voice testing

[inclementia]

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

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[inclementia]

No, unfortunately. They're handling some other business elsewhere. Tackling things from all sides currently.

[hermit_crab]

... What's going on? Please tell me there isn't another pending apocalypse.

[inclementia]

No, no. Just some bureaucratic nonsense.

[That hopefully doesn't devolve into another pending apocalypse.]

[hermit_crab]

[ As D&D plots normally tend to go... ]

Well. We have a hike ahead of us. If you don't mind telling a story?

[inclementia]

[Blinks at him over the top of the saddle.]

I beg your pardon?

[hermit_crab]

Of - er - what sort of bureaucratic nonsense is happening. I'm curious.

[ He purples a bit. ]

[inclementia]

Honestly, we're still trying to figure out the details. This is as much bureaucratic as it is recon.

[Also so Rho doesn't get spoiled.]

I can talk about other things though, if given a topic to start.

[hermit_crab]

[ FAIR AND REASONABLE bless u space. Tolovir will gladly shift gears anyway. ]

Ah - right. Then.

[ He squints at Percy's equipment, double taking. ]

... what in the Void is that device?

[inclementia]

Hm?

[He tracks where Tolovir's eyes are looking and looks a combination of proud and withdrawn.]

Oh, it's a pepperbox. Something I developed. It fires a ball of iron a great distance.

[hermit_crab]

[ Yeah, Tolovir's eyes are wide as he squints at it. ]

You designed that? And it works?

[inclementia]

It does, yes. I've built other similar weapons as well. They've come quite handy in a pinch.

[When the mechanism doesn't jam half the time.]

[hermit_crab]

That's ... impressive. I've never seen anything like it.

[inclementia]

Likely not. As far as I'm aware, I made the first of its kind.

[hermit_crab]

Are you some form of mechanic then?

[inclementia]

A tinkerer of sorts, yes. I prefer building and experimenting with things than I do these sorts of meetings I'm going to.

[hermit_crab]

A family profession?

[inclementia]

No, unfortunately. I was a bit the studious one of my family. No, it was more a hobby turned necessity.

[hermit_crab]

Because of the aforementioned adventurer group requiring your talents?

[inclementia]

Yes. Because they required my talents.

[His talent for r͕͠e̖̰̞̠͓̰͓ṿ͔e̸̮̱͚̞̥̪n̩͍g̶̯e̖̲ͅ]

[hermit_crab]

[ LOOK, that counts,

Anyway, he makes a dimly amused noise. ]

I was the same. So I suppose I understand that.

[inclementia]

And then they grow on you.

[He shrugs, shaking his head with a smile.]

Quite annoying, really.

[hermit_crab]

[ Gods. That actually gets a sharp laugh out of Tolovir. ]

Exceptionally. How dare they.

[inclementia]

[He walks along in silence for a few steps. Looking around, taking stock of where they are. Westruun should be coming up on the horizon soon.]

And yet we still wouldn't be where we are without them.

[hermit_crab]

[ Tolovir’s ears perk forward a bit as he spies the village coming up. ]

Mm, very literally. I was a hermit before they upended my life. You?

[inclementia]

I was... Figuring things out, as it were.

[Yeah, did he say 'village'? He definitely meant thriving city. Percy's standard of measurement is a bit skewed. The stone walls around the city come into view, with the taller conservatory and spires peeking over the top.]

Westruun. A good place to get some supplies, another horse for you, and a bed to sleep in tonight.