Voice testing for a Courier

[thetwotoone]

Pleasure to meet you, then, Miss Mun. I guess this makes us partners in crime, then? Let's hope this goes better than my last job. But then again... you take two to the skull and survive, and there's nothing that comes after that could be worse in comparison.

-No, not even Nipton or Vault 23 can scare me off. Got to finish this job. The Mojave needs this little lone Courier still. Retirement- and the future- can wait.

With that in mind, let's begin.

Comments

[snarkingscribe]

...ah, yeah. That one was...yeah.

Ghouls I can deal with. I can punch ghouls. I can't punch radiation, though. I like to resolve the issues that could possibly kill me in a hands-on way, if possible.

[thetwotoone]

The less said about it, the better.

I don't blame you. Better to die fighting than to perish because of something you can't see. [Like radio static. Damn it, Elijah.] -It's been too long since then. Have you been well, Ms. Santangelo?

[snarkingscribe]

Exactly.

Been well enough, I suppose. [There's a slightly amused eyebrow arch at the continued use of 'Ms. Santangelo'. Veronica looks down at herself, then back at the Courier with a wry grin.] I know the robes don't flatter me much, but I always thought myself as more of a hit than a miss, but, hey, can't help personal preferences.

[thetwotoone]

[And the Courier starts blushing crimson.] All right, er, Veronica. I'd say you're a hit. Just ask the things you've punched along the way. Heh.

[snarkingscribe]

[There's a definite smug grin and a chuckle to go along with it coming from the scribe.] I'd like to, but I think most of them would have a little trouble getting back up.