dear_mun | Voice Testing

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Ich liebe dich~ Is it real, or is it a joke? I'll leave it up to you to decide...

...or so that's what I'd normally say.

You're an awful curious type, pulling me out of your dock for this. I barely even smile, and you know this from the few months we've spent together, so I must ask... warum, kleiner Junge? Do you do things on a whim just as much as I do? Or are you trying to get some kind of reaction out of me...? Or is it perhaps both?

...well, whatever the end goal may be, Junge, I'd hope you'd at least make it worth a laugh or two.

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It's been long since I heard the tongue of my motherland. You have my most cheerful greeting. As for your "Junge", I'd hope they treat you well and have a prosperous future for you in mind. Not throwing you at the worst of your antagonists. [However it should be noted that Agron speak Elben Germanic, a very old accent of German.]

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[Well, this was something out of the blue. Eugen won't complain, though.]

Are people who speak our tongue really so endangered here? How troubling.

On the contrary, though, he seems eager to find them for me, if only because circumstances have put me side by side with them more often than not. Ein Segen oder ein Fluch -- I can hardly tell for sure.

I have yet to run across someone that do know Germanic. Besides yourself of course.

I could never see myself fighting side by side with my enemies. They're ruthless tyrants.

I wonder if that makes me special, in a way, that I'm the first you talk to who can speak it. [Eugen chortles at the thought -- though it lacks the girlish energy it should have. She can keep musing on the possibility some other time, though. There was another point that needed adddressing.]

That you call your enemies tyrants, though... care to elaborate on what makes them such?

Perhaps. But then I suspect not many speak Latin either.

My enemies kept me as a slave and forced me to fight for their benefit. I'm but one of many being oppressed by the aristocracy. They also murdered my brother.

[Oh hey. It's a future commander.]

I don't know about it being any of that, honestly. In my experience, this kind of thing ends up being a mixed bag. Sometimes their ideas are good, others...not so much. And sometimes it's very calculated, but again, not always.

The best I can say is that if you aren't accustomed to rolling with the punches, you should learn as quickly as you can.

Hmmmmm... a mixed bag, you say? Danke -- you've saved me half the trouble of figuring out whether this was one of his smarter ideas. [The other half was seeing them in practice -- that went without saying. There wasn't much joy to be had in just being talked at about how this was awful.

Now that she thinks of it, though... wasn't this the same boy that Enterprise girl was, quote, 'being thrown at'?

Oh, this will be interesting indeed.]

I'd not worry too much for me, though, if I were you. If anything, you should probably be more worried about yourself... [She takes a few steps toward Athrun, and circles him.

...while tracing a finger along his shoulderblades.

Eugen, what are you doing?] Such a fine looking junger Mann probably shouldn't be going around without some... company.

[...oh. That's what she's doing.]

[Athrun was about to ask a question, but Eugen's actions afterward sent that train of thought careening off the rails, causing a spectacular train wreck. At least within the depths of his mind.

For now, it's all he can do to keep his cool. His body tenses up, leaving his muscles rigid. Only his eyes move as he finds himself a target for this enigmatic (yet admittedly very hot) girl.]

I should be...hang on. What are you getting at here?

[It's not that Athrun has no idea; quite the opposite. He just wants to make sure his hunch is correct rather than go off on an assumption.]

[She doesn't even break her blank expression as she continues circling him, one finger curiously placed over her lips.]

Oh, junge, you sweet summer child. Shouldn't it be obvious?

It's~ a~ part~ner~.

[Pointedly, she doesn't even follow that up with anything. There was something about watching people draw their own conclusions to what she was saying to them, but for the life of her, she couldn't place her finger on what.]

[Well, now Athrun can't help but blush a bit. He has his own ideas, of course, and her vagueness isn't really helping where his train of thought goes.]

And are you volunteering yourself?

[There's a soft giggle -- lacking in energy it might be -- as she stops in front of him, leaning in close.]

Do you want me to be your partner that badly?

[Eugen's smile is nothing short of teasing, and her continued dancing around her intents probably doesn't help.]

[Well, when she gets in this close, Athrun can't help but blush all the more. What she says doesn't help very much, either.]

All...all I did was ask a question. Are you sure you're not, um, reading too much into it?

[He is by no means opposed to having a pretty girl hang out with him. However, she makes it sound like he was begging her.]

[Thankfully, he does get some valuable space back, but there's not much between that and Eugen going back to circling him again. It's almost like she's playacting a cop, really--albeit one with a terrible habit of messing with those she interrogates. Her voice still remains the only indicator of her mood, though. Her habit of pressing a finger to those lips as if to shush someone rears its head again, as she lets him stew on those thoughts a while longer before answering his question.]

Am I? I couldn't tell you for sure. I do try to tell things as I see them. [For a certain definition of 'as she sees them', anyway.] I see a junge looking ready to die of embarrassment, I can't help but presume there's more than an inkling of need in those eyes of yours.

[Of what, though...]

[Athrun is able to relax, albeit only slightly, now that she's not right up in his face. But just what is she implying with that last bit?]

A need of what kind, dare I ask?

[He's not aware of any needs he's feeling right now -- other than the need to stop feeling nervous.]

Maybe he's trying to provoke reactions out of others the same way you do. Maybe he's letting you out as a partner in crime.

And here I was talking about partners earlier. A komplizen wouldn't be half bad, now that I think of it...

Either way, I doubt this flat reaction was one he had in mind, but it certainly did something.

Maybe it wasn't, but that's just part of the game, isn't it? Things just don't always go the way you expect 'em to.

And it's either part of the fun, or unwelcome developments. Just depends on what you're rolling the dice on.

Of course, that implies that I was expecting much to begin with... I won't deny that there's some charm to unexpected events.

They're just not everyone's Tasse Tee.

[They were hers, though. Few of the fleet can really take that from her.]

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[ God, you and your shitty nation, she s2g. ]

Ha.

[ That's it. That's the only thing Akagi said as she sneers out at her from distance. ]

How cheeky. I was wondering why I felt the judging stare of a fox.

[If that didn't say 'she could do this all day', then Akagi's probably got more than some ruffled fur this time.

And they're supposed to be on the same side of the war, too.]

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