voicetesting

[itsfair]

If you're, ah... if you're expecting to be met with parading diatribes of woe is me and this is a terrible idea... well, you're horribly mistaken... mmhmm...

Although I've got to say... I've got to hand it to you, for getting this far. But now that we're here the lack of anything to do is prett-y disappointing. I would have thought anyone willing to take a gamble on little ol' me would have at least had an ace up their sleeve.

I mean, look at this place: it's practically crawling with poor, misguided lapdogs, all of whom are perfectly willing to lend life and limb to protect some miserable world order, and you haven't so much as even toyed with the idea of doing a single thing to jimmy things up a bit. At least I would probably have had a better idea of what I might have done with the car once I finally caught it.

[This is a long-suffering sigh.] ... but it's like I've always said, you can't rely on anyone else these days, you've got to do everything yourself.

Comments

[failsafegod]

Have you ever thought perhaps your mun does nothing with you yet because you are just a tad bit frightening? [Yet he just smiles as he speaks...]

[itsfair]

[Hand on chest.]

Who, me?

[Frightening? Ha.]

I love your voice for him. <3

[halfdemonmutt]

Most of'em are like that. They get all excited and then once they have what they want - nothing.

.///.

[itsfair]

[This puts a whole new meaning to dogs chasing cars.]

Yes, but...





... most of them don't have [headtilt] me.

[Heheheh.]

[audaciter]

You'll manage.

[itsfair]

[Well hello beautiful.]

Yeah, you could ah -- say it will be a lot easier to manage, now.

[chiroptophobic]

Some people never change.

[ He's a man of few words, but four may as well be a speech for the depth of hatred and meaning he inflects. ]

1/2

[itsfair]

H'oh! [Clap clap clap.] Well if it isn't the man of the hour!

[itsfair]

So. Tell me. [Tapping his chin.] How does it feel to be among Gotham's most wanted?

Which reminds me -- [He holds one gloved finger up in a "one sec" motion, before making a little flourish out of tipping an invisible hat, or maybe a salute.] -- I've really got to tip my hat to you. Up until that little -- [and this is a dismissive handwave] -- Harvey Dent incident, I was afraid the paparazzi would never get off my back.

[8 )]

[fearbringer]

Really? everyone is a lapdog bent on protecting their world orders?

I think you're oversimplifying.

[itsfair]

[He holds a gloved finger up, ticking it to and fro.] Ah, ah, ah! I never said everyone.

[But he'll offer a wink, anyway, and take to inspecting the powdery traces on the creases of his glove, as if inspecting the dirt and greasepaint under his nails.]

Really, if you're going to join in on the discussion you should really make sure you put on your listening ears.

[a_lot_happier]

You're absolutely right, you handsome devil. This place has got no style, no spark of artistic excitement. Somebody gotta shake things up and put the life back in to the party.... before taking it out for good. Heh.

[Say hi to the you of an alternative universe who doffs his hat with a flourish at you.]

I'm a tremendous fan of you're work.

[itsfair]

Well, if it isn't a man after my own heart. Hear, hear, once more -- with feeling!

[There's a sort of posture about his shoulders, something like a hungry dog guarding its last scrap of bone, while the other... him? (HAHAHA) speaks, and he tilts his head in a way that's almost like he's not understanding a thing. Except he is. He is very much so.

The question being brought to the table here is whether or not it's a wise idea to trust oneself, alternate universes or not. While, ultimately, he wouldn't put trust in anyone (except maybe the Batman, but that's a whole other deck of cards to shuffle) he decides, for a moment, that a little chit-chat wouldn't hurt.

It's how most business deals start off, isn't it? Heheheh.

So, at the tip of the top hat, his own eyebrow and lip twitch, and he works his tongue against the inside of his cheek, nodding at all the appropriate moments before strolling closer, hands buried deep in the pockets of his coat.]

The same could be said of you, naturally. [Custom suit. It's missing the traces of gunpowder and the hint of gasoline, however. Hm... how many knives can the other-him fit into one of those pockets?]

Though, ah, I should probably say that playing cosmetics field was probably taking too much of a gamble.

