Spontaneous voice testing

[apoorsampling]

Are you quite, quite certain that this is the thing to do? I am, after all, a very poor sampling, as the name you have given me says.

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[blutbadwolf]

Look, you can't be so down on yourself, dude. You gotta focus on the positive. Be the you you know you can be.

Maybe buy some shirts. Whatever works for you.

[apoorsampling]

[Tumnus stops a moment to ponder this. Then a small, almost shy smile comes to his face.]

I do believe you may be right. Perhaps my writer is not as wrong as I thought.

But I don't know where I should go, or where a Faun would be wanted. There is still much to think about.

[brave_enough]

You shouldn't think that about yourself, Mister Tumnus.

[just]

Don't think of yourself such a way, Mister Tumnus. { He's very glad to see you! } Your mun has such horrid taste in names. { not that this mun thinks so }

[apoorsampling]

My dear Miss Lucy- Ah, I mean, Your Highness, it is good to see you. I am afraid that I am not certain what else I should think.

[apoorsampling]

She does, doesn't she? But she tells me that she could not think of anything else. I suppose that one name is as good as another.

[brave_enough]

We've been friends for too long for you to address me so formally.

[blutbadwolf]

Can't help you there. But you guys are usually Hollywood-types, aren't you?

[just]

Tumnus isn't synonymous with what your, er, username advertises. { And that's that, dear old friend. }

I wasn't expecting to see you here, quite honestly. It's a pleasant surprise.

[thekiller]

Oh my god, what the fucking hell are you supposed to be?

[groovy_mutation]

Must you be so crude, Wesley?

[You are getting such a look, young man.]

[groovy_mutation]

Sometimes things that are not quite certain end up becoming a good venture after all.

I do think you are being a bit harsh on yourself though.

[thekiller]

Don't you have a mutant supremacist to be consoling or something, I mean really.

[dramatic pointing at the ..... whatever it was.]

It's got four legs and a beard. You think I like looking at a talking goat?

[groovy_mutation]

Pleasant as always.

[A slight roll of the eyes and he'll not answer the question. Avoiding things is the best!]

I believe the term is faun.

[skiesaregrey]

[He tilts his head]

Well that's...interesting.

[apoorsampling]

Of course, of course. Miss Lucy, then. Are you well?

[apoorsampling]

Ah, but I'm afraid that my writer does not always stop to think about such things. She gave it to me, and I suppose there's nothing for it now.

I wasn't expecting to come here either, but she had different ideas. But I suppose for all of that, it hasn't been too terribly bad.

[apoorsampling]

I'm a Faun, of course. [He smiles politely, even though Wesley's words don't sound polite in the least.] My name is Tumnus.

[apoorsampling]

Well said, well said. That's true enough, of course, and I'm sure my writer means well.

[apoorsampling]

Is it, now? [He looks curious.] If I may ask, what do you find interesting?

[brave_enough]

[sigh] I'm wonderful now that you're here! I missed you.

[renunciation]

You need not be so very hard on yourself, Mr. Tumnus.

[apoorsampling]

Hollywood-types? I'm not sure what you mean.

[apoorsampling]

And I've missed you. Has your writer put you in one of these, ah, games? [He hopes for her sake that, if she has been sent somewhere, it is a nice and friendly place.]

[brave_enough]

Not yet. I think she may let me be with Edmund in the end, but she's waffling.

[groovy_mutation]

I am sure. They tend to pick names based on things that aren't always the most flattering to be honest.

I must say, you are the most interesting being I have seen my own face on yet.

[apoorsampling]

Well, I do hope that she allows you to join him. None of you should be kept apart.

[brave_enough]

[she gives him a sad sort of smile] I hope she does, too.

[apoorsampling]

Hard on myself? Oh, no. Please allow me to explain. My writer has given me this name, and she is allowing me to roam. I'm just trying to remind her that perhaps she should be more attentive to the others who also roam about.

[blutbadwolf]

Ziegevolk? A lot of you are gameshow hosts? Lovers, not fighters?

[apoorsampling]

I suppose that fauns are not often seen, which is a pity, if I may say so. And I am quite sure that before I met Lucy, I had never before seen or known a Son of Adam or Daughter of Eve. [A pause.] By which I mean humans, of course.

[just]

I should hope so. You do deserve to be among more than strangers. Do you know if she'll be placing you anywhere? { So many familiar and friendly faces recently on d_m and he's gotten somewhat excited. }

[apoorsampling]

Oh, yes. She has a place in mind, and if I may say so, it does not sound pleasant, not at all. Did you know, there are places that never have any sun?

[just]

Yes.

You're going to Abax?

[thekiller]

Oh good, like that's slightly even better than being a domesticated animal. God I am so much more handsome than that, why are you doing this.

[thekiller]

No, I believe the term is 'you are not allowed to fucking wear Wesley Gibson's face and look deliberately like something belonging into a zoo.'

[apoorsampling]

If all goes well, yes. Though I think I shan't hope for that after all, because then perhaps I'll be allowed to stay here.

[just]

You'd be with my sisters if you go there- with Susan and Lucy. { With a Susan and a Lucy. That's always weird. But he can't help but be relieved. } They'd love to have you.

[apoorsampling]

So I've been told, and I think it would be wonderful to see them. [He sighs quietly.] I only wish that it was in a more pleasant place.

[apoorsampling]

[His smile is replaced with a slightly bemused expression.] What is it that I'm doing, if I may ask?

[apoorsampling]

Now, now, why do you look so sad? [If she keeps that up, then he'll be looking sad.]

[brave_enough]

I'm worried about Susan. I wish Aslan would let her back into Narnia.

[just]

{ Don't they all. } I've got faith in you.