voicetest for the angry priest

[violentrondo]

HEY!! If ya don't want me walkin' outta here right this second, ya better stop callin' me that! And you know exactly what I'm talkin' about, so don't you try pullin' that kinda malarkey over on me, lady! What yer callin' me ain't funny, and it sure as hell ain't flatterin', so cut it out!! I don't care how many people agree with y -

wait, there's more people callin' me that?!

[Excuse him, he's just - he's just going to go catch his breath over in that corner now and try not to give himself an aneurysm. Beware of flailing limbs and loud noises.]

Comments

[unavailing]

[Oh. Well, uh...]

Calling you what...?

[violentrondo]

N-Noire! [Brady, you were pretty much screaming, why are you surprised that you drew attention...]

There's no way I'm repeatin' it! It's embarrassin'! Definitely ain't somethin' a grown man should be called!!

[unavailing]

[BUT BRADY, HOW BAD COULD IT BE...]

Oh... Embarrassing? [A smile, awkward and nervous.] What kind of thing did they say to embarrass you?

[Come on, you can tell her...!!]

[following_her_steps]

What are you being called?

[violentrondo]

It's - ! [Grumble grumble fidget. Brady's reluctance to speak the dreaded term is practically radiating off him.]

... i-if I tell ya, you better not tell anyone else, got it?! Or I'll knock you a good one!

[following_her_steps]

Got it! I won't tell a soul! Not even if they torture me!

[He smiled at him]

What is it?

[manhandled]

[Beware? Beware what? Inigo's never considered Brady too threatening to approach, so... Don't mind a certain wannabe dancer Casanova wannabe comrade of yours trying to peer over your shoulder while you're in that corner, Brady.]

Calling you what?

[violentrondo]

[Watch out that he doesn't elbow you in the face for that, Inigo, all things considered - ]

None'a yer beeswax is what! [Seriously, Inigo is the last person he needs knowing about this.] So shove off!!

[ombrelle]

Brady! Is that any way to behave around a lady? What ghastly manners! Apologize at once, young man.

[MAMA TAUGHT YOU BETTER THAN THAT, BOY]

[violentrondo]

[OH NO IT'S MA, ABORT ABORT]

I-I ain't gonna apologize, Ma!! I tried bein' nice, but she keeps callin' me embarrassin' things! I ain't gonna put up with it no more!

[gallant_guardian]

...

[She's debating between not answering you or offering some very nice aromatic tea to calm you down.

...but that would mean brewing it, and that would mean being close to talk personally.

...hence her dilemma.]

[violentrondo]

[And quite the dilemma it is. At the very least, he's not flailing so much, jst kind of stooped over and wheezing now. Let it be known that terrible stamina plus a penchant for a quick temper and lots of yelling don't make a great combo.]

[killerrabbit]

...

[People getting bullied is never a laughing matter, so while she wants to offer reassuring words, she's never been very good at it.]

...Hurtful words are best ignored.

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[violentrondo]

Yeah yeah, I know, but ignorin' it ain't doin' nothin'! Believe me, I tried -

[Then Brady turns around and actually gets a look at who he's talking to.]

[violentrondo]

- whoa. I, uh - sorry if this is sudden or somethin', but... you ain't a taguel, are ya?

[She looks less like a human than Panne and Yarne do, but... the rabbit ears...]

You're welcome.

[mamaknowsbest]

Hoho, sounds like someone needs a lesson in bargaining with a side course in manipulation. Walking away is pointless unless you've got something good to tip the scales, say their most prized possession or maybe an abducted family member.

screams

[violentrondo]

[Who even is - ?]

Uh... I-I ain't lookin' to really go that extreme, but thanks.

[taktikos]

[ A loud and flailing Brady was not what Robin expected to come across. ]

Brady, are you all right?

[ Robin will ignore the name-calling for now, what they are saying isn't necessarily important, the fact that Brady is really bothered by it is. ]

[violentrondo]

R-Robin! [He's quick to straighten up when he sees the tactician, coughing a little from the sudden movement and lack of breath, but he's quick to recompose himself.] I... I'm fine! Nothin' I can't handle.

[bloodandblunder]

Calling you what? D-did she curse you?

[violentrondo]

Naw, thank Naga for that. She ain't got the ability to.

[scionoflegend]

Brady? Er... [Wait no let him start over.]

Hark! What talk is this of unflattering epithets? I fear your gentle spirit has suffered grievous injury, to leave you quailing in the corner in a manner most unbefitting... [Seriously what are you doing over there. It's a little concerning.] Speak! Who is it? Who dares besmirch the good name of a brother-in-arms of the chosen scion of heroes? Merely give the word, friend, and my sword hand shall uphold thy honour!

[Twitch twitch goes the sword hand.]

[violentrondo]

[Good job breaking character right off the bat, Owain... and usually Brady would bemoan the act. But.]

... 'gentle spirit'?

[Seriously, Owain?]

[dueltails]

I could think of many other things they could call you by. [ Whoever these people are. ] Are they making a list?

[violentrondo]

Can it, ain't no one askin' ya!

[The Snark & Bark Society is standing strong, clearly.]