Voice testing what am I doing

[justimprove]

Well.

This should be interesting.

Comments

[wetasoctober]

[Totally and openly checking you out here, Xena.]

I'll say.

[serjeant]

Usually works out to be.

[justimprove]

[have an unimpressed look]

And who are you?

[wetasoctober]

[Guess who doesn't care~]

Titus Pullo. How about you?

[justimprove]

Perhaps one day I'll have a quiet life.

[justimprove]

[XD guess who's mildly annoyed but not in the least discomfited]

Xena. What can you tell me about this place?

[serjeant]

You don't strike me the type, if it's not so bold to say.

[wetasoctober]

[So you won't mind if he keeps doing it.

Romans, man. World's biggest perverts.]

Boring. Not a lot to do or look at. Good food, wine... these mundanes will take care of you, but annoy your arse off you.

[silvertree]

Are you truly looking forward for the trials that await you?

[justimprove]

[I won't be impressed, but given my pervy canon I won't really care, no]

Ah. So it's essentially a kind of slavery?

[justimprove]

[reserved smile] I'm more inclined to believe I'll die with a sword in my hand, true. And you?

[justimprove]

Yes and no. While I respect lives of quiet contemplation and study, that isn't exactly for me.

[serjeant]

[ wryly: ] I can call myself a blacksmith, now, but I know what I am.

[ marching at the front lines since he was barely a man. ]

[justimprove]

[grave nod] You have the stance of a warrior.

[serjeant]

[ with a fleeting grin- ] Personal failing, can't be helped.

[justimprove]

[a flash of a grin in return]

It becomes difficult to hide. Have you been a blacksmith for long?

[serjeant]

Man has to have a trade, when the lowlanders are getting peaceful. You learn a lot about a city by the weapons its residents want made.

[ ... also he has a sign on his forge of a mermaid wielding a hammer that looks suspiciously like Xena, but he can't be held responsible for that, he just hired the artist. ]

[wetasoctober]

If you like. Never met a master that didn't flog me for one reason or another.

Not that I would call this boy a master. Can't even control his own thoughts.

[justimprove]

Mm. I have hopes of this one, but I'll be realistic.

Not even his own thoughts?

[justimprove]

[*laughs* Your artist has good taste]

[nods] I suppose when the fighting ends, all warriors need to find other occupations. How do you find it?

[serjeant]

Hard work, good pay, my time as I like it. The Arena takes fighters when I feel like keeping my hand in.

[ punching above his weight with nonhumans who can take a hammer blow with just a stumble- makes him up his game, and lets him fight harder without worrying so much about killing or maiming his opponent. ]

[wetasoctober]

I'm his thoughts, right? May Pluto's grasp take me before I let him control me.

[justimprove]

I see. This Arena is purely for fun?

[serjeant]

To honor their god, Gediron. Most fight by choice.

[ --most. ]

[justimprove]

[slow nod, arch smile] I see your point.