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ρуяянα “ᴘ-ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ” ηιкσѕ. ([personal profile] reuser) wrote2015-02-16 06:50 pm

voice testing, sampling.

( Leave a comment for your character below. If you'd like me to write the starter, let me know and I will be on it like docket. )
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[personal profile] proudhearted 2015-02-26 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her smile is returned only with the beginnings of a faint, unimpressed frown; having spent a lifetime being patronized, he registers the otherwise innocuous look for one of condescension. Despite this, he offers no protests before falling into step with her. Odin’s own strides, a product of his height, are somewhat stumbling initially as he adjusts to the slowed cadence, but soon he is shoulder-to-shoulder with Pyrrha. Under normal circumstances, he would have wordlessly given her point, would have trailed behind her if only slightly to ensure he could keep an eye on her as well. These are not normal circumstances, and he does not wish to be the first caught by the city’s denizens.

When she speaks, he just shoots her an incredulous glance out of the corner of his eye. ]


N-no? [ he disagrees waspishly, the word emphasized into a challenge. ] You’re k-kidding me, ri-right?
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[personal profile] proudhearted 2015-02-26 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Whatever caricature of night exists beyond the skyline of this cold, unnatural city, Odin clearly does not care for it. He scoffs at her response, shakes his head once in mild disbelief, and then he is moving on from the subject. The material of the duffel bag hisses as it slides over the top of the gate. ]

H-how…how’d you do th-that? [ he demands once the gate has clicked shut, having noticed the small gesture. ] Did y-you signal…someone?

[ Somewhat ill at ease now, he peers around their immediate surroundings as if searching for her partner-in-crime who could possibly be controlling the gate. ]