stilllll kind of voicetesting

[dissanguare]

Alright, let me get this straight. You're having trouble coming to a decision. On the one hand, you have a wolf -- not a werewolf, not a hybrid. Just a wolf who everyone sees as a guy. Kind of a loner. Sparse with the dialogue. Fine. On the other hand, you've got a space marine.

Sorry, space mercenary. Yes, I can see how that's different. Totally.

Anyway, you've got this talking wolf guy and this futuristic mercenary pseudo-villain... So why am I here, again?

[Oh.]

You know, that's not how decisions work. You're supposed to eliminate options. Pick one. Not... come up with more.

Comments

[coy]

One of these things is not like the other.

[dissanguare]

...One of these of things is a wolf?

[coy]

Yep. And I really can't picture you doing well in space.

[dissanguare]

Well, I don't know. All that exploring the galaxy and laser guns....

[No, he's not even convincing himself with this one.]

Yeah, no, I think I'll keep my feet on the ground for the time being.

[crownless]

Maybe you're supposed to be the tiebreaker. These types hate making tough decisions.

[youhavefailedthiscity]

Doesn't that always seem to be the case? For this one, it came down to a werewolf or a vampire, yet here I am.

[coy]

Plus drinking in space would just suck.

[dissanguare]

I don't know. If I were deciding between talking wolf... gods -- have I mentioned I'm really not that clear on how that works? Yeah, but between them and heavy scifi bounty hunters, I'm pretty sure my tiebreaker would be a little more...

[How do you put this delicately.]

off the wall.

[dissanguare]

I'd offer my condolences, but I'm told there are a few people who actually might like getting their attention.

[dissanguare]

Oh, yeah. That's it. No space for me. I'm never going. Give up on booze? No, thank you.

[deathandgin]

Expanding horizons, maybe?

[youhavefailedthiscity]

Then they are welcome to it. But I would prefer it had gone to someone else.

[dissanguare]

[Well, that's sobering.]

Trying to discourage that, actually.

[deathandgin]

Hate to tell you it's probably too late.

[crownless]

Off the wall as in... a third option, or off the wall as in you're gonna make 'em fight for the spot.

'Cause I wanna see that, either way.

[believable]

Their decision-making processes leave a lot to be desired sometimes.

[dissanguare]

No chance of getting a last minute switch?

[dissanguare]

You never know. Journals two years old already. I dodged the bullet once, at least.

[dissanguare]

Off the wall as in... [Hang on, here, he's searching.] Your pal, the demon hunter, who gets impaled a lot. Or this nice young lady who uses her shadow to fight monsters. That sort of thing.

[dissanguare]

You're telling me. Still, I suppose it could be worse. One out of three isn't exactly a sure thing, is it?

[believable]

Not exactly, no. There's still hope. [ y'know elena. always big on hope. ]

[youhavefailedthiscity]

My methods of persuasion are rather ineffective here. But perhaps you will have better luck.

[dissanguare]

Still, hoping to be forgotten. Not something I ever thought I'd do.

[dissanguare]

Mostly I was hoping the space marine would growl at her for overlooking him, but I'm not so sure that's going to happen.

[youhavefailedthiscity]

It's never that easy.