Voice Test, Canon is Alan Wake. [Looking at sirenspull]

[righteousbrother]

I'm not going anywhere

Not anywhere. Especially no where with H.G. Wells. You can't do this to me, I'm FBI.

I'll fight you.

[The overweight man with the hip flask smelling of alcohol at 12:22 in the afternoon is not pleased in the slightest. He is especially drunk because today is the day his partner died.]

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[1000_faces]

I have a hard time believing that those three letters give as much power as you would like.

[righteousbrother]

They can get me in anywhere and do anything with the right crowd or group of people.

'xcept up here there's serial killers and dystopian...shit and animals and nobody appreciates honest police work anymore.

[It's all that writer's fault. somehow. Maybe.]

[1000_faces]

So even the all-powerful FBI agent is at a disadvantage. How interesting. You must feel so inadequate.

[righteousbrother]

Shut the fuck up. [His hand is out, jabbing him in the face] Location or no location this badge carries with it power and responsibility.

...careful, he might bite that hand off

[1000_faces]

Heh heh...

Hahahahaha! *the pain doesn't even faze him.* Look at you. You use that piece of plastic as a shield to hide your own insecurity! That isn't power. If someone wanted to kill you, they could do it easily.

He might deserve it. Might.

[righteousbrother]

[A step back, and then quickly there's a hand on his gun.]

It's made of metal actually. And it's not really that so much as this.

[Hand on his gun and he's not drawing it. Not yet.]

oh shit, Alan Wake is a game now? I need this.

[1000_faces]

Gun, huh. Flash it around, scare people, get what you want. Using a weapon instead of your brain. You really are pathetic.

[bestseller]

[… Oh goodie. Mr FBI. Not.]

Good luck with that. They don't listen to reason.

[righteousbrother]

Hey Wake. I'll control my writer and you control yours.

[he snorts.] ...How's it feel to know you're in someone else's hands Stephen King? someone else controls your destiny?

IT IS! It's my best friend's favorite. :D I like it too.

[righteousbrother]

[The gun is drawn.]

Keep talking.

*goes to hunt it down* Also this could be epic, you realize.

[1000_faces]

What about? Your partner? Your writer friend?

No, that would be too simple. Let's talk about you, Robert Nightengale. Still hitting the booze?

[bestseller]

You think it's about who controls who? I didn't want to go, but my mun knows I'll survive. A little sadistic though, but we've come to a mutual agreement.

It's not the first time someone tried to write my destiny. Who's to say I can't help them make the right choices in this game? At least my mun is willing to listen there.

Drunken FBI agents in Dear_Mun or Sirenspull? XD

[righteousbrother]

...How the fuck do you know my name?

[Safety's off.]

Get out of my head and stay out. First and last fucking warning.

[righteousbrother]

As opposed to other places where you've tried to rebuild your life and failed abysmally?

[He glares, angry.] Tell your mun to convince you to fucking explain what the hell was going on.

both, but this thread most of all. X3

[1000_faces]

But Robert, I can't do that. After all, I already am you. And your partner. I am everyone. And you are all me. All the darkness that you and every other human carry within their souls...that is what I am.

I'm officially excited for this. ALL OF THIS.

[righteousbrother]

[no. No. He doesn't lower the weapon but he looks sick and scared and angry-raw blind anger. his voice is filled with emotion when he speaks.]

You're. Not. Me.

[But isn't that what the darkness said earlier?]

..You're not. [the moment he moves forward he'll yell "get back!" at the top of his lungs.]

good thing this isn't P4's TV world.

[1000_faces]

Careful how you throw those words around. I might have to let your Shadow out to play to prove you wrong.

Oh god true. true.

[righteousbrother]

[He glares. All of that talk about shadows.] Shadows are made with light.

[He looks woozy for a moment, dizzy. Then.] What the hell do you want with me.

[bestseller]

I'm doing a lot better at fixing my life than some people I know. [Yeah, he went there.]

Gladly. My mun listens. You on the otherhand, I'd explain it to you too, but would you listen this time?

[righteousbrother]

Go fuck yourself wake. [he spits it out.] If I could trust you not to lie I'd listen. You're a born liar. All writers are.

[1000_faces]

What do I want?

I want you to dig deep. Take a look at your real face. Not the mask you present to the world, or the lie you tell yourself, but what lies at the very core of your being. I wonder if you even have the courage.

[righteousbrother]

...Hey I'm plenty courageous. I've won awards for courageous behavior. You don't know who you're dealing with..

[He can't look inward. He just can't. So instead he'll continue to point and look...terrified of shooting the other man.]

[1000_faces]

If you have that much courage, then why aren't you shooting me?

[righteousbrother]

...Waiting for you to put a toe out of line. There's no reason to kill you, you're not a threat. I'm just making sure you understand that you need to keep not being a threat.

[all the bravado.]

[1000_faces]

...Really.

*he takes one step forward.*