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.]

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[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.]

[gallant_guardian]

[Hrn. Well, then that's something she can do. Being socially obligated to do so despite the fact that she'd probably rather not. Then again, it's not as though she's unfamiliar with the extent to which players can agitate their muses.]

Do you need help?

[violentrondo]

Who - ?! [He starts, whirls around, settles a bit when he sees the unfamiliar face.] Oh. Uh - don't think there's much you can do, not unless you can make this lady shut up or somethin'.

[gallant_guardian]

No, I do not believe I can aid you in that endeavor.

...

You are grasping for breath.

[violentrondo]

[Urk. Way to embarrass himself in front of someone new...]

I-I'm fine! [He's making an obvious effort to control his breathing now, standing and dusting off his robes.] Who are you, anyway?

[gallant_guardian]

My name is Agrias Oaks. I have no title.

[Well, she used to, but...]

[She also doesn't ask for Brady's, because it's decorum to answer after a question is asked. In spite of his abrasiveness, Agrias has no reason to doubt that he would not do this.]

[violentrondo]

Oh. Nice to meet you, I guess, uh... Agrias? Okay if I call ya that?

[And she's in luck - despite his looks and rough way of talking, Maribelle basically beat manners into him, especially when it comes to women.] Name's Brady. Ain't got no title neither.

[gallant_guardian]

Yes, that is fine. [Though she does consider the rest of the talk.]

No title? Ah, but you look a scholar to me.

[Though... she supposes that isn't so much a title but... hey, being educated is impressive. At least as far as she's concerned.]

[violentrondo]

Me, a scholar? Ha! That's rich. Naw, I ain't a scholar, but I am part of the priesthood. [He taps the healing staff he has with him on his shoulder to point it out.] I thought ya meant noble title or somethin'.

[Which he would have had, due to being Maribelle's son, if... the future hadn't gone to hell.]

[gallant_guardian]

Yes, that's right.

...

In a former life, I was a Guard Captain, however.

[violentrondo]

Guard Captain? Huh, that's pretty respectable. What, did ya... uh.

[Normally, Brady would just plow right on ahead and ask, but for once he manages to mind his tongue before potentially offending a stranger. She did bring it up herself, though...]

Did you lose it, or somethin'?

[gallant_guardian]

[Good man. She's liking you better already.]

I left, of my own volition. A threat greater than the war between the Order of the Northern Sky and the Order of the Southern Sky.

The Lucavi had returned.

[violentrondo]

Lucavi...? Ain't ever heard'a 'em.

[Then again, he hasn't heard of these... sky orders, either. Maybe it's a pegasus rider thing?]

[gallant_guardian]

Surely you have heard of demons, then?

[violentrondo]

Oh, yeah. Plenty'a stories 'bout 'em. Guess the Risen would be the closest thing I've seen, but... they don't really count. Why?

[gallant_guardian]

In the Kingdom of Ivalice, the Lucavi had taken over the bodies and minds of the leaders of the Church of Glabados.

You can see, then, the problem.

[violentrondo]

[... he has no idea what any of that is, either, but if Lucavi are similar to the Risen - ]

Yeah, yeah, I see it. But people're still bickerin' over things that don't matter in the face of that?

[His tone's a little bitter as he says that. He's seen that situation too many times before.]

[gallant_guardian]

I would be the same were I to not see one for myself.

[violentrondo]

So, what, the Lucavi thing ain't a public problem is what yer sayin'? People don't know 'bout it?

[gallant_guardian]

[She nods.]

Were they to be public of their deceit, our leader would not be branded with the title 'Heretic.' Even though his deeds are in the right.

[violentrondo]

So why don't ya just - wait, ugh, if no one's knows they've been taken over and they're in the church and all...

[No one would believe anything they say. He gives a frustrated groan.]

I ain't even dealin' with that and I'm gettin' frustrated! Can't imagine what it's like to live it.

[gallant_guardian]

Indeed.

[Though she knows better than to cast aspersions, she does give Brady a look that asks, "are you sure of the company that you keep?"]</small?

[violentrondo]

[He notices the look, although it takes him a few seconds to puzzle out what it means. Once he's got it, though, he puffs up, unable to help the scowl that curls his mouth.]

Ain't none of the people I know that are those... Lucavi things! Sure, some'a 'em are weird, but I trust 'em with my life! And I'd do everythin' I could to protect 'em back!

[There's a pause at that, before he deflates a little, though the reason for that has nothing to do with the possibility Agrias brought up.]

... even if it ain't all that much in the long run.

[gallant_guardian]

...ah.

Yes, you're right. My apologies, ser. I did not mean to be rude.

[She turns away a little, somewhat ashamed of her intent.]

Once you begin chasing hidden darkness, you begin to see it where none may actually dwell.

[violentrondo]

[And, for once, Brady softens up a bit - enough to actually give something of a small smile.]

Naw. I know how it is. I might not look like much, but... [Being born to a doomed timeline gives you plenty of experience. He doesn't say that, though, shrugs instead.] You trust yer friends, though, yah?