Sense8 Voice Testing - Sun, Kala & Wolfgang

[wuzzafuzzle]

okay so i'll put up some prompts for them..... once i can brain some D: but in the mean time feel free to leave me anything - a prompt, a picture (or set of pictures), a tfln, or a like tdm style thing for any game i'm familiar with 8|a IDK I'LL ROLL WITH IT AND IF I HAVE QUESTIONS, I WILL TRACK YOU DOWN NO WORRIES

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Wolfgang!

[drang]

[delinquere]

[ racing down the street, the sound of her duct taped converse slapping against the wet pavement precedes any actual visual of whomever is doing the running. at least until she rounds the corner, stark and pale when she's caught in the streetlight, and then flying tousled green head over feet as her shoe snags a sewer grate. apparently, all instinct is lost and she doesn't even manage to put her arms out to catch herself, just goes flying across the pavement and up on to the curb in a heap, junk spilling out of her bag while she moans pitifully as the force with which she fell reminds her of every joint and bone in her body -- mostly because every single one of them is probably now bruised.

eloquently, she whines from under a curtain of soggy teal curls: ] Fuckin' fuck.

[drang]

[ cold, miserable downpour is nothing new to berlin, or to wolfgang, nor is finding himself on his way back to his apartment while it strikes without an umbrella, because what fucking german mobster actually carries umbrellas around with them? or people in general, under the age of 60, who aren't also business men/women. what is new is a flailing blur of teal and teenager rushing past him like a disaster in motion.

slash. teal and teenager and bag contents now scattered on the sidewalk. also a roadblock, but he's not quite so much of a douche that he'd just step over a injured child sprawled on the sidewalk and keep going on his way. he does, however, take a moment to furrow his brow down at her, as if trying to decide how and why this occurred to begin with. ]

Shouldn't run. It's wet. [ NURR HURR HURR. Anyway, he's crouching down to help gather her stuff up, at least, and get it out of the water. hopefully some of its salvagable. ]

[delinquere]

[ she makes a face, reflexive, at his comment, the most universally teenage reaction on the planet. and then her brain seems to actually turn on and she notices him collecting her stuff for her. which is nice, sure, but it only prompts another round of cussing. ]

Shit, damn it! [ maybe she only knows how to swear, she just don't know, but she hastily tries to shove her wallet and cracked iphone back into her bag, looking over her shoulder like she can see down the street she just raced up. she can't, but it's not hard to guess that she was running because she's being chased. ] I have to go, thanks. I -- Oh.

[ tampons on the ground. not salvageable, much like her dignity. SIGH. WHY TODAY. WHY NOW. WHY LIFE. still! cheeks flushed with adrenaline and embarrassment, she pushes to her feet, wincing violently. ]

[drang]

Shit. [ he knows what someone on the run looks like. he's been that before - not quite so clumsy, but he's been there. often enough to know he probably shouldn't get involved. sort of too late now, and maybe there's something in helping the others in his, what's the american call it, cluster, that's made it sort of kneejerk now. ]

Not that way. [ wolfgang tells her, when he sees the girl trying to struggle up and continue the way she was headed. not down the main road. too easy to follow, too intuitive. ] That way, you're fucked.

[ his hands move faster to gather up her stuff, sees the tampons, doesn't really care much about what they are, and snatches them up. they're breadcrumbs now, and he throws them as far down the street as he can, making it look like they'd fallen out while she kept running down the street. ]

Get up. [ the wince doesn't go unnoticed, and he drags on of her arms over his shoulders, more hauling her to the side and into an alleyway than helping her to walk. the first corner he sees, he's turning down, and hopefully, getting out of sight by the time her pursuers catch up. ]

[delinquere]

[ he's a giant. this is what she discovers as he effectively drags her to safety. he's a giant and she's dwarved in comparison. she's always known she was short, but now it's an actual, quantifiable fact of life. which is mostly her thought process as she lets herself be towed away from the main street and off to an alley. dimly she registers alley as a Genuine Bad Idea™ because she's a teenage girl and it's not like alleys and teenage girls ever end well for the girl.

but considering her other option was kidnapping and probably death...

she doesn't put up even an iota of a fight, even finding her footing eventually and supporting herself a little more as she hurries alongside him. but she's cold and soaked and sore so the effort flags after a couple blocks; breath heavy, thin shoulders trembling from the cold. ]

Have to stop. [ shaking her head, she adds in english, german failing her in her fatigue: ] I can't... I need to rest. Please.

TFLNS

[drang]

[1] Soooooo I may or may not have accidentally been a catalyst in a destroyed marriage.

[2] I found one of those wine glass confetti bits in my ass crack.

[3] This may be the alcohol talking, but I'm pretty sure I know Spanish now.

[4] pesky things like morals, self-preservation and cowardice are not needed. overkill is nothing but a word. there will be blood.

