Voice test. Canon is Jet Set Radio.

[tagjamming]

Hey, mun.

So, the grapevine tells me that you're looking to drop me somewhere. I'm not complaining; there are too many people in your head who get pissy at the sight of something other than white paint on the walls. Just -- there better be some supplies there, yo. And something to grind on.



...You think they're a pain in the neck when they're angry? [He laughs.] You ain't seen nothing yet.

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[leiatails]

[ omg beat. ]

Who's 'they', exactly?

[tagjamming]

[The one and only!]

The other chumps walking around her headspace. Obnoxious, the lot of 'em.

[leiatails]

You could take the opportunity to make friends and influence people, though! Think of it that way.

[tagjamming]

[Huh. This actually gives him pause, putting a hand on his hip -- though if you were to look inside his mind, you would find that he completely struck out the mention of making friends. Influence is much more important.]

...Fair enough, I guess.

Ha! Yeah. They've gotta get the memo sometime or another.

[leiatails]

Okay, that doesn't sound sinister at all. What kind of memo?

[tagjamming]

[His demeanor changes at her question; for once, that wicked smile is off his face. It seems he actually cares about this stuff.]

...There's a lot to say in that memo. Everyone else she plays, they... they don't get it, y'know? They're all obsessed with following some set a' rules or another. And most of the time, they didn't even make any of those rules. Sorry, but that's no way to live, if you ask me.

[He has every right to complain, because no matter how he tries to explain it, they're just too stupid to understand. Though, maybe that has something to do with the fact that he's all but eloquent with words; most of his deeper thoughts are expressed through art.]

[leiatails]

They're all stick-in-the-mud types? I know that feeling... kinda.

[ that contemplative look is pretty weird-looking on such a devil-may-care guy! hmm... ]

On the bright side, at least your player's trying to send you to a game. Maybe you'll meet some more interesting people.

[tagjamming]

Yeah. Every one. I didn't even think it was possible for one person to stuff that much boring in their head.

[HEY, HE HAS A BRAIN, OKAY. He's just... really bad at using it.]

Mm, true enough. Anyone's got to be better than them.

[leiatails]

You're probably inviting trouble, saying something like that. But hey, good luck! Wherever you're going!

[sugargrinds]

Careful you don't skate into any walls. People pay good money for those walls.

[tagjamming]

A little late for worrying about harming the walls, don'cha think?

[sugargrinds]

Our art enhances them.

Your body smacking into it, doesn't do crap.

[tagjamming]

It's no difference to the people payin' for the walls. [He accents each of those words with a finger wag.]

[sugargrinds]

It sure as hell does when those are my tags you're smackin' into!

[tagjamming]

Hey, I'll fix 'em, I'll fix 'em.

...They'll probably look a bit better by the end of the day, too. [Have one quality Intolerable Smirk.]

[sugargrinds]

Oh, kiss your own ass on your own down time, Beaty.

[tagjamming]

Don't mind if I do.

[sugargrinds]

[Swats him over the head.]

That isn't an invitation, jackass.

[tagjamming]

[He takes it, sniggering.] Sure, sure, whatever.

Though if you ain't prepared to handle the facts, I think it's time you considered a job change, Gum.

[sugargrinds]

Oh please. As if I'd leave the GGs to you. No matter how nice you look, Beat, you'd screw up our new recruits in seconds flat!

Besides, you're not too bad when someone shoves you into a project right away.

[tagjamming]

Um, rude! When I become ruler of the GGs -- which I will -- then I'll do a way better job than any of you chumps.

[And all you receive for the second comment is a self-satisfied grin.]

[sugargrinds]

Because Corn is really gonna let ya take charge.

[tagjamming]

It's all a matter of time. [He cracks his knuckles.]

Sooner or later he won't be able to deny me any longer, and then -- bam. Knock 'im right off the seat.

[sugargrinds]

[She reaches out and grabs his arm, pulling him to her.]

Not if I trip you up, you won't.

[tagjamming]

Is that a challenge?