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wroughtandtempered) wrote2016-11-01 07:15 pm
wroughtandtempered) wrote2016-11-01 07:15 pm
voice test
[ 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!))
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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[pops up over the edge of the tub in human shape and taps her nose with a finger, surprise!!
(did he think about kissing her nose instead of booping the snoot? yes. is he that bold? NO NO NO)]
Peep!
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...aside for the part where she'd prepared herself for some form of surprise attack and still half-startles into the beginnings of a threat-gape. trying to cover that up by mock-snapping at his finger, flustered ]
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aka ducking back down to the floor again and laugh-chirping]
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[ letting the last consonant of his name lisp into the laziest pouty hiss as she drops her head back to the edge of the tub ]
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[chirps the nuthatch call that's his name in catbirdsong. yes i'm kit! kit is here!
SHAMELESS]
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look she can half-assedly and halfheartedly complain in AS MANY LANGUAGES AS SHE NEEDS TO. ]
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[peeks back over the side of the tub and chirps at her, mimicking her whine once before breaking into a long string of twittering, repeating bits of the whine but especially the swoop]
Will go get you more water now?
[it's a bathroom, that's a tub, but of course he's not going to settle for less than something NICE from the kitchens]
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Mm. Okay. ...Maybe juice?
[ normally she would probably not be that fussy, but normally she wouldn't have already shed way too much fur (and probably at least a few patches of skin) into the water. ...also her stomach is starting to rally. ughhh. ]
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[one day she'll learn that catbirds love to take COOL NEW NOISES and tear them up to stick pieces into their repertoire]
Want sweet juice or tangy juice?
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Tangy. ...If there's soup, maybe...
[ tongueflick, tongueflick... wrinkles her nose ]
Sorry. Stomach finally woke up.
[ and it is informing her she is a fucking idiot. ]
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Shedding is a lot of work! Should eat as much as you want now then eat a lot after, too.
[prrt's and hops to his feet]
Will go get something, will be back soon.
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after. oh fuck. oh shit. well that conversation is going to make her want to die, which is why she is going to have it after her blood sugar and electrolytes aren't in the fucking basement. ]
Maybe when I'm not dehydrated from not drinking for a day like a dumbass... thanks. Really.
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Is okay! Nobody likes molting or shedding.
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At least I didn't get dad's... fuck. [ what's the word. ] Eye caps.
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[twitters, considering how cranky she already was... plus if she couldn't SEE]
Would have to sleep with your eyes open.
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Would need to turn off every light. And wear blindfold.
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Blindfold'd give me panic attacks, but so would seeing things move, fuck, like I'm not jumpy enough already—
[ it's! a good thing """Willing""" Blood already got blown the fuck up or else she would have to go back and raze it to the ground herself fuck fuck fuck—
dunking herself before she can get worked up more than that, only coming up after making herself hold the breath and count to ten. there went the emergency reserve of self-restraint, cool ]
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[leaning over the tub, hands on the rim and clucking fretfully when she comes back up]
Are you okay?? I didn't mean to say something scary.
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[ blearily considering that that is not the most reassuring thing she could say, and sticking her chin back on the tub's rim near his hands ]
I mean, it sucks, but what the fuck else is new, that's not your fault.
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[crouches down so he can preen her face with quick, delicate pinches of his fingers, careful to avoid any scaly areas. he knows taking shed off too early can be damaging]
Is not my fault, but still we want Eve to feel safe.
[it's rare that he actually uses the majestic plural in plain spoken words instead of his usual dropping his pronoun into bird noises, it's catbird manners not to state your rank that bluntly, let listeners pretend it's not there since they didn't hear it. BUT Y'KNOW WHAT. IF KIT WANTS EVE SAFE, THEN THAT'S THE WILL OF THE FLOCK.]
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on the other hand, with how uncomfortable she gets with even the idea of too much attention focused on her, perhaps that's for the best. she huffs a sigh out through her nose only to trail off into a faint croon, eyes shutting. ]
...that's not usually a problem. Here.
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[keeps preening her]
Will help, if ever a problem.