voice test

[wroughtandtempered]

[ maybe while out shopping you ran into someone— literally ran into them, knocking one or the both of you over. a good look at them shows it's a girl, obviously homeless if her general hygiene and the layered and filthy clothes she's wearing are any indication.



or maybe you just found a ten foot long serpentine monstrosity rummaging around in your knocked-over garbage cans. (a girl's gotta eat, all right.)



or maybe something else entirely is going on. go nuts, AUS AND RANDOM BULLSHIT WELCOME

note: magic sensors can tell she's got an affinity/alignment with metal, and also feels basically like something/someone hideously deformed in a horrifying way. ]

((copied from original journal for this character for posterity!))

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[kunstlerisch]

[ ... standing slipper-footed in her pajamas with a torch in one hand and Dimwit at her side and just... staring. most little girls would probably react with a fair bit more concern here but all Krista does is just stare, her eyes huge.

Then she slowly takes a few steps closer. Because of course she does. The wolf trots along with her as she shines the light from her torch over the knocked over trashcans to try and get a better look at what's going on. ]

[wroughtandtempered]

[ the light plays over spiked scales and messy fur, all of it in warm greys and dull blues. both the color scheme and the pattern are familiar enough to Krista; it's distinctly lupine, even if the scales are entirely out of place. ...and the two extra sets of legs.

whatever the creature is, it freezes at the sound of footsteps and then abruptly withdraws its head from the bin, swinging it around to glare at the girl with slit-pupilled eyes. the body might be somewhat wolflike, but aside from the ears its head is not; the face is a viper's, and so are the enormous fangs it bares in her direction. ]

[kunstlerisch]

[ ... that gets her to freeze. wh. what the heck.

picking up on her nerves, Dimwit gives a low growl, deep in the throat, but stays by her side. Krista's quiet for a long moment and those fangs make her swallow hard enough to hurt. But she's seen a lot of things that started out looking scary and turned out to be perfectly fine. So she pipes up -- ]

... hello? Are you okay?

[wroughtandtempered]

[ it starts to make an angry, hissing snarl at Dimwit in response, only to snap its jaw shut and pull its head back when Krista speaks. the face is difficult to read, but Krista would be familiar enough with canine body language to recognize surprise and hesitance even on such a drastically different body. ]

...I'm fine.

[ it's a young woman's voice, raspy and a little low in that way voices get when they aren't used much. ]

[kunstlerisch]

[ ... oh. Well then. She doesn't really know what kind of voice she was expecting, if any, but that... wasn't it. On the other hand, a voice like that is a lot less scary than what she'd been thinking she'd hear so it encourages her to lean forward a bit. She won't approach -- that sort of feels like it might get her snapped at -- but she does try a smile. ]

How come you're out here in the... [ she trails off, thoughtfully. 'in the trash' sounds a bit rude, so she verbally backspaces before trying again. ] What're you looking for in there?

[ofobedience]

[it's not every day you run into a ten foot long serpentine monstrosity rummaging through a pair of knocked-over dustbins, not even in the locales that Giovanni tends to frequent, and so when he turns a corner into a dimly lit alleyway and finds said monstrosity searching for scraps, it pulls even a creature like himself up short. It's not one of Mother's, and as such he finds himself at something of a loss.

Still. The show must go on, as it were, and so his face cracks open on a hard-edged smile, hands loose at his side's but nonetheless poised to go for his guns should the need arise. There's something in him that attests to that, a sense of something coiled and waiting beneath the cool visage]

Well, then. Whatever do we have here.

[wroughtandtempered]

[ it freezes, fur and spiked scales all bristling, and then abruptly pulls its head out of the garbage to bare fangs at least the length of his hand ]

What does it fucking look like?

[ despite the creature's appearance, the voice is a young woman's, albeit rusty with disuse ]

[ofobedience]

[something in him bristles back, muscles jumping beneath the sharp lines of his suit-- the voice is a surprise, the all too human inflection, and whilst his eyes behind their mirrored lenses are on the gleaming hand-length fangs, his thoughts are on that voice. What it might mean.]

What does it look like? You tell me. Someone's attempt at a dog soldier having gone somewhat awry, maybe.

