Voicetesting | Hopefully going to havenrpg

[pagliacci]

Aww, kiddo, aren't you sweet? Sayin' you wanna spend more time playin' lil' ol' me! Well, don't you worry! It'll be easy!

All you gotta do is wrap up that app and send it in! Then we'll be aaaaall set! So whaddaya say, huh? Are we doin' this or---

Wha...? ...Wait a minute. No, no, time out! You were just talkin' about playin' Injustice?!

[She visibly deflates, pouting. Then, with a hmph:]

C'mon, don't tease me like that! We've got work to do!

Comments

[terryplz]

Video games do seem to suck people in very easily.

[pagliacci]

Eh, I guess. But they ain't all bad, gramps.

[She can be a bit of an addict, herself.]

[terryplz]

I can't say I'm surprised at your response.

[pagliacci]

Well, it's true! Besides, if he winds up picking me over twenty-three other folks, I've still gotta admit he's got some pretty good taste!

[wing_of_night]

I still don't understand why anyone would want to put you anywhere but behind bars.

[pagliacci]

What can I say, Birdbrain? I'm a pretty popular gal!

[wing_of_night]

Yeah. I'm pretty popular too. And I've never actively tried to hurt people.

[pagliacci]

Is that right? Hmm. I dunno... That Regime Version of you did seem kinda bloodthirsty...

[wing_of_night]

Harley, I've seen versions of you around here that put a bullet in Joker's head.

You make the argument that this "Regime Version" of me is me, and I start saying you killed Joker. We are ourselves, not the versions of us from alternate realities.

[deciphering]

What a tease. I don't suppose you could hurry this up, could you? This poor dear won't stop moaning and groaning, and I suspect most of it is because you aren't around to torment me.

[pagliacci]

Hey, cut me some slack, Ed! I'm doin' the best I can here! If anyone's gotta hurry up, it's this guy!

[She hikes a thumb towards the computer screen, then adds in for good measure:]

Yeah, you! Chop-chop, kid! Time's a-wastin'!

[deciphering]

I'll say. You're going to miss the festivities.

[as in watching Eddie lose his mind. yeah. can't blame him for looking so sour, can you?]

[pagliacci]

[And of course, she misses the implication completely. Good job, Harley.]

Aw, don't worry! Maybe there'll be a repeat performance next month!

[deciphering]

[he's sobbing on the inside.]

From your mouth to Satan's ears, Harl.

[pagliacci]

[Harley giggles lightly, skipping over to him and pinching one of his cheeks like an embarrassing grandmother.]

You're a smart guy, aren'tcha? So relax! I'm sure you can handle whatever your mun's got cooked up for ya.

[deciphering]

[it's his natural instinct to make fun of someone who looks mortified enough to crawl under a rock, but not when it's him. good job, Harley.]

If you want to win my heart, you'll have to do more than flatter me. I'm a little classier than that. [he gently pushes her hand away, huffing a sigh. finally, at length:] Bring the mallet.

[pagliacci]

Yeah, yeah, sure, sure.

[Come on, Riddler. The mallet was pretty much a given.]

Anything else?

[deciphering]

How about the cork gun?

[pagliacci]

Got it!

[deciphering]

And your boundless determination?

[pagliacci]

I was thinkin' maybe a picture of Mistah J, buuuut I guess that works too!

[deciphering]

[hear that little fwoooosh? that's the sound of the first vestiges of what could have been a good mood blowing away in the wind.]

Why would you waste room on that? I thought you were getting over him.

[plains_hunter]

Planning a little trip, Harl?

[wispy]

[playing Injustice over his game? for shame.]

O-Oh. I'm sure he was'a just joking. That sounded like a joke. I think.