Brand spanking new muse, voicetesting so hard

[loveandlanguish]

I must say, dear lady, you've had some messed up character ideas in your day, but this might take the cake. Seriously, I'm considering calling your therapist right now on your behalf, because this is just not healthy.

What, you don't have a therapist? Ah, that'd be your problem there.



Not that I'm trying to change your mind for you or anything, because so far all the ideas you've had about where to send me are brilliant. Lots of people things to do. Mortals to muck about with. A wife to avoid. All my favourite pastimes, really.


All I'm saying is, I'm pretty weird. As far as character ideas go. Not complaining, just putting it out there. Admitting you have a problem is the first step blah blah everything and all that.

Now tell me more about these 'sex games'...



Sincerely,

O. Baron

Comments

[forgottenmotley]

[The Fool is wearing a horrible bottle green coat and matching hat both of which are covered in patches and ragged around the edges. He really can't speak more than Oberon can. Besides, he likes the man's hairstyle. Then again... he's seriously lacking in taste.]

They do. And the things they call style nowadays is utterly ridiculous. There's no flare! Or... [he searches for a word.]

[loveandlanguish]

[He likes your style, sir.]

Pizazz?

[forgottenmotley]

[It is an excellent style that very few people appreciate.]

Yes! Pizzazz! Perfect!

[loveandlanguish]

I do aim to help.

[forgottenmotley]

You do it quite well. Though I would have thought you'd say you aim to please.