Voice Testing Canon is Outlast: Whistleblower

[gointothechapel]

You seem so troubled, mundane. What is there to be worried about? We've found my darling and she'll be returned to me. Perhaps you're thinking too much, just leave everything to me, after all what kind of gentleman would I be to leave such things to you?

Oh, yes, I almost forgot. I do enjoy the username you chose. It's such a delightful song. A playlist? Do let me help, it must be perfect for her.

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[thedefinitionof_insanity]

[What's that coming over the hill? It's Vaas, and he's going to give a shrill whistle in response to your face, before he gestures crudely to it]

You got a little something right there.

[gointothechapel]

[Eddie blinks. This one has a twisted smile. Smiles at everything, but perhaps doesn't really mean it inside. And if he does, Eddie's not so sure exactly what lingers inside this one. He's not worried, very sure he could take him if he needed to, he wasn't Chris Walker, he had a chance.]

Pardon?

[But he's distracted. Eddie touches his face where Vaas crudely pointed to. To anyone else there's mottled scar tissue, still angry, red and probably painful. To Eddie, it's just his skin. Blissfully unaware of the reality he's faced with.]

[thedefinitionof_insanity]

[Oh shit. Oh shit, that's just how his face is.]

Nothing.

[MOVING THE FUCK ON.]

That song's fucking annoying. But, if you're gonna marry this lady you're talking about, I guess it fits. Romantic, all that shit...So. Where is she?

[He's asking out of boredom more than anything else, but Eddie's also creepy af. This'll be fun]

[gointothechapel]

[Eddie's brows dip. Rude. Now he's just wondering if there is actually something on his face. Did one of the whores he has strung up drip on him? He grimaces, focusing back on Vaas.]

...She's around here somewhere. Minx is probably setting up a game of hide and seek again. She's good, but never goes too far. [He smiles.] She lets me win, I think. Likes being found.

[thedefinitionof_insanity]

[What.]

Uh huh..so, translated as..'I have no fucking clue'?

I'll tell you what hermano - you tell me her name, I'll keep an eye open for her

[So helpful. The most.]

[gointothechapel]

[Not quite as abrasive as you worded it Vaas, but no, he doesn't quite know. He has an idea.]

And what would you do if you were to find her? I do worry for her sake and I'd be a terrible fiancé if I were to put her in harm's way so carelessly.

[notalldead]

Holy cow, yer a mess.

[gointothechapel]

[So many people are commenting on his appearance. Is his bow-tie crooked? Did he not brush his hair properly? How rude of them all really, they should just politely tell him where the problem is so he could fix it.]

Perhaps you aren't in such good shape yourself.

[notalldead]

Yeah, but I'm dead; I got excuses. What's up with yer haircut?

[gointothechapel]

I was not aware that there was anything wrong with it. Do I need to fix it?

[Now he wishes he had a mirror on hand. Must have a few hairs out of place.]

[notalldead]

Yeah, by growin' it back. Just a scrap on the top? What's that look about? Yer ladyfriend a fan?

[gointothechapel]

[Rude, for a walking corpse.]

My darling is fond of it, thank you. I don't see how it's your place to comment.

[notalldead]

I don't like it, so I'm commentin'. Also, you remind me of some of the more buggy folk I got back home.

So.

Y'know.

[Shrug.]

[gointothechapel]

I do, so it appears we're at a stalemate.

Buggy folk? As in insects? Where exactly are you from?

[notalldead]

You sayin' that cuz I'm dead? Buggy as in prolly got some bats in the belfry. Few cows short of a herd. Ain't takin' a genius to spot a goat in a herd of sheep, like they say.

I'm hailin' from Seattle.

[Poor Eddie; Jesse just knows how to spot a headcase, coming from a zombie hellscape full of them out to carve your face.]

OHHHHH GEEEEEEZ!!!! here have another murderer

[parasitus]

[ the slim, dark woman nearby smiles broadly. She knows perfectly well what her mun also knows about this man and his doings.

She approves, to an extent. ]

My, my... a romantic. To find such a poetic soul amongst all the listless and bored these days is quite rare.

\o/

[gointothechapel]

[He watches her move, his cracked psyche trying to piece together some explanation for her appearance. Perhaps the best response it gives is nothing but unquestioning acceptance.]

It is a dying trait. Men aren't taught the same values these days. [Good reasons.]

And what of yourself? Are you amongst the listless and bored or do you seek something between such apathy?

[parasitus]

Oh, I've another fate ahead of me, friend. You see, I have a very important job to do, and it is a task that will never be complete. Not as long as there is life in this world.

[gointothechapel]

That sounds quite the burden. What sort of a task would someone like you have?
[Not to mention it sounds ominous.]

[parasitus]

It is my job-- no, my duty-- to relieve those who find themselves but aimless drifters, purposeless consumers, of their tragic existences.

[She kills those who serve no greater purpose for the universe-- anyone who's idle.]

[gointothechapel]

[He cocks his head somewhat, watching her, gauging her. She enjoys her duty, but who gave her such a duty?]

And how would you do such a thing?

[parasitus]

Skillfully, and with quite a few bullets fired.