voice testing for discedo

[elegantpunk]

I appreciate how ambitious you are in preparing me for this, but you're going about this the wrong way.

Aren't you supposed to work on my voice before you make these decisions? Really. You're either frustratingly indecisive or thoughtlessly impulsive. Perhaps you need to find some sort of middle ground between these two- no, not "perhaps". Please do. It'd be to the benefit of us both.

And no, I don't sound "close enough" to him! He may not be all that bad... maybe... if I'm feeling generous- but you'd have to be a fool to not see how we're different!

Hmph.

... can't believe it, of course it's my luck...



[Alice sighs, shakes her head a bit, and crosses her arms.]

Regardless. It's a lesson learnt for the future, isn't it? We'll just have to work with this as we go now.

And stop staying up so bloody late. That ought to help.

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[bailadoraenroja]

[Well, Isabel can't say she misses the nagging. Sure, they've got their own personal Alice in the head space, but she stays away from her and Francoise for the most part, so she hasn't seen the English woman in a while. She sighs.]

Inglaterra, you shouldn't be so hard on your Mun, really. She's trying her best, yes?

[elegantpunk]

[Go easy on someone? Unlikely. Alice doesn't mince words for anyone. Well, maybe sometimes... when she's in a good mood. And even then.]

It doesn't take an expert at these things to perhaps realise doing things backwards will only make it more complicated.

Though, I might be... after all, she did complete the bulk of the application. At least we're getting somewhere. Even if it is to a rather dark and dreary place.

[But she considers herself rather adaptable.]

[bailadoraenroja]

Maybe she has her own style for these things~ You never know!

[And perhaps Isabel is just far too easygoing. That has always been the case, though.]

Just give her time.

[elegantpunk]

Time, I'm willing to give. But it's embarrassing to watch.

Don't you ever get that urge to just... knock some sense into someone?

[Alice could use a bit of that easygoingness.]

[bailadoraenroja]

[Isabel laughs.] Often! [The Spaniard isn't completely oblivious and she doesn't suffer incompetence when she doesn't have to. She just has a different approach to discipline than Alice, at least she does nowadays.] But a bit of patience does pay off every now and then. And some cariño, amiga. That's important, too.

[elegantpunk]

[Alice, looking not entirely moved, tries to fix the loose pins holding some of her hair back.]

Some ca- some what, exactly?

[She might have all the time in the world to learn more of other languages, but hey... she very much likes English.]

[bailadoraenroja]

[Oh, Alice. You could exert some effort and they've known each other for how long?] Affection, conejita. It works, don't you know?

[She's mostly not thinking about it when she reaches to help Alice with her pins, her touch careful and helpful.]

[elegantpunk]

[She's better at remembering stuff like "dollars".]

It works to spoil people like pampered cats, most often. Like my Scottish Fold... and my mundane is not a cat.

[Alice doesn't make a move to stop Isabel. It's just as well, since Alice would probably mess it up more without a hand mirror. Er.]

Do you have some sort of compulsion to touch everything you see being touched?

[bailadoraenroja]

[Well, you've always been biased. The cat comment makes Isabel smile in amusement.]

What you'd be capable of if you only but direct your spoiling more to people. I'm sure your cat loves you beyond measure.

[She seems to realize what she's doing then when Alice makes note of it, but she doesn't retreat in embarrassment. Isabel has always been quite hard to embarrass and she only greets Alice's words with another soft laugh as she finishes fixing her hair.]

No, but it seemed just right to try and help. Should I not have?

[unalienable]

[ Amelia is just giving the older nation a flat-eyed look, actually being silent for a change. She doesn't know how she feels about Alice going to the same place she is, but... well, it's not like she and her mun weren't expecting some England to be there anyway, besides Arthur. She sighs, tiredly, loudly, and puts her hands on her hips. ]

Complaining already? We haven't even got there yet!

[lefteria]

Maybe late by your standards, Anglía. But what does that have to do with anything?

[elegantpunk]

Yes, but Watson doesn't do a thing about a mouse problem. He's lucky he doesn't listen to a word I say, yet I'll never rid myself of him.

[Alice closes her eyes. It's a way of dealing with embarrassment. As much as Alice does not like to be treated as old, being doted on like a child is simply flustering. Bwah.]

Unlike a certain man- or rather, overgrown child it often seems- I know who looks like he has never seen a comb in his life, I can actually fix my own hair. ButIsupposethanksisinordersothankyou.

[bailadoraenroja]

He must be adorable~

[She can just imagine this Watson--fat and lazy and huggable. She'd love to meet him one day if she could. She smiles sunnily at Alice's grudging thanks. It's typical Alice.]

You're welcome.

[elegantpunk]

[Alice resists the urge to roll her eyes. At least she would like some veneer of maturity to show. But the temptation is strong. Amelia just doesn't understand the art of nagging like she does.]

What's the difference between complaining here or there, if in either place, there's something to complain about?

[elegantpunk]

I believe I hold a very fair standard as far as bedtime goes.

And it's important because people become so very sluggish without enough rest. Sluggish and... strange.

[Alice shudders. Brrrr.]

Tch. It's a wonder she's even able to sit up now.

