voice testing

[inclementia]

come one come all for voicetesting percy using comics, stream story, and some of the animated series

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[hermit_crab]

I can imagine, but dining establishments?

[inclementia]

We are an eccentric group of varied tastes.

[hermit_crab]

… In other words, you consistently got drunk and trashed the place.

[inclementia]

I claim it isn't entirely our faults that the barkeep refuses to stop serving us well past the cut off.

[hermit_crab]

[ Okay fine, that gets a light snort of a laugh. ]

I suppose if you have a reputation, then yes. Their fault.

[inclementia]

I think the barbarian is enough to warrant caution.

[hermit_crab]

Oh. An actual barbarian? The raging sort? Gods and void.

[inclementia]

Yes, he's a good friend. Big softy. But impossible to deal with when it comes to ale.

[hermit_crab]

… And then the big part of big softy becomes more of a problem, I imagine.

[inclementia]

I suppose that's one way to say 'he becomes a colossal asshole', yes.

[hermit_crab]

[ That —-

Okay good job Percy, you get a full laugh this time. ]

You said it, not me.

[inclementia]

Oh, he's well aware. We tell him to his face constantly.

[He tugs at the end of his jacket sleeve and looks around.]

If you're wanting to get a horse, you may need to step it up. I'll see you later.

[hermit_crab]

[ Oh right, DUSK. Tolovir might prefer the night hours, but the market won’t.

His laugh dies back down again as he regathers his things. ]

Later, then, at a tavern that won’t hate you on sight.

[ And he heads up to his room to drop stuff / head out for that horse. That ……… is going to be a TRIAL, but gods damn it he’s going to make it happen. ]

[inclementia]

Yes. Later.

[Percy meanwhile will head out to get supplies he needs. Ugghhh he hates these kinds of trips. But he'll wait outside the door of the inn around sundown, waiting.]

[hermit_crab]

[ In the meantime, Tolovir has indeed managed to find a horse. It is, frankly, more of a pony, but you know what? He'd been too terrified of the big ones to even try.

He looks a bit disheveled as he returns to the front of the inn. ]

-- Ah. Percy.

[inclementia]

[Well that's probably not good.

Also not his business. He does give a little wave.]

Tolovir.

[hermit_crab]

[ He seems perfectly unharmed and very tired of thinking about horses. ]

I am ready for dinner if you are.

[inclementia]

Yes, that would be... Good.

[If he sounds relieved, he is. Thank gods he isn't going to be asked to help with whatever got Tolovir ruffled. He motions for Tolovir to follow; not far, just a few buildings down to a tavern.]

It isn't much, but it'll doe for tonight.

[hermit_crab]

[ Tolovir follows, then, taking a moment to rub at the bridge of his nose under his glasses. ]

... That's fine. As long as it's food, I'm not picky.

[inclementia]

[He'll nod, opening the door. Thankfully there's enough diversity that a drow walking in doesn't cause any commotion. But it's still early so it's a bit sparse.]

Good. It's slim but hearty.

[hermit_crab]

[ A bit of tension goes out of Tolovir's shoulders at the lack of reaction here. He just wants food and maybe a little alcohol. ]

What's on the menu here?

[inclementia]

A lot of meats, some breads, ale. General basics.

[hermit_crab]

[ He nods at that, moving to find a table. ]

Standard surface fare, then.

[inclementia]

Yes. 'Surface' fare.

[Doesn't take long for someone to come by, and he puts in an order for something standard, looks to Tolovir.]

[hermit_crab]

[ Tolovir requests less meat, and there's a rather long consideration of whether he actually wants the ale or not. But in the end he orders basically the same thing. ]

It's fine. I've been living on the surface for the last eighty-five years, anyway. I shouldn't even call it "surface" anything any more.