...but [This is a wink.] ... then we both know that it wouldn't have been as fun any other way.

[silvestris]

[So this is the Joker?]

The tabloids really dressed you up.

[itsfair]

[It starts with just a tick of the eyes; a flick of the gaze. And really, his first thought is, what is it with these people and their masks?

But. Oh.

Oh honey.

You see. Madness has a way of begetting madness. It's a little like pulling the little metal shavings to the ends of a magnet; how they gather and build until there's a sizable metal clump that, when given a nice shake, will disperse and scatter, leaving the shavings ready and waiting to be lifted up and shaken again -- a lot like that saying: Insanity is defined as repeating the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

It doesn't (wouldn't, shouldn't) take a genius -- really, all it takes is that flick of the eyes at the stitched leather covering her face -- to see that the Pussy (cat) has taken more than her fair share of dives from a tree branch she had no business climbing up into in the first place.

It's perfect, really.

So the Joker runs a gloved hand over his hair, mussing it further rather than slicking it back, and works his tongue from scar to scar across his bottom lip.]

Well hello, Beautiful. [Heheheh, if only the Batman were here. Would it give him flashbacks?] I certainly hope they got my good side.

[lasiurus]

[He doesn't yet know who the Joker is, beyond some thug with a calling card. So he doesn't really feel compelled to answer in Batsuit, although he will probably wish he had very soon.

For now, though, have some of his lazy, drawling, rich-boy knowledge:]

You know, a lot of punks play tough, but push come to shove, even the two-bit hookers need a corner to stand on at night. You say you're not defending a world order, but trust me...you don't want things to get any worse.

[itsfair]

[So many Batmans, so few hospitals, ferries, and assistant district attorneys to blow up.]

Mmhmm. [Standing next to someone looking so dapper, the Joker smooths the lapels of his coat, runs a hand through his hair, and straightens his sleeves.

(Don't get him wrong; it's not to look presentable, it's actually to be a little mocking.)

He gives a slight, confirming (mocking) nod as he briefly inspects the tips of his gloves in a way that's almost like he's inspecting his nails. These aren't dirty enough yet.]

Though it does make you wonder how many loaves of day-old bread you can take away before the peasants resort to eating each other. Mm?

[desmodus]

[He's met the Joker several times, of course, both in and out of costume. Today, flip a coin, he'll be...Batman.

Not that it matters because unlike some other Bruces, his personality really doesn't shift much.]

That's funny. I wouldn't bet on you getting a job done right. There's just something about your face.

[a_lot_happier]

Well... If it isn't my own personal Bat in the Belfry. You know, you still owe me for my balloons.

[itsfair]

Well you know what they say... [A low, guttural sort of chuckle.] ... all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

[HAHAHAHA!)]

You're talking about the scars? [He plays at the inside of his cheek with his tongue.] Wanna know how I got 'em?

[whatyoudo]

Not everyone will be impressed to see you.

[itsfair]

[Seriously. (Hahaha...) The only thing that can make this night even better is if he had access to a few dums of gas and maybe a stolen Greyhound bus.

But hey, he's already talking to alternate-universe him; the night is still young and the possibility is high.]

Well if it isn't Harvey Dent's little bunny..! It's a pleasure to see you drop by.

8 )]

[understatedhero]

This place is filled with crazies. I'm sure you'll fit right in.

[itsfair]

[The gesture he makes seems to silently ask, "And what does that say about you?"]

What can I say, we're all mad down here.

[Heheheh]

[lovemyrain]

[Looks at Mun... then at the creepy clown guy... then back at mun... then back at creepy clown guy. Her cheeks twinge bright red, burying her face in her hand.]

I- is that what Juvia looks like when she looks at Gray-sama? Juvia is so ashamed.

GRAY-SAMA JUVIA SWEARS HER LOVE IS ONLY OF THE PUREST KIND OF LOVE! NOT LIKE HER MUN'S LUSTY ANIMALISTIC KIND.

Oh wait. Juvia was supposed to tell you that you're a creepy brat. But from what she sees, you probably already knew that.