[lefteria]

Then maybe she should lie down. It would be a shame if you found it in yourself to comment on her posture as well... [Never mind sleeping habits; Greece has received her fair share of criticism on those.]

[unalienable]

[ Another sigh, this one exasperated, and America's entire body visibly droops. She also whines: ]

Because if you do it now you'll make me not want to go!

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[france]

[ Oh putain, the rude little English girl is coming back. Greeeeeeat. ]

2/2

[france]

Aaa ma chérie, but peut-être you should try and convince her to wait before sending you there? It is a very dangerous place for une fille comme toi. I would not want to see you hurt, oui?

[elegantpunk]

[Alice is a bit thoughtful about hair, as well.]

Short hair, altogether, looks like it would be much less trouble.

But if I were to cut mine, it would be quite some time before it gets this long again, and I might miss it.

[She pats a spot on her head that's a little itchy- the downside of this style is that scratching it ruins it.]

[elegantpunk]

Are you of such weak will that you would let something so simple change your opinion?

Really now, Amelia. I'm not about to hold my tongue for just that reason.

[elegantpunk]

If I see a way someone can improve, then why should I not comment on it?

[Alice is the most supreme nag.]

See, she even slept in today.

Re: 2/2

[elegantpunk]

[Ugh. Alice has never been more offended.

All that French.]

Keep that up, and you'll be the one in pain.

[bailadoraenroja]

So there's a very slight chance of you cutting it then?

[She watches Alice touch her hair. It's quite long, yes. She also thinks the same of her own hair. Isabel has grown quite fond of it like this. It would definitely be missed if she ever finds herself with short hair.]

[elegantpunk]

[Shrug.]

I ought to try something different with it every now and then. After all, it's a new place I'll be staying in.

[Symbolism is an important thing to all Englands, in all sorts of ways.

[france]

[ She might be Angleterre, but she's still a lady and France can't bring himself to be purposefully spiteful to her. There's a bit of a smile, albeit a forced one. ]

Aa bon, and you are juste as pleasant as I remember you. At least it will be nice to have your company again.

[ Buuuut he can be a little sarcastic. ]

[elegantpunk]

[And in that moment, she started to hope that her mun would completely botch things up and have to send her to some France-less place.]

I'm afraid I can't say I look forward to your company, even for the first time.

Apparently, the universe sees fit to have some sort of France wherever I go. Just when it seemed I was free from her for a time.

[unalienable]

[ Cue only more whining. ]

But England, if I'm going to be stuck with you and this the whole time, why wouldn't I change my mind!

[ Because her mun says she's going and that's final. That's why. But Alice doesn't need to know that! ]

[elegantpunk]

Amelia, stop being such a baby.

Ugh. I don't have much of a choice in this matter. But as my mundane has gotten this far, there's no use in abandoning a job that's already nearly complete! Unlike you, I have a keen sense of duty and I see matters through to the end.

[A France, and a male France at that, will be there. Reason enough for her to fight her mundane tooth and nail to be put somewhere else.]

If it's any consolation, being trapped with you will be no picnic for me either. So there's something we both can agree on for once.

[bailadoraenroja]

Oh yes, you are going somewhere new! [She's happy for Alice. New places are almost always such fun.] Do you have any idea what this place would be like?

[elegantpunk]

I'm rather sure it'll be dreary with grey skies. Perhaps it won't be too much unlike home.

Think you'll be heading somewhere new any time soon?

[bailadoraenroja]

[Isabel shrugs.] I'm not sure. I've been around a while and I haven't been anywhere new yet. I think my Mundane just hasn't found a place she likes for any of us.

[This Spain. Always so optimistic.]

[elegantpunk]

Well, staying here must not be too bad. Even I'm not sure I'll come back in one piece!

[She might or might not be serious about this, but hey.]

But if the worst should happen, you can have that set of ruby-encrusted gold goblets.

[A set she fondly remembers stealing from Spain. Ahuhuhu.]

[bailadoraenroja]

[She glances to the mentioned goblets. Those look very familiar.]

Don't you mean you're returning them, Inglaterra?

[unalienable]

[ Amelia has the nerve to look so very terribly offended. She even gasps aloud. Alice will pay for that one, yep. ]

Oh, what? You were hoping to keep Man France all to yourself, hmm? My mistake! I'll let the mun know we'd just be in the way if she put me there with you then!

[elegantpunk]

Ha ha! There's no need in splitting hairs here!

[Maybe a bit nervous? A little. But only because she is a naturally cautious person. It's not like she's afraid or anything.]

These goblets might have untold worth, but your face back then was what was truly priceless!

[Alice is so good at socializing.]

[elegantpunk]

[Alice grits her teeth, turns away, then rolls her eyes.]

Oh please. Please don't force me to make a choice between the two of you. The loser in this situation could be none other than me in any case.

[unalienable]

[ Amelia's voice adopts a singsong tone and she casually takes up the process of buffing her fingernails one by one with her thumb. ]

To-o-o-o la-a-a-ate...

[bailadoraenroja]

[Isabel sighs and shakes her head, sending Alice a bit of a wry smile. That smile used to be a warning before a halberd came for the island nation's head. Indeed, Alice is so ever good at socializing.]

And your hands, conejita? Are they as sticky as they used to be?