Voice test canon is ~ bioshock

[servesagreatman]

...Lots of other folks in Rapture probably a lot more deservin' of your attention then me. I don't see why you have to bother me anyway. You want to give me a chance to travel. Whole place is going to go to pieces without me.

Mr. Ryan needs me. I don't have the time to go anywhere else. The great man...he deserves the help.

...No I don't miss the surface. What are you talking about? [except he does a little bit]

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[prettyfool]

Mr. Ryan ain't around, Mr. Sullivan. Ya don't need to kiss his butt right now.

[servesagreatman]

...You and I both know he might always be watching Miss Jolene. [Let's be reasonable. He takes a swig from a hip flask to emphasize his point]

'didn't expect to see anyone else from...home here.

[prettyfool]

Whaaaat. Does that mean you aren't happy to see little ol' me? [ she has her hands to just above her chest and makes a pouty, goochy gichy face, lips puckered. feigning injury. ]

[servesagreatman]

Are you kidding? Of course I am. [Honestly.] Just surprised is all. Don't know what to make of it yet.

You doing all right kiddo?

[prettyfool]

Not really. [ she swings an arm around Sullivan's shoulders, letting out a little resigned sigh. ] But ya'll appearin' like this cheers me up!

[servesagreatman]

Is that right princess. [He smiles. It's a tired smile but it's still there.]

...I was missed. huh. [new experience] Wait til' you hear how I ended up here. It's a heck of a whale story.

[mepoormoira]

Rapture went'ta pieces a long time ago. There's little anyone can do'ta save this hellhole now.

[servesagreatman]

...No choice but to try. [There's people in there. Plus Ryan and all he owes him.]

...Are you, from Rapture ma'am?

[mepoormoira]

Ye got a good attitude, but it might jus' get ye killed.

[She fights for the people; she can understand wanting to save them.]

Some alternate world nonsense, but ye', I am. Name's Moira, Moira Atlas.

[servesagreatman]

Atlas?

[he doesn't slur at that, but he does stand to his feet]

[mepoormoira]

[At the standing she reaches a hand for her trusty crow-bar, just in case there's a little disagreement here.]

Me surname. What of it?

[It's definitely not unexpected that a Rapture-dweller is going to know that name; however, Moira knows this can mean trouble.]

[servesagreatman]

...Nothin'.

[He sits back down, hand in his pocket-on his pistol]

...Didn' think you were a girl.

[mepoormoira]

[She's watching, Sullivan. She's used to dealing with weapons and splicers and all that unwanted bollox. You wouldn't think Rapture was once a nice place...

But her frown curves into a slight smirk; she sees what you've gotten wrong. She would play on it, but it seems a bit disrespectful to his memory.]

You'd be thinkin' of me husband. I'm Mrs. Atlas.

[Atlas was a second name in her universe, boyo.]

[rianofski]

Sullivan.

[His tone is vaguely surprised.]

[servesagreatman]

Mr. Ryan sir.

[Does he straighten? Of course. But there is a little bit of a sway to his step]

I'm not leaving you sir, I promise.

[rianofski]

I didn't think you would. Unfortunately I, myself, have been thrown into a ridiculous world very unlike Rapture. And I doubt you'll follow me there.

[servesagreatman]

[Headscratch] ...You need me there sir?

[rianofski]

You would be much appreciated. However...

[A slight shrug.]

I doubt if you'd enjoy it.

[servesagreatman]

...Honestly it can't be any worse then [Rapture, he almost says rapture but he straightens and sobers up.]

Then living in my writer's head.

[rianofski]

It can be much worse. You'll have your writer and their ridiculous ideas to contend with, as well as the inane rules and problems of any place you end up.