Voice testing

[bartendingspeedster]

Whoawhoawhoawait.

[Hands held up, Blurr shakes his head with a bit of a laugh.]

You think that just because you've played speedsters in the past means that you can handle me? That'sabigtasktotakeon.

[Crossing his arms, the speedster grins faintly.]

I'm just a bartender, not like the others you've played--the former terrorist, the alien bonded with a human--see? Nothinglikethemwhatsoever.

But we can keep this up if you want. Could be interesting considering the others in your headspace.

Comments

[fun_police]

Blurr, I believe there is something we must talk about.

[OH GOD WHY THIS ASSHOLE.]

Though it is good to see you are doing better.

[bartendingspeedster]

.........

[Cue instant temperament change, the speedster's optics narrowing a bit as his grin disappears.]

I'm pretty sure I don't have anything to talk to you about, Prowl.

[fun_police]

You might change your mind.

[In fact, there's a high probability you might, which is why he's making his effort at all.]

I was forced to say things I didn't mean. Scathing things. And I don't believe you deserved the vitriol you received.

[Prowl only says scathing comments to people who deserve it. c:]

[bartendingspeedster]

[...Well. This is surprising.]

No, I didn't. Youwereprettyterribleallthingsconsidered.

[fun_police]

I.. assume you know about Bombshell's cerebroshell?

[He may have fairly ruthless methods on occasion, but it was only to a certain extent.]

[Also boy was this embarrassing to admit.]

[bartendingspeedster]

Heard about it yes. HowdoesitfeeltobeusedProwl?

[fun_police]

[Oops! There goes all his good will.]

Yes, I'm certain the irony is comical to you.

It's certainly obvious enough.

[bartendingspeedster]

Comical? Hardly.

I think it's ironic. Ironic that you, of all mechs, had to feel the way many of us feel every single time we have to work with you. Even with the best intentions in mind you have never been anything but a complete prick, Prowl.

[fun_police]

Really? You think working with me is anywhere near what Bombshell has done.

[He almost wants you to suffer for that statement, Blurr. He really does.]

[He understands he can be manipulative, but this was another level altogether.]

[bartendingspeedster]

Depends on who you ask and what's in it for you to gain.

[Blurr shrugs, crossing his arms.]

You can play the Autobot card all you want, Prowl, but you play in the grey area. Youdowhatneedstobedoneanddoitwell.

[fun_police]

Yes, Blurr. I'm not an idiot, so I venture outside idealistic fantasy to get tangible results.

That can hardly be equated to forcing someone to kill their companions while they watch as a prisoner in their own body. It doesn't even compare.

[A little sore in that regard? Yes.]

[bartendingspeedster]

Bad deeds are bad deeds, Prowl.

[It comes out rather snappy, the speedster looking rather disgusted with the other mech when it comes right down to it.]

You get results that end up with others hurt or dead. That's pretty badifIdosaysomyself.

[doinitwithstyle]

[Jazz is gonna ignore the biting conversation between Blurr and Prowl. Man, no one's in a good spot right now these days, so he'll try to shatter the gloom and doom with a little light-heartedness.]

So, how's mah fav bartender diggin' his new crib? What're the roomies like?

[bartendingspeedster]

[Now here's a mech that he actually wants to see. Blurr grins and mock salutes the other, relaxing pretty quickly.]

It's not bad, I guess. Prettyeasygoingbunchforthemostpart. Some crazies about but I can deal with it. How're you doing, Jazz?

[doinitwithstyle]

[Jazz grins and waves off the salute in a "yeah, yeah, yeah" gesture.]

Doin' mighty fine, myself. 'S all robots up in this headspace, some organics. The worst of 'em is prolly about as emotive as a rock, but hey, other 'n that it's a pretty sweet gig!

[bartendingspeedster]

My mun's headspace has all sorts of beings in it. Keeps things interesting, I guess. Itsnicetobeabletoseeyouthough.

[doinitwithstyle]

Heh, I'll bet! It's nice to see you, too, man. [Friendly clasp on the shoulder goes here.]

[bartendingspeedster]

[Blurr smirks and throws an arm around the other, his free hand resting on his hip.]

Life'sboringwithoutyouJazz. A massive lack of good music too.

[doinitwithstyle]

[Jazz widens his own grin and tightens the hug on his end.]

D'aaw, good t' know I'm so loved, man.

[LACK of music? Oh, no, the Jazzman isn't gonna let this fly.]

Dude, have your mun cruise the radio stations or somethin'! There's always good music somewhere, even if you hafta make it yourself.

[He looks to his own mun.] Hey! Ya wouldn't mind lending mah friend here some of your own favs, wouldja?

...Yeah, they'd take a while to sift through. Well, I can at least recommend some good artists, Blurr. 'S all Earthling music, but most of their stuff is kickin'.

[bartendingspeedster]

Who wouldn't love you, Jazz?

[He bumps the other a bit, playful in everything he's saying and doing because it just feels good to be around a friend.

Unlike that other jerk he's talking to.]

Okay okay! IwillIpromiseyoudon'thavetofreakout.

[There's a tinge of laughter in his voice, the speedster shaking his head.]

Recommendawaywe'llkeepthemallinmind.

[doinitwithstyle]

[Jazz laughs at Blurr's responses, then makes a show of pushing up his visor like a human pushes up their glasses.]

I could make a huge list, but I think I'll just settle for a select several ta start ya out: Frank Sinatra, Beatles, B. B. King, any classical music ya can find cuz that slag's good stuff, aaaand that should tide ya over for a spell! Maybe some Dolly Parton if you're feelin' a little country.