Thomas "Speed" Magnus (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mutriarchy) wrote2015-10-16 09:28 pm
mutriarchy) wrote2015-10-16 09:28 pm
voicetest prompts
prompts.
a) Toto, I don't think we're in Genosha anymore.
[ So.
In retrospect, it'd been a bad idea to let Wiccan try to get them out of a Shield trap. Sincerely. The worst they'd ever had. Worse than the time they'd try to bail out of family game night, worse than the time they'd burned their mom's favorite dress and tried to replace it with curtains, and definitely worse than the time he'd tried to take agent Rogue out on a date.
And that last one had landed him in a coma.
Still, shit had gone bad in a hurry. One second, Wiccan was holding onto him whispering his dumb little mantra (and he was whispering right along with him, like he usually did) and then suddenly the doors were bursting open and a word was misspoke and suddenly they weren't teleporting anymore. Wiccan gave a shout and he gave an equally alarmed cry and he pulls when Wiccan pushes and suddenly he was skidding across the ground, arse over teakettle again and again and again. His Magnus house finery was in shreds by the time he hit the tree, head spinning and dignity thoroughly dismantled. ]
I thought we agreed to work on those landings, Wiccan! [ Wait. This... This definitely isn't Genosha. He knows Genosha. The buildings. The places... The... Well, the people? Those.
Those don't look like mutants. He scrubs at a cut on his forehead and picks himself up, dusting himself off. ] ... Where are we?
[ ......... ]
... Wiccan?
b) Shenanigans.
Okay, but, listen: if we ditch the ball then we set the bar even lower and Mom can't be mad at us for missing another one. Then, when we want to get on her good side, we conveniently show up in the nick of time for some other hoity-toity event and our reputations are saved.
[ Thomas rakes his fingers through his tangled mess of hair, turning and shooting a pleading glance to his brother. ]
If Mom gets supernova mad, you can just blame me and it'll be fine! Come on! This is our chance to actually meet some real humans! Mingle, get to know them! Let them know that we're not all turning a deaf ear to their problems!
a) Toto, I don't think we're in Genosha anymore.
[ So.
In retrospect, it'd been a bad idea to let Wiccan try to get them out of a Shield trap. Sincerely. The worst they'd ever had. Worse than the time they'd try to bail out of family game night, worse than the time they'd burned their mom's favorite dress and tried to replace it with curtains, and definitely worse than the time he'd tried to take agent Rogue out on a date.
And that last one had landed him in a coma.
Still, shit had gone bad in a hurry. One second, Wiccan was holding onto him whispering his dumb little mantra (and he was whispering right along with him, like he usually did) and then suddenly the doors were bursting open and a word was misspoke and suddenly they weren't teleporting anymore. Wiccan gave a shout and he gave an equally alarmed cry and he pulls when Wiccan pushes and suddenly he was skidding across the ground, arse over teakettle again and again and again. His Magnus house finery was in shreds by the time he hit the tree, head spinning and dignity thoroughly dismantled. ]
I thought we agreed to work on those landings, Wiccan! [ Wait. This... This definitely isn't Genosha. He knows Genosha. The buildings. The places... The... Well, the people? Those.
Those don't look like mutants. He scrubs at a cut on his forehead and picks himself up, dusting himself off. ] ... Where are we?
[ ......... ]
... Wiccan?
b) Shenanigans.
Okay, but, listen: if we ditch the ball then we set the bar even lower and Mom can't be mad at us for missing another one. Then, when we want to get on her good side, we conveniently show up in the nick of time for some other hoity-toity event and our reputations are saved.
[ Thomas rakes his fingers through his tangled mess of hair, turning and shooting a pleading glance to his brother. ]
If Mom gets supernova mad, you can just blame me and it'll be fine! Come on! This is our chance to actually meet some real humans! Mingle, get to know them! Let them know that we're not all turning a deaf ear to their problems!
B OBV / ill come up with a better account later
[It's not a no, by any means. But, you know. Voice of reason here.]
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[That's settled, then.]
New York? Or is that too much for a first trip?
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Should be fine as long as we don't get caught. I dunno if diplomatic immunity matters much to the Thor Guard, and they'll be crazy mad if they catch us trespassing in another domain without Gramps' permission.
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[Because they could. You know. Get permission.]
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[There's a flare of blue around his hands for a long moment, until--]
Wait, how mad is he going to be if we do this?
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[Though considering it's Tommy, he shouldn't be surprised.]
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[Mom's gonna do one of her locating whatevers and- yep, off to attic they go until they're 21, at least.]
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You can't call it the slums just because it's a human city, Tommy. They'll lynch us.
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......
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BETRAYAL.]
You went without me?
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Oh no, not that face. ]
Just ran through it a few weeks back. No big deal!
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But we go everywhere together.
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Yeah but not... everywhere everywhere.
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[HE WOULDN'T GO TO WUNDAGORE WITHOUT YOU, BRO]