Testing a rusty voice, not looking for a game

[anarkh]

Ah, mun! I-I haven't seen you in so long...I guess something must have reminded you. It's okay, I'm just happy to be out for a little bit. Um, y-you don't think...people will be afraid of me here, do you?

I d-don't want to...f-frighten anyone.

Comments

[polyturtle]

...why would juvenile kyphosis be frightening?

[anarkh]

[I don't know, why would giant talking turtles be frightening] Hnngh --! W-Wha....um...

[just give him a moment to process this]

[polyturtle]

[Yup, guess who wins the freak show!

Hint: not you, Quasimodo.]

Hi. Its ok. I get that a lot.

[strongestcoward]

GEIYAAAAAH! Too late, stumpy!

[anarkh]

Oh, I'm sorry! I...I don't mean to...stare.

[well, he seems friendly enough. And he's not likely to be a demon. Can turtles be demons? No harm in talking]

I've never seen, well, someone like you before.

[anarkh]

[Stumpy's a new one, he has to admit. Too bad he's too busy gaping at your weird ass mask to be offended]

[polyturtle]

It's ok, honest! Like I said, I get that reaction a lot.

[Its mostly water on his shell.]

Most people haven't seen turtles like me, to be fair.

[strongestcoward]

[It is in fact made up of a couple of scarves. He's wearing a lot of scarves, as well as several layers of clothing.]

...Don't stare at me like that! Urgh, it gives me the willies!

[anarkh]

[Quasi has a naturally inquisitive mind, so his curiosity overrides his trepidation gradually. He eyes Don's shell] You are a turtle, then! M-May I ask where you're from? I've never read anything about turtles being able to talk...

[anarkh]

Oh! [he quickly claps his massive hands over his face and turns away] I-I'm very sorry...!

[strongestcoward]

Oh, it's fine! Everything gives me the willies!

[But he shrugs, his scarves wriggling about in ways that defy gravity and momentum.]

You sure are ugly, but I guess you knew that. Have you considered covering your face and never taking it off?

[anarkh]

[he slowly lowers his hands and takes a cautious peek over his hump]

Well...yes. Actually. Normally I n-never even leave the bell tower.

[strongestcoward]

[At this point, Asura ends up shoving his face particularly close to Quasimodo's. This sure does look odd, as Asura is very tall, thin and flexible. His feet are firmly planted but his body is bent right over.]

Whaaaat!? How horrible! Even ugly creeps like you should go out and run around! Just because you make me want to vomit all over the place, that's no reason you should stick to such sad little rules!

[anarkh]

[well, this guy has a charming way with words. Indignation begins to flare up, but it dies immediately. Is this weirdo...encouraging him somehow? He raises an eyebrow] I...go out more than I have in the past. It's not really, um, rules keeping me inside these days.

[strongestcoward]

[Who knows? Aura is horrendously insane, but his key philosophy (for the next five minutes at least) revolve around freedom.]

Oh! Well why didn't you say so! You should stand up straight with your head held high- [Wait a second.]

Oh. Huuuuhm. Not that. That'd. Not go well with you, huh?

[anarkh]

[his gentle voice is incredibly dry] No. No, it wouldn't.

[still, despite the blatant insults (which is something he's used to), he isn't really offended. He's actually more interested in...] H-How...how are you moving like that?

[warchangedme]

People are a little more educated here.

[Have a tall blonde man bending over slightly and holding his hand out.]

Alfred F. Jones. Nice to meet you!

[strongestcoward]

Like what?

[Although he probably knows exactly to what ol' hunchy is referring, as he straightens up, then keeps going, bending he whole want around until the tip of his head touches the ground, placing his hands beside his head as his legs go up and over too. Eventually he's resting on folded arms, chin on them with his legs up in the air, curling over so he's in a 'C' shape. The whole thing takes a second or so.]

[nonomoribird]

Why would you frighten someone?

[anarkh]

...th-that's amazing! [he shuffles around the other man carefully] You'd give the fools at the festival a run for their money, that's for sure. Are you an acrobat?

[anarkh]

Oh.

[wow, you are a pretty man. Lucky. Quasi looks down at the hand, confused. He doesn't know what this gesture means, but he gives the other man a small, uncertain smile]

N-Nice to meet you as well, Monsieur Jones. My name i-is Quasi..modo.

[anarkh]

... [this girl looks like an angel. There doesn't seem to be a trace of fright or judgement in her, so he relaxes considerably, but still keeps back] W-Well...the way I look. Some people are afraid of those who look different.

[strongestcoward]

No, but I could be if I wanted to. I could be a lot of things if I wanted to. [The ends of two of his many scarves whip about like arms to press on the ground lifting Asura onto his feet again.] Here's a conjuring trick. Uwagh.

['Uwagh' is the noise a man makes when he partially vomits up a very pointy metal object. He can talk with it there and everything.] Just like a wizard, huh?

[memoryguardian]

Now, why in the world would you frighten anyone? You seem like such a sweet man to me!

[anarkh]

[IT'S A WITCH, BURN IT. No, not really. In fact, he watches with morbid fascination, hands clasped together] ...y-yes. Are you alright? That...that didn't hurt you?