[wroughtandtempered]

[ barking a laugh— not a literal bark, despite her shape, but harsh-edged all the same ]

I don't know what the military here is like, but I doubt they'd take someone like me.

[goldenblossom]

[ goddamn FUCKING RACCOONS

there's a stream of fire shooting off in the general direction of the trash can. I mean really it's a warning shot. mostly ]

Fuck off, shitlords!

[wroughtandtempered]

[ the trash can abruptly flattens out into a rough shield as something makes an angry, rattling hissing noise ]

You fuck off, you're not even using any of this!

[goldenblossom]

Fucking shit, you're an actual person? What, do you just go fucking ransack everyone's fucking homes and go 'oh, it's fine, you not using it'!

[wroughtandtempered]

Do you keep so much shit in your home that you can't tell between it and your fucking trash heap?

[despairtic]

[ THIS GIRL had been walking out to the trash and -- ]




Ahhhhh!!!

[wroughtandtempered]

[ the whatever-it-is yanks its head out of the knocked-over trashcan with a startled, rattling hiss and promptly gapes its jaws open in her direction, revealing fangs at least as long as her hands.

...the effect is maybe a little ruined by the pinned back, fuzzy ears and the smudges from rummaging through the trash across its muzzle, but not by much. ]

[despairtic]

Snake -- ?! Monster!! Are you going to gobble me up?

[ her reaction has rather rapidly gone from shocked and disgusted to excited and blushing ... like in an instant. ]

[wroughtandtempered]

I don't fucking eat people. What the hell is wrong with you.

[ despite appearances, the voice is absolutely human: low and a little raspy, but in a way that speaks more of disuse than anything else. it's also unmistakably a young woman's. ]

reuses this post for random threads Because I Can

[wroughtandtempered]

[ isn't the trope usually that the handsome protagonist's extended loud family scares away the prospective love interest? congratulations on mostly turning that one on its head, Kit-and-assorted-Flockhearts.

unfortunately, it is only a "mostly"— she is still a pretty traumatized introvert. even if pretty much nothing short of the entire flock's ability to generate Constant Friendliness at her was going to wear her prickly paranoia down enough, she still hates too much attention and spooks at the drop of a feather. it isn't uncommon for her to get overwhelmed and proceed to vanish aside from any chores and the minimum of regular appearances to keep anyone from getting worried.

...it is very much less common for her to neglect that second part without any sort of warning. and yet... it's been over a day. where is she? ]

[electricflock]

[only because it's eve does kit not put out the word to the flock at-large as soon as she realizes she's absent— a whole swarm of searching gryphons would be a lot of attention and a lot of people for her to worry about troubling.

but HE'S checking, going to her room first and then to anywhere else she likes to idle]

[wroughtandtempered]

[ thank you Kit, you get her and how much even thinking about being a burden to all these nice people bullying her gives her hives

checking her room actually answers the question of her whereabouts immediately, in the form of a very cranky and half-asleep sounding— ]

Fffffgo away.

[ hiss, or just an averted curse? (the answer is yes.) ]

[electricflock]

[pecks on the door]

[abnormalizes]

[All of the Abnormalities that Lobotomy Corporation has are intelligent, to a certain extent, but not all that many of them speak human languages. Eve does, which makes her one of Evangeline's favorites just by default. She doesn't mind talking to things that can't answer in words, but it's nice to have a normal conversation sometimes.

Or, as normal a conversation as any Abnormality can have, anyway.]

How's it going today, Eve?

[wroughtandtempered]

[ the only response she gets at first is a grouchy noise betweetween a hiss and a sharp huff as Eve rearranges herself— she's entirely non-human looking, as usual, a coil of spiney scales and too many legs curled up in such a way that her head is at the bottom of the stack. her muzzle is barely visible under there. ]

Fucked.

[ "as usual" goes unsaid, but her tone of voice is not subtle. ]

[abnormalizes]

Yeah, I kind of figured. It seems pretty boring in here, honestly.

[wroughtandtempered]

No shit.

[ not to mention she's long enough from nose to tail she can't even stretch out if she wants. shit's fucked. ]