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vulpeculaet2019-10-01 12:09 am
knightandday) wrote in vulpeculaet2019-10-01 12:09 am
voice test!
A: Mundane Stuff.
[A red-haired girl in an oversized hoodie is walking with her hands in her pockets, slouched over. She's trying very hard not to call attention to herself... Except, there's a sword on her back, she's trying to keep it hidden under the hoodie. It's... not terribly discreet, probably. But regardless, she's trying to keep a low profile and not get involved in any supernatural, magical bullshit.
What supernatural, magical bullshit are you going to drag her into?]
B: FIGHT SCENE
[Well, it was nice hiding while she could. She's surrounded in an open courtyard, men in armor on all sides. She herself is in her full armor, letting her red hair fly freely, as she has her sword in hand- A beautiful sword, silver and white, as though a fragment of moonlight was given form. And then, she shifts her grip, and the blade erupts into golden fire, like sunlight, scattering feather-like embers around it.
She lifts her sword high, proclaiming loudly:]
The Knight of Rebirth, Crystal of Whitehilt, has arrived. If any of you are brave enough to be burned, step forward!
[And then, immediately lowering her stance, taking a clumsy guard. She's... She's very, very clearly an amateur at this.]
Then again, I know you guys are cowards. Seriously, I've been at this for like a month and you've sent ten guys at once to take me? What happened to honor?
[... She, uh, may need help. She's running her mouth more than her sword because judging from her stance, she can probably do more damage with her mouth.]
[A red-haired girl in an oversized hoodie is walking with her hands in her pockets, slouched over. She's trying very hard not to call attention to herself... Except, there's a sword on her back, she's trying to keep it hidden under the hoodie. It's... not terribly discreet, probably. But regardless, she's trying to keep a low profile and not get involved in any supernatural, magical bullshit.
What supernatural, magical bullshit are you going to drag her into?]
B: FIGHT SCENE
[Well, it was nice hiding while she could. She's surrounded in an open courtyard, men in armor on all sides. She herself is in her full armor, letting her red hair fly freely, as she has her sword in hand- A beautiful sword, silver and white, as though a fragment of moonlight was given form. And then, she shifts her grip, and the blade erupts into golden fire, like sunlight, scattering feather-like embers around it.
She lifts her sword high, proclaiming loudly:]
The Knight of Rebirth, Crystal of Whitehilt, has arrived. If any of you are brave enough to be burned, step forward!
[And then, immediately lowering her stance, taking a clumsy guard. She's... She's very, very clearly an amateur at this.]
Then again, I know you guys are cowards. Seriously, I've been at this for like a month and you've sent ten guys at once to take me? What happened to honor?
[... She, uh, may need help. She's running her mouth more than her sword because judging from her stance, she can probably do more damage with her mouth.]
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To meet God.
And you've never heard of Ferrac, or anyone else- What rock could you possibly be living under, anywhere, to have not heard of the wielder of Durendal?
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Fucking try me.
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I woke up a few months ago with no memories beyond my name. Since then I've been hopping between different dimensions on a quest to find god because apparently NO ONE ELSE will tell me what the fuck is going on with my life or why I can't remember anything. People keep making cryptic-ass comments about the man I used to be or trying to kill me and honestly I'm starting to prefer the murder attempts because that I can at least get some catharsis out of!
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Listen, I was going to give you a lift on my bike, but do you, like... Do you need a drink, first? Or something?
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Let's go get drinks.
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.... at least, crys won't give him a ride on her motorcycle until they've both sobered up, though.]