Voice testing for luceti and maybe eswareinmal

[consultmybooks]

Right. So, we're doing this again, then, are we?

...at least you're excited. If we both don't want this, well, what's the point? I'll be gone in another month. And I refuse to put anyone else through that again.

Certainly some interesting plans in the works. No...sorry, I meant "horrific". Yes, I'm sure that's what I meant. Yes, that includes the party. Especially if one of them takes it into their heads to make it a surprise party. And depending on when Helios decides to admit what happened over Valentine's Day. To say nothing of all the people who I know fully well are hoping for a chance to shout at me or, um, smack me. Or hit me. In some cases, probably hard enough to knock me unconscious. And, with my luck, I'll probably be tossed at one or two individuals who wouldn't mind another chance at attempting to murder me, just for the flavor, and I don't just mean Drusilla.

Still. Um...it will be nice to see Willow, again. That's...something. Still as far ahead as ever, of course, but...well, you know how it is. I can at least make that work to my advantage, this time. And I most certainly intend to.

As for the other place...all right, fine, it's a shame about the train, but you do recall that having me in two places at once never works out, yes? I don't care how much the three of you are amused by it. We would not do well in a medieval setting. They stoned people like us to death, back then.

...but, we'd, we'd be able to remember one another? Helios, a-and Ginia, and I? Fine. I, um, I suppose my tastes towards weaponry, fighting style, and reading material might finally be relevant. I can only imagine how much that news might amuse Buffy.

And I hope the fact that I very strongly protest being made a ghost is assumed. In other words, I would hope you would know better than to, um, make me argue that point with you. I don't care if it sounds interesting. Things that, um, sound interesting to you rarely end well for either of us.

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[sorcerous]

'People like us'?

[consultmybooks]

...an exaggeration, perhaps. But, um, I was attempting to make a point. Sometimes I have to resort to exaggerations, with, with adolescents.

Magicians, former sorcerers, and women who...aren't quite mad but might be read as such. That sort of people.

[sorcerous]

To sorcerers, they are friendly enough.

As they should be; it is magic that will be their salvation.

[consultmybooks]

Will it? Well, that's both...very fascinating and, um, deeply disturbing to here. Helios will be quite pleased.

Sorry, probably a silly question to you, but...would you care to elaborate? How, exactly, will it be their salvation? Back in my world, um, magic is generally just the opposite.

[folklorist]

Ah. V-Valentine's Day... [ hdgsue you're not supposed to know about that. ]

Giles. We have to have a party for you it's imperative, really. A-And what's this about, about a medieval setting?

[ He sounds curious at least. But, yeah, he's not too sure given the implications of being burned at the stake or stoned to death. Kinda doesn't want that to happen bro. ]

[consultmybooks]

[Tough. It's the timeout zone, Helios, so Giles knows everything.]

...Valentine's Day, yes. [Just...a look, Helios. A very quiet, very stern, very restrained look.

Technically, he knows you're not to blame. And neither is Ginia. And, really, neither is Alice.

That doesn't help a whole lot.]

According to a local, um, more..."medieval style", I suppose. A world under the threat of thorns searching for a hero throughout the multiverse.

She wants to bring me in as a ghost, Helios.

((ooc: What? The personality of "ghost mentor" fits Giles pretty well to a T.))

[folklorist]

[ Oh. He doesn't really like that look. Helios is just sorta flinching slightly at that look. ] I. Ah. I-I can explain. I-I didn't mean for that t-to happen. It was an experiment.

[ Does it help that he beat himself up over it afterwards? ]

A ghost...that's a bit much isn't it? [ A frooown. It's also terribly horribly ironic and Helios isn't sure about that choice but, well, muns always have the craziest ideas. ]

((ooc; fff it really does fit him kinda scarily to a T. ))

[consultmybooks]

...I know it was. [He is trying so very hard to remember that it was. Just an experiment. Not their fault. They never would have done so in their right minds...

