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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[pinokosthewife]

[Aren't timelines and deceiving appearances fun~?]

Doctor believes that life is shacred. Pinoko thinksh sho too! It'sh a gift that not many appweciate, but no man has the wight to take it away from anyone elshe.

If you aren't shentenching people to death, that'sh okay! You musht be a good man.

[Of course, Black Jack has no qualms against torturing someone to death like pain and save him before he could die as punishment, but that's what happens when someone is driven by vengeance but follows a moral code that forbids him from killing. But, the less either of them know about that, the better~

Pinoko seems to turn more friendly after hearing he simply locks them away.]

I'm Pinoko, Dr. Black Jack's wife! It'sch niche to meet you, um, Mishter... Mishter Prosh-cutter? [Wait, what was your name again?]

[jailbirdprosecutor]

[Errrrr. Well, technically, the judge is the one doing the actual sentencing, so no. No, he does not sentence people to death. He only makes a solid case for the judge that leaves no doubt the defendant is guilty. If he's wrong, surely the defense will find a way to counter him and no harm is done.]

... Blackquill. The name is Simon Blackquill. It is a pleasure to meet you, small fry. [Oops, she earned herself a nickname. Well, at least it beats something like "tricksy tanuki" or "Your Baldness".]

[1/2]

[pinokosthewife]

Blackquill! Half the name's the shame too, imagine that? Where're you from? If Pinoko didn't know any better, she would've thought you were fami—

[Small.

FRY?!]

[2/2; such a capricious temper...]

[pinokosthewife]

The nerve!

Don't you know how to talk to a lady? You'll never marry like that, Mishter Blackquill! Pinoko's not shmall, she's petite and twenty years old, I'll have you know! Shmall's for little kids!

[I'm laughing so hard]

[jailbirdprosecutor]

[Twenty years old? Wow. She must be very petite, then. Simon looks surprised, just for a moment. Then he laughs.]

Ah, is that so? Then, I must offer my most sincere apologies, miss petite fry.

[It's what I'm here for.]

[pinokosthewife]

Heeeey, don't make me shound like a shwimp! Do you talk to everyone that way?

You better not call your future wife a jumbo shwimp, Mishter Blackquill!

[ <3 ]

[jailbirdprosecutor]

[He's... still laughing. Especially at the prospect of a future wife. If only she knew.]

Hah, you needn't worry your pretty little head about such matters! [Yes, he just said "little" again.] Suitable candidates for marriage are hard to come by in the clink.

[pinokosthewife]

Aaaahh! There you go again, you big lug— [She was about to start uselessly pummeling his legs with her fists, when she blinked in confusion.]

... 'clink'?

Like, the sound glashes make when you go "cheers!"... that clink?

Are you talking about shingles' parties, Mishter Blackquill?

[jailbirdprosecutor]

[..... Rare are the days when he gets to meet someone so clueless.]

The slammer. The brig. The joint. ... Prison.

[pinokosthewife]

[She runs on obliviousness and cheer!!]

Oh! But, why is a prosch-a-cuter in jail? Did you do shomething wrong?

[jailbirdprosecutor]

[He shoots her another wry grin.]

Yes. One might say I did something wrong.

[pinokosthewife]

No way! What did you do, Mishter?

[She's surprisingly not judgmental at all about this, more innocently curious and surprised than anything else.]

Was it an akshident? Traffic can be sho awful!

[jailbirdprosecutor]

[The lack of judgment and abundance of innocence is exactly why Simon won't tell her the truth. He doesn't want such oblivious and optimistic people to struggle with the notion that he's a killer. ...It's not really any of her business either way.]

That is a story best saved for another day. What matters is that justice was served.