There isn't much to be afraid of from this particular Vexen. Unless you're Cross Marian. Vexen thinks the man is his son, Sonny Jim. And is always trying to forcefully make him take his medicine.
Most everyone else just has to put up with him being a bit off his rocker at times.
He looks up, staring at Luxord blankly for a moment, his eyes looking large and bug-like through the lenses of his goggles. At first he doesn't seem to recognize him, but it sinks in after a few moments.
"Ah. Luxord. Hand me that glowing orange bottle over there. The one producing all that purple smoke. Use the tongs to pick it up, it's hot."
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Yeee~
Date: 2012-08-19 06:59 pm (UTC)Most everyone else just has to put up with him being a bit off his rocker at times.
He looks up, staring at Luxord blankly for a moment, his eyes looking large and bug-like through the lenses of his goggles. At first he doesn't seem to recognize him, but it sinks in after a few moments.
"Ah. Luxord. Hand me that glowing orange bottle over there. The one producing all that purple smoke. Use the tongs to pick it up, it's hot."