Voice Test

[defendless]

{A}

[If you find yourself in the woods for any reason, and you happen to be preparing food, you might turn around and find yourself with a certain fluffy visitor, staring intently at your meal with his stomach rumbling loudly.]

{B}

[Alternatively you stumble across a man face down on the ground in the middle of fucking nowhere. If you come close enough to check, he does seem to be alive, just unconscious, and actually starting to wake up!]

{C}

[Or there's a Zeno in your setting. Who knows why! (BECAUSE IF ENOUGH YEARS PASS IT'S EASY TO SAY HIS FANTASY SETTING BECOMES YOUR SETTING, MAYBE HUMANITY STRAIGHT UP FUCKING RESTARTED, WHO KNOWS? THIS MAN IS OLDER THAN THE HILLS.) Anyway follow your dreams, feel free to start something more specific or ask me to start something more specific within certain lines, I'm really excited please love me.

Also feel free to just straight up game setting this shit. Court/AFD/QM/LR this shit come at me bros.]

Comments

[defendless]

[laughs lightly]

If I could ease your worries so easily, I'd happily do so. But you shouldn't worry about me. I can take care of myself.

[theyregooddogs]

I—[sigh] I wasn't asking.

[defendless]

Zeno knows. No questions, right? So he volunteered it.

[theyregooddogs]

No questions, because I don't want to know anything about you. The less I know, the better.

[defendless]

That's true. Zeno won't tell you more then.

[theyregooddogs]

Thanks.

[now, we can both eat in silence???]

[defendless]

[works for zeno!]

[theyregooddogs]

[and it works just fine for will! he glances out at random intervals to the woods in different directions and zeno before focusing back on his food, quickly finishing]

[defendless]

[Zeno's pretty good at looking like he's not really paying attention to anything much at all, but he is noticing that. And. Well. It kind of explains Will's reactions, doesn't it? No questions, though, so he just finishes up quickly too.]

[theyregooddogs]

. . . You can leave the dish there.

[defendless]

[sets his dish down right there, politely and stands.] Thanks again.

[theyregooddogs]

Mm.

[not looking at him, rather off to the side]

[defendless]

[...following his gaze]

[theyregooddogs]

[there's nothing of note, but will resettles, sitting up and looking at xeno]

We're done here, aren't we?

[defendless]

We are. Zeno wishes you the best of luck, mister.

[and heading away from the road again.]

[theyregooddogs]

[cool ........ cool, cool, cool. will is just going to wait and see if xeno is either killed, kills someone, or mercifully disappears into non-existence while finishing up his fishing trip]

[defendless]

[Zeno seems to be well and truly gone. But well, if Will finds blood somewhere in the woods later, there doesn't seem to be a body associated, so it probably isn't an issue? Maybe?]

[theyregooddogs]

[no, it is an issue which is why will was hiding in the woods to begin with???? people are so messy and difficult.

he is going to gauge amount of blood, the trail, and age, etc etc. all that csi, godmode stuff, you know.]

[defendless]

[FATAL AMOUNTS OF HUMAN BLOOD, not all that old the trail still fresh enough to follow to the nearest stream Where Zeno is stripped down to his pants, trying to wash his clothes of the blood before it cakes in. He's... notably uninjured, but has weird patches of golden scales in places where he was injured by whatever- or whoever- he tangled with.]

[theyregooddogs]

[coming up with gun lowered but still held in front of him, at the ready. will's face twists when he finally sees zeno, he's visibly uncomfortable and mad]

What happened.

[defendless]

[well fuck. immediately balls up his bloody clothes and drops them in the stream, he'll retrieve those later. smiling brightly!!] Zeno wrestled a bear!

[theyregooddogs]

[and will raises his gun with a slight tremor, voice wrought]

Your neck would be snapped in two while you were drug to a cave. —Go fish out those clothes. They're evidence.

[defendless]

[holds his hands up politely.] Alright, alright. Mister doesn't need to do anything drastic. [mostly because it would be more traumatic for Will to shoot him and see him regenerate, probably. Or see the bullet flatten striking his skin, if it hit scales. That'd be Awkward.]

[theyregooddogs]

The clothes, Zeno!

[defendless]

I'm doing it. Don't panic, okay? [wading downstream quickly, grabbing them where their progress had been slowed by a shallower patch. so much for that.]