

[desk-of-employee432]

''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?

[clickonmedotexe]

Inspector Cornelius looks in, curiously. "Rumors say you are a Mr Nicey Two Shoes for a while now, Rex. Is that true? What happened to you? Did an actual angel stab you with their magick sword?"

"Rumors are true." Rex turns to the Inspector, who he had threatened over something that seemed to silly now.

"Well...partially true? The fuck do you mean angel with a magic sword? More like a demon with a blade hidden inside a cane. Although given how things turned out, maybe getting tortured by Umbris was a blessing in disguise."

[clickonmedotexe]

Rex walks closer and closer, until he is certain he can’t step forward without the Inspector either running off or throwing something at him. He’s still grinning, casually eyeing the man he had sworn to hate. Now there’s something else in his gaze, bloodlust - or just lust. 

“I wanted to ~apologize for my bad behaviour.” He says, smile widening. “I was such an idiot, such a stupid little child, holding such a grudge against you when all you wanted to do was get your job done. Tsk. How could I ever earn your forgiveness, Cornelius?”

His eyes lock onto the Inspector’s. 

“Tell me. Please. What can I do,” Rex takes a step closer. “To earn your forgiveness.” Another step. “I’d love for us to start again.” One more step. “Maybe even try being friends.”

"Hey, Inspector." Rex stops Cornelius in the middle of his path, the usual hateful scowl gone and replaced by an amused grin. "You got a moment? Need to talk to ya about something."

The Inspector still remembers the incident with Mariella, so he is not as carefree as he usually is. Reluctantly, he stops in the middle of the hallway, facing Rex. His hand is tensed near his pocket, ready to take out his gun at any moment now. And yet he puts on one of his best smiles to shoot back at the other anyway. "Hello, Rex. It's been a while, isn't it? Well... okay, I suppose a couple of minutes won't hurt anyone." Hopefully, he thinks to himself. "What is that you need to talk about so suddenly?"

[sovereignsecurityarchive]

"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.

[neverendingparable]

[stratmaster2000]

It’s a family affair on June 19 at @the70sbistrobar @theitchyworms + @ibelongtothezoo + @therevisors. Bring your friends! • #itchywormsLIVE http://bit.ly/2Xo6hrJ

[curiouscompanions]

(a very first post here, from 24.01.2014)

most of the ol Cornelius' replies/notes were in bold, to give a hint; Shadowy Deim was always around, forcing him into a role of a local inspector, making sure his chip kept glitching out and wiping off his memories, to keep him away from character development as long as possible, which SD later completely failed at keeping going, probably on purpose as he secretly wasn't all that super evil

So much must be done. Very much.