Voicetesting | Simon Says...

[jailbirdprosecutor]

... I refuse.

There are matters of far greater precedence that require my attention. I will not have you squander my time with such petty games. Furthermore, it has already become abundantly clear that your own schedule will not allow for tomfoolery either.

It is best to leave chained dogs lie.

[Mun wonders if perhaps Simon means "tethered birds", which instantly causes his face to turn from default frustration to Menacing Death Glare^(tm). He reaches down by his side as if he's about to draw a sword.]

SILENCE! Cease your outrageous jabbering! If I hear another quip about birds out of you, I will strike you down with my blade!

[Aww, don't be like that, Simon. It may be hard to swallow, but mun has a whole flock of bird jokes ready to take flight and each one is a hoot.]

......Tch.

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[jailbirdprosecutor]

Hm. I take it you have much experience on the matter, then.

[sketchingideals]

[Expression and tone sheepish for this next part:] About eight and a half years, actually...

[jailbirdprosecutor]

[... What. Well, he sure hopes he won't be stuck in his mun's headspace for that long. Seven years in prison was already bad enough.]

... Ah. You have my deepest sympathies.

[sketchingideals]

Well, it's not always so bad! Being in my mun's headspace has allowed me so many good things, too. Because of that, the less-than-good things are things I can take.

[Wow, how disgustingly optimistic.]

[jailbirdprosecutor]

[Optimistic indeed. Or perhaps a bit naïve. It's looking on the bright side of things through darkness, in the end.]

Hm. The principle of life's grand scales. If that concept allows you to sleep easy at night, by all means, do not allow anyone or anything to strip it from you.

[sketchingideals]

...do you actually mean that?

[With that kind of wording, Jeb's not entirely sure.]

[jailbirdprosecutor]

Why should my disposition have any impact on your beliefs at all? You have a brain of your own- [He taps a quick finger against his forehead.] do you not? You should use it. Or are you the sort of person who cares far too much for what others think?

[sketchingideals]

I...

[Of course he is. That tends to happen with people with a severe lack of self-esteem and self-worth. But no one's ever put it exactly like Simon just did.]

[jailbirdprosecutor]

Hmph. I thought as much. Learn to stand on your own two legs, lest you become crippled in life.

[sketchingideals]

I don't really think it's that simple.

[You need to learn to care about yourself enough to do that, first.]

Besides! As long as I can help others, as long as I can help the world be as beautiful as possible, I'll be okay! [...except even he doubts that, after everything.]

[jailbirdprosecutor]

[For a second there, that kind of optimistic tripe reminded him of a certain detective. Bah, anyone who actually thinks like that is deluding themselves.]

People who waste too much of their time lifting others to great heights will find themselves at rock bottom in the end. Beaten, bloodied and unable to rise up for their own sake. Such is the fate of a stepping stone.

[sketchingideals]

[Jeb frowns deeply at that.]

...that's a really depressing way of thinking. Besides, if I get hurt doing what I think is right, then it's worth it. I don't mind taking a few falls over that.

[jailbirdprosecutor]

Oh? So you would claim that my reasoning is wrong?

[sketchingideals]

[He shakes his head.]

Not wrong, just not the kind of way personally I want to think.

1/2

[jailbirdprosecutor]

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2/2

[jailbirdprosecutor]

Then, there we have it. Irrefutable evidence that you can use your own brain rather than leech off the sentiments of others. There is hope for you yet.

[Did he start that whole argument just to manipulate Jeb into objecting to his mindset? Yes, he sure did. Power of suggestion is the best skill to have.]

[sketchingideals]

What...?

[H-Hey--!]

You shouldn't try to get a rise out of people!

[jailbirdprosecutor]

[Jeb's anger only serves to make Simon laugh. Ah, that was far too easy.]

Pray tell, why not? I got what I wanted, did I not?

[sketchingideals]

You shouldn't want to get a rise out of people. Or tease them, for that matter.

[He crosses his arms, clearly very miffed by this. If he were anyone else, it would almost pass as intimidating. However, he's Jeb Parmalee, so he doesn't.]

[jailbirdprosecutor]

[Even if it were anyone else, Simon still wouldn't be intimidated. Seven years of being surrounded by murderers toughens a guy up. He's had worse threats thrown his way for breathing too loudly.]

Now, now. Who was teasing?

[sketchingideals]

Well, it's just... that laughter made it sound like...

[Now he just feels silly.]

[jailbirdprosecutor]

[......... Okay, maybe he was teasing a little. But mostly he was amused that Jeb got offended by his little trick.]

Commendable as it is that you would take this so seriously, there is such a thing as easing up. I was attempting to prove a point, nothing more.

[sketchingideals]

I-I'm sorry! You're right. [He rubs the back of his head, embarrassed and feeling even more silly than before.] I really should ease up, shouldn't I?