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...]

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]

[Hand on chest.]

Who, me?

[Frightening? Ha.]

.///.

[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. ]

[failsafegod]

Yes, you.

Re: .///.

[halfdemonmutt]

[This guy is definately a few grains short of a rice ball but Inuyasha is used to weird things and individuals. The entrance to his father's grave was within a black pearl in his eye - the dog demon knows about weird.]

I get the feeling most of them are fine and dandy with that arrangement. You got a name?

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.

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[itsfair]

No, no. You know what's frightening...

[His tongue plays along the inside of his cheek with a faint smacking sound.]

I know a guy who knows a guy... who knows a guy -- [He holds a hand up, making a circle with his thumb and forefinger, and spreading the last three fingers wide apart before bringing them back together again like a delapidated symbol for live long and prosper.] -- who accidentally got his last three fingers grafted together. Now, you want to talk about frightening... he looks almost like a meaty... penguin.

[Ba-dum-tsh.]

[itsfair]

[Now, that's not very fair. If you were to ask him, he would say that's a bit of an overstatement. He'd also say that there was nothing wrong with missing a grain or two -- it's what made things not boring.

The kohl around his left eye shifts; he's raising an eyebrow.]

Now -- [Ahem] -- why would I want to go and tell you a little thing like that?

[failsafegod]

That's not so frightening.

[Sorry, Joker, takes more than that to bother this guy.]

[chiroptophobic]

[ As animated as Joker is, Bruce is passive, still, hardly seems to breathe. If he breathes, the slow exhale might give away his tension. It's taking everything in his power not to close the distance and crack the man's - man is generous, maniac would be closer - skull. ]

Save it. [ Control. Control. Eyes narrowing minutely. ] You don't get to talk about Harvey Dent. You don't even get to say his name.

[fearbringer]

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

I think you're oversimplifying.

[itsfair]

[Control control control. It's always about control. You know, darling, if you aren't careful, trying to reign in all that control is going to net you an aneurysm. Or maybe a neighboring padded cell in Arkham.]

Oh... [Tut tut tut. For a moment, his expression falls serious and he works his tongue against the inside of his cheek.] Too soon?

[-- and he lets out an abrupt, snorting sort of cackle and slaps his thigh, making the chain (something's got to keep your potato peeler or deck of playing cards from falling out of one's pocket) rattle lightly.]

[chiroptophobic]

[ Oh, it's likely. But really locking oneself alone in a replica of the burnt down family home for the better part of a decade is something like being confined to a padded cell. Bruce has been spared that particular outcome. He has an adopted family now--or rather they seem to have adopted him. But that would be well outside the realms of anything he cares to discuss with a proven monster like this one. It's a weakness he can't afford; too much to lose.

The chain rattle would put him on edge if he wasn't already toeing that line. Anyone who wasn't on edge around the Joker, now they were the ones in need of a padded cell... ]

Too soon. [ Different meaning. It's too soon. There's no plan, and there's always a plan. No direction. Nothing to do. Too soon. ] What happens when you can't find a car to chase?

[halfdemonmutt]

[He shrugs.]

I dunno. Just seems like something humans are obsessed with. Everyone here I have talked to so far has either wanted to know my name or told me their name without me asking first.

[It's a thing he doesn't really understand about humans - another thing that is. Even though he is half-human he still tends to not give two shits about the human world unless a situation is tossed in his lap and he has to do something or else Kagome won't let him hear the end of it.

[itsfair]

[A pity -- if that were really the goal here, which it's not. There's a place and time for those things -- even according to the Joker's own rhetoric -- and this isn't really one of them.]

Yeah -- [He holds up a finger.] -- you should see what I'm capable of with a pencil. [But that's been done before, hasn't it? Wouldn't do to start repeating old tricks.

Anyway.]

No, it isn't a matter of being frightened. My writer's been at the business for quite a while, been around a couple of blocks.

[failsafegod]

[Whatever the Joker could think to do, at any point, would be about useless unless chaos was powered down anyway. But he smiles.]

Then perhaps you are just difficult to handle.

[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.

[itsfair]

[Come on. Hasn't the "not a monster, just ahead of the curve" topic been covered already?



-- but, oh. Oh.

Now we're cooking with gas.]

Me? [One side of his mouth curls into a smirk, wrinkling half the greasepaint on his face; it's blatantly some sort of weird homage to the late district attorney.] You know what I do? I do what any other good dog would do.

[His tongue works across his bottom lip.]

I find something else to chase.

[itsfair]

Well, rest assured, the only people I tell my name to are the ones who work for me.

[Because nine times out of ten, they end up dead.]

[itsfair]

[He holds a finger up, ticking it to and fro.]

No, no, no.

[He makes a cocking gesture in chaos' direction like a gun going off (finger outstretched, thumb pointed upward).]

Really, out of all of us stuffed in this place like a... like a Thankgiving turkey, she should be find me the least difficult to handle.

I come with the least amount of rules.