...would they? With him gone? Giles would be lying if he said he hadn't been worrying. Three months is a long time. They were good for one another.

But, yes, Helios, yes it does. It always does, because you're a kicked puppy.

Even so, it's possibly because he's a bit hurt that Giles adds the next bit:] A ghost, yes. Due to being dead, after all. Fitting, wouldn't you agree?

[brosif]

If the thorns come to consume us, it may well be preferable to be a ghost.

[consultmybooks]

Speaking as one who has quite enjoyed not being a ghost, we'll have to agree to disagree.

...so. Not, um, ordinary thorns, then?

[brosif]

It depends. Are thorns on Midgard at all predisposed to consuming flesh and bone?

[consultmybooks]

[...pause.

Thinking back and mentally looking up the word, Giles' expression goes temporarily blank.

Then he smiles. Oh, this is actually quite exciting.]

"Consume", no...well, apart from the way plants break down and consume any sort of dead thing. But I'm sure that, um, isn't what you're referring to. They can tear well enough, of course.

[shadedsunlight]

...I'm sorry?

[consultmybooks]

...don't be. It, um, i-it wasn't anyone's fault. It isn't as though you were, um, involved in any case.

[Said all in a rush. Giles really, honestly doesn't want to be angry, and he hates not having any control over his own emotions like this as much as, if not more, than the thought of what happened over Valentine's Day.

Being jealous is stupid, and should be something he's too old for.]

[shadedsunlight]

....But I was involved.

[A beat, a small shift in stance, more ready to run than fight back if it comes to it.]

...This is Alice.

[consultmybooks]

[And Giles gives a mental apology to Ginia.

Three months is a very long time.

How the hell can he still not tell the difference.

Giles takes a very deep breath, closes his eyes, and just...seems to shut down. It's with a great force of will that he makes all the fight leave him, and just focuses on standing here and not moving and not feeling anything as much as he can.]

And so you aren't Ginia.

...therefore, you don't owe me anything.

[daddies_girl]

Maybe you should wear a helmet, a hefty full-faced one. That way people can still hit you if they want and it won't hurt as much.

/SPIT TAKES. LITERALLY SPIT TAKES.

[consultmybooks]

[...hello, strange little girl.]

Well, um, I suppose I could. But...wouldn't one of those make it, um, a bit harder to move about in? After all... [He gives his glasses a slight tweak.] ...my eyesight is, um, bad enough as it is.

/kekeke

[daddies_girl]

[Hello, not so strange old man dude.]

Not if you get something like a hockey helmet. Or football. [A pause and a small grin.] Sorry, American football.

[sunheir]

I agree with Tara. We need to make you a helmet with another helmet on the inside. [ And they'll add some magic too for extra, strong, mental protection! ]

[consultmybooks]

So, um, Tara is her name?

[Glancing back at the other girl.

...of course it's her name. She looks like a Tara, honestly. It's a good name.]

And, um, how do you propose to fit one helmet inside of another? Aren't they, um, generally made to be worn one at a time?

[sunheir]

Yep! [ Hm. Maybe keeping it a surprise would have been better. Though Tara would have spilled the beans eventually anyway! She smiles. ] And I'm Tatiana!

Magic! [ Duh! Magic solves like everything. Okay well mostly everything. ] Dad probably has a spell for it. Or he could come up with one.

[lostinmyway]

Giles! You're coming back?

[This is the BEST DAY EVER.]

[consultmybooks]

Th-That's, um...that's the hope. The plan, actually, which is...even better than a hope.

[...cleaning his glasses now. But for a stint in an enchanted forest, they haven't seen one another in a while, and he's missed her especially. But, well, what does one say at a moment like this?

...oh. Yeah.]

Hello, Grune.

[lostinmyway]

[Giles sounds a little quiet right now. She's not sure why.]

Hello, Giles! I can't wait to see you! I've missed you so much, and so has Link and Ginia and everyone. We're going to--oh, we're going to have a nice surprise for you.