voice testing, be rough

[besotted]

Stop it.

Whatever it is you're doing, or planning on doing, I demand you stop at once and return me home. You must know who I am, and by association my father. But I don't think you know just what he - or, aha, my love -.... Oh, yes, I don't think you know just what they might do to you if they found out you were manhandling me in such a crude manner -

[ something inaudible goes here; something that sounds a great deal like mwah wah wah wah wah wah ]

...munhandling? That isn't even a word -!

Comments

[servant]

[Oh Lady Vivian. Of all the princesses who visited Camelot-]

[You were the scariest.]

Uhm, perhaps it's idiomatic, my lady. A word that muns use.

basically I love you.

[king]

[ Oh no. ]

[besotted]

[ Job well done then, right? It wasn't as if she were trying to impress any of you people. ]

[ At first. ]

I think the word you're looking for is idiotic. If this is the sort of language they use, perhaps they shouldn't be allowed to speak at all. Honestly, it just sounds vulgar!

no i love you

[besotted]

[ Oh yes! ]

- Arthur~! [ You're here to rescue her, right? ]

NO I LOVE YOU

[king]

[ That squeal. He winces. ]

Lady Vivian. What a... pleasure to see you once more.

YES BUT I LOVE YOU MORE

[besotted]

[ No that was a wince of long-endured pain at her absence being brushed away by her face. ]

Oh, yes - yes it is. I mean, yourself as well. Even if the accommodations are - hmmmm, less than adequate, I suppose we'll just have to make do.

no, I definitely love you the most.

[king]

And how exactly. Do you plan. To do that?

I guess this is a fact I'll just have to accept

[besotted]

Curtains, maybe? A vase here or there. [ Staring. At your. Face. ]

Something small to brighten up this dismal place. Although I guess that doesn't really matter; you're plenty to brighten up a room already, my love.

damn straight

[king]

Lady Vivian.

[ A pause. How does he even. ]

I'm afraid we cannot be together.

consider it accepted

[besotted]

Because of my father? Oh, don't worry, I'm sure he'll come around.

I am pleased

[king]

No. No, er.

[ He clears his throat. ]

It is my will. If you love me truly, you'll understand that I want you to find someone else. Someone more suitable. Perhaps there was a person you cared for before you met me?

i live to please you dear

[besotted]

[ This is a lengthy pause. ]







[ ... ] Perhaps...

[besotted]

[ But then she smiles and laughs. ]

If there was though, I hardly remember his name now. Yours is the only one that matters now. Arthur. It's a good name, strong; though I wouldn't call it handsome, it looks a little funny written out. But never mind that, you're plenty striking on your own.

[king]

Yes, well...

[ No, wait, this is a rejection. Curse her flattery! ]

No! Look, I — I wish you only the greatest happiness and I look forward to the continuing peace between our two kingdoms but. I love another.

only you, demi, get to pop my sir leon cherry.

[sirjesus]

[he's going to just smile politely and try to escape her! she's for arthur.]

/lewd pop sound

[besotted]

[ Escape her? Why, you make her sound unpleasant! ]

[ - also, no, that doesn't work. ]

You there.

[besotted]

[ That...really isn't what she wanted to hear. ]

Another? [ Like, other than her? This earns a scoff. ] And just who might it be?

:D

[sirjesus]

[deer in headlights. dammit.]

My lady?

was it good for you?

[besotted]

Find me a - a ladder. Or a horse, perhaps even a door. Something to get me out of this - [ ew, other muses. i mean, mud. ] -...place.

so good

[sirjesus]

[cue a helpless look almost. HE SHOULD BE HELPING A LADY.] I am afraid I cannot help you out of this dark pervert, dank, crazy place.

B-)

[besotted]

Why not? You're a knight, aren't you? [ NOT EVEN WAITING FOR AN ANSWER. ] Therefore you should be perfectly capable of taking me home. Or to Camelot, if it's closer.

[ idly - oh, she's totally not hoping or anything; ] ...Is it? Closer?

:DDD

[sirjesus]

You are stuck in your Lady Mun's head, I'm afraid.

[king]

No more than a servant...

[ He's about to start telling her about Guinevere, but he gets a better idea. ]

But he has my heart. I'm afraid I have no interest in women whatsoever. None.

[besotted]

And I've found her to be quite an airhead, which means there must be holes in here somewhere. Now, can you get me out, or should I look for another knight?

oh god i had to.

[servant]

[Have a little outraged squawk. WAY TO THROW HIM UNDER THE BUS HORSE AND CART.]