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Admiral Matthias Hull ([personal profile] hull) wrote2013-01-20 11:09 am

NPC VOICE TESTING POST

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[personal profile] dragoslav 2013-01-20 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Commodore Dragoslav did not, precisely, possess the bearing one might have expected of a soldier. She had responded promptly to Hull's summons, and now sat perched on the edge of one of the chairs in his office, legs crossed as she leaned forward with her chin resting in one hand. Though she was often hesitant to agree with him, she had to admit that he was right to be concerned -- this was an unprecedented event, at least in their lifetime, and it was more than worthy of their attention.

"Something as simple as a census might do well to help us get a hold on exactly how many transplants we've just had dropped on us. As for the rest, there's a lot of investigation to be done. I've never seen the island change so quickly, or on this large a scale. Even if the transplants have all come from the same place, you can't help raising an eyebrow at those numbers. We've never taken on so many, or so much at once."

[personal profile] dragoslav 2013-01-20 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
It was no secret that Justine was not quite as proficient with public relations as their Admiral -- the fact that he was trusting her to get personally involved with the newest batch of transplants only confirmed her suspicions that he was even more concerned than he let on.

The Ulrian Revolt. It was something every Atlantean learned about at an early age, a conflict that was often spoken of in hushed tones and certainly something that all present citizens wished to avoid a repeat of. She nodded stiffly in reply. Arguing was one of her many talents, but this was not a point she would seek to practice it on.

"Fine. Then we'll mingle. Make them feel welcome, help them settle, what have you." She had lost some of her usual flippancy. "How do you suggest we win them over this time, Cap? They're sure to have all kinds of questions. What supposedly comforting bedtime story should we be telling?"

[personal profile] dragoslav 2013-01-21 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Simple enough."

The Commodore leaned forward, rising from her seat as she offered him a shrug in reply, turning her hands up.

"So we'll tell them we don't know a damn thing, let them know we're all in the same boat and help them make themselves comfortable. That's fine. It should encourage some degree of trust, though it might not inspire confidence. Most people don't like their supposed leaders to sound so confused. But, I'll admit, we don't have a better option at the moment."
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[personal profile] downs 2013-01-20 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"We need their names, the names of their worlds, and more importantly, we need to know what they can and cannot do. And we need exact records of the alterations in the climate and tides. It could disturb the wildlife, especially if it happens again."

John looked moderately bothered, but that might just be the time of day. Or the fact that he had to socialize.
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[personal profile] downs 2013-01-20 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
'Jones' was always a topic John preferred to avoid - he wasn't particularly fond of what Matt had done to the dolphin.

He shrugged. "All we need is to appear as confused as they are, which isn't even far from the truth, given that we are having this meeting.

Less brash, you say? Just wait and see how they group together. Strangers are unlikely to stay very close upon arrival, those who knew each other before will. It isn't an exact system, but it spares the asking for the worlds. For now."
There's always the slightest hint of disgust in his voice when he talked about humans. As if he was explaining a type of vermin.
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In the Mountains

[personal profile] dexignated 2013-01-20 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Dex is currently patrolling his land. The other raptors have long since learned that he is not to be disputed. Though he bears many scars of challenges past, the glint and gleam of Atlantean Steel catches the light of the sun on his patrol, the protective plated covering making surprisingly little sound in his movements around the base of the mountains. He looks as if he is considering a venture into the dangerous rainforest.]
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[personal profile] downs 2013-01-20 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
If you go in there, you better take me with you, Dex.

[John is never opposed to a trip into the rainforest, all dangers aside. New species of plants and animals, no people whatsoever - what more could he want, really.]
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[personal profile] dexignated 2013-01-20 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Dex grins, or as close to grin as the raptor is capable of, sharp teeth gleaming and bright green eyes glancing at the sky human.]

John wants come wyth Dex? Foryst is myghty byg, Dex wants fynd new drynk source.

[He needed to, if the raptors were going to survive. The lack of rainfall lately had put a strain on the mountain streams.]
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DEX, YOU ARE TOO CUTE.

[personal profile] downs 2013-01-20 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
I will help you.

[Words only very, very few humans ever heard of him. Accompanied by a smile, even! Dex, you bring out the best in him. Sort of.

The lack of rainfall bothered him - it wasn't helpful at all, and not only the raptors could end in a bad place because of it.

And he doesn't want to be the one to have to suggest digging for water to Matt. Not this far into the wild.]


The arrival of all these new transplants disturbed... everything. Let's hope nature finds its balance again soon.
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[personal profile] dexignated 2013-01-20 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Balyence very much importyant. Dex no lyke dry skyes.

[He scratched restlessly at the ground with his powerful talon-claws, armor-spiked tail swishing behind him.]

Very much bad for Dexkyn. Not let thym die of drynkthyrst.
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[personal profile] downs 2013-01-20 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
We won't, trust me.

[He looks up.]

Time to get started?
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Wildlife - It scratches.

[personal profile] downs 2013-01-20 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
As much as John loved nature, nature didn't always love John. This occasionally lead to an unpleasant conflict of interests and in this case, the result were three nasty scratches across his right upper arm. Claw marks. Taking off his shirt - it'd taken quite some damage in the venture - he determined that it was in no way a big deal.

He'd had worse.

It still needed cleaning and bandaging, and apparently John could do both as long as he was allowed to curse. Loudly and profoundly.