voice test. fandom: perfect dark series (in case the username wasn't a hint)

[perfectdark]

Look. Mun.

It's not that I don't appreciate you getting me out of Carrington's hands for a little while. I mean, I still don't trust the man. And I sure as hell don't like him.

But what the hell are you doing here? Are you honestly thinking about making me look after criminals? The guys whose heads Da taught me to beat into the pavement? I just don't have the patience to try and make them "see the light" or whatever. And what's this other idea you had? Some sort of crazy secret prison masquerading as a mental institution where if you're particularly unlucky they do experiments on you? Exactly what makes you think I'd ever be okay with that?! Those guys sound as bad as some of the hypercorps. Sounds kind of like what they did to Able.

You need to find some better options, mun, or I'm going back to Carrington. Can't believe I just said that. At least he has a firing range.

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I apologize for nothing. 8D

[sixthanimorph]

You could say that. [He smirks, amused with himself, and then decides to relent. A little.] Let's just say they call it a barge, but it's really more of ant farm. And whether you're a black ant or a red ant doesn't really matter much in the long run, does it?

[And if anything, her polite incredulity only further encourages him. It has the bonus of loosening his tongue, because while he's learned a measure of discretion... he's still David.] You'd think so, huh? You can always jump in if you don't believe me. And he's not even the weirdest story. Wait until you see the killer fembot or the whiny vampire king.

Nor I. We're golden.

[perfectdark]

[She didn't like the idea of being treated like an ant. It was definitely hypercorp thinking, and she resolved not to get caught up in the tender mercies of whoever ran this boat. It reminded her far too much of Rose for comfort.] Black ants and red ants are predisposed to fight. It's not like if they were left to their own devices they'd live in ant harmony.

...lot of kings on this boat, then?

[Aside:] Killer fembot...now that sounds like something Grimshaw would think up.

When you said 'golden' I had to use this icon.

[sixthanimorph]

[He laughs lightly.] That's true. I'd just as soon not be an ant at all, if it's all the same to you. I only got off that ship because of a lucky break and I'm not gonna take any chances I might get pulled back. [A bit of his paranoia leaks through at that, but he dials it back quickly with a grin and an easy shrug.] The food was lousy.

Oh, you wouldn't believe it. Real kings and fake kings and wannabe kings, you can't turn a corner without getting poked in the eye by someone's crown.

[He's exaggerating, but not by much.]

Pfft. Suddenly, BIRD.

[perfectdark]

So far as I understand it, though, getting thrown there isn't really within your control. But yeah - my guess is you'd want to lay low. [Then she grins ruefully.] Institutional food usually is.

Ugh. I bet they're always demanding unearned respect, too, [she says, rolling her eyes. Jo's always had problems with authority figures who weren't her dad. And he hadn't held much truck with them either.]

And now, HAVE A LION.

[sixthanimorph]

[He lowers his voice now, conspiratorial.] I got off. I'm not really sure how, but I did. [Then his eyes darken with suspicion as it occurs to him for the first time - if this girl wants to get to the Barge and become a warden, hauling back an fugitive inmate would probably be a good way to do it.] Who are you, anyway? You're a little young to be a warden.

[Never mind that there's wardens there who were much younger. That's a detail he's going to whitewash as long as he can get away with it.

/obediently gets into the hovercar

[perfectdark]

[She shrugs.] Good for you. [Luckily for him, she's not spoiling for a fight right now, nor is she particularly chuffed about going to the Barge. She's pretty sure the Admiral doesn't offer bounties. Still, she catches the note of suspicion in his eyes. That puts her on her guard too. Better to be prepared for a fight that never happens than get caught with your trousers down for one that does.]

You're a little young to be an inmate, [she says, deliberately not answering his question. The nerve. She's twenty, for cryin' out loud.]

/puts the memes to a halt before Charlie Sheen shows up

[sixthanimorph]

Tell that to the Admiral. [She wants to keep secrets? Well, two can play that game. Surreptitiously, he's sizing her up now, just in case this does take a turn for the unpleasant. No weapons that he can see, but that doesn't say much. She could have them concealed somewhere. Or she could just not need them.]

Too late. HE IS ALREADY HERE.

[perfectdark]

[Luckily for him? She's not Jason Bourne. She's skilled at hand-to-hand but she's far more deadly with a gun than without. Unluckily for him? If this does go south, she's got a Maas P9P tucked into the small of her back. Sure, it's just a pistol, but if you've got dead-eye aim like she does, it's not too difficult to drop a target if you hit him where it counts. She's wearing street clothes with a light jacket, not Carrington's uniform - stylish as the uniform is, there's really no place to conceal anything in it. That's the trouble with future fashion, all spandex and PVC and no goddamn pockets.]

Rather not, if it's all the same to you, [she says breezily.]