[5] Just please don't close your legs while I'm down there again. I don't want my death to be labeled as "Head crushed while giving an individual cunnilingus".

( two. )

[pornhub]

[ They met at a party hosted by Lito. Dani had flirted up a storm with the buff German man with the fantastic body. It had been wonderful. The confusing conversations not so much. She doesn't understand the whole mental connection thing and trying to had made her head hurt and forced her to reach for another glass of champagne. But as long as everyone is beautiful she's fine with knowing all of them. ]

don't you feel much classier?

[drang]

[ meeting one of the other seven he's had randomly appearing in his day to day life for he last few months actually in person was strange, but lito's a good man. and thankfully having him around meant he could actually understand all of the spanish going on around him, so long as lito's within range. ]

not sure. if i were waking up in a five star hotel bed instead of bare assed on lito's couch, maybe. the leather sticks.

[pornhub]

i told you you could have joined me.

[ She can't help herself. She likes to flirt. ]

has he tried to spritz the couch yet? he will. he's very fussy.

[drang]

will i be treated with more class than lito has?

[ nah, because there's kala, and not only would he feel guilty but thinking about her has a bad habit of summonning her and that would be awkward as all fuck. ]

he's not spritzing shit while i'm still on it. and leather sticking to my ass is preferred over moving right now. [ because hangover. he was wasted enough to have confetti somehow sneak into his butt, there is definitely hangover. ]

3

[tequilasquared]

de verdad amigo? no lo puedo creer.

[Here to shit on that particular parade.]

idk google translate. i knew german once but it was high school oops.

[drang]

[ this is fucking rude ]

ich habe eine text ich brauche dich um zu lesen. arschloch.

[ outloud and in his brain-presence or whatever this crap is that they do. spanish hack. ]

/expects my 5 years of high school german to help.

[tequilasquared]

[So fucking rude.]

...tienes un texto?
xk no puedes leerlo tu mismo?

[Apparently this is: assholes refuse to speak common tongues yet somehow understand one another: the game.]

((you have a text? why can't you read it yourself))

oh sob i only had 3 and it was uhhhh legit 8 years ago, i'm fucked, don't judge me

[drang]

[ rudeness international. ]

vielleicht will ich es klingt dramatischer. das ist ihr job , nicht wahr?

[ hivemind is the best, tbh. and is ridiculously trippy when drunk. maybe he's better at hiveminding when drunk. probably. ]

(( maybe i want it to sound more dramatic. that's your job, isn't it? ))

MoM Universe Prompts

[drang]

[ A ] RPG SUMMONING;

Hm.

[ ‘RPG summoning’. That’s what the file says. Along with ‘Sensate’, but that one he already knows. Mostly. Sort of. ‘Sometimes I see people who aren’t here, about seven of them, sometimes I kick ass for them’. There. Sensate. Whatever. The RPG thing is new, and probably more useful, if it’s as straight-forward as it sounds.

Hm. Alright, let’s try this. The German - blond, tall, muscled and wearing a leather jacket in Florida summer heat - stops mid-sidewalk. Glances around. Spots a trash can off to the side, in an alley. If you don’t brush right past and continue on your walk around him, you might see the man pace over, peer down into it, and then glance up and to the side, as he reaches a hand down into the bin. Gross.

Aaaaand, comes up with an RPG gripped in his hand a moment later, a banana peel unceremoniously topping it. Not completely pulled free, granted, but it’s definitely something big and explosive, from what can be visible if you’re at the right angle. ]

Okay. [ Wolfgang nods, brows lifted, and seems to have arrived at approval. Yes. This is fine. ] Good.

[ just gonna casually place the RPG back into the trash can and let it go, before he continues on with his walk. glad we worked that out. ]

[ B ] HEROPA AND BULLSHIT CARS;

What’s the point?

[ some point after making it away from the porter and all the soldiers dragging him here and there and being so freakishly helpful, Wolfgang’s finally free of them, and makes it out into the city. it’s a street side, mid-day, and he stands with a cigarette in one hand, watching the hover-cars go by with a ‘what the actual shit is this’ sort of furrow to his brow as they pass. ]

Two, three feet taller? [ he’s not really intending to talk to anyone in particular - just talking. maybe to people passing by, maybe to the people in the cars themselves, and pauses to puff at the cigarette for a moment, thoughtfully. Mostly to himself. ] Speed limit’s still the same.

[ okay now he’s actually raising a hand to gesture at a speed limit sign. seriously, people, it’s just a hovering car for the sake of a hovering car? one of them putters by in front of him, window down, and wolfgang bends some at the waist to actually comment to the driver idly, like they were holding a conversation this whole time, shaking his head. ]

You just look like a tool.

[ C ] NETWORK;

The cameras they put outside housing. You’ve seen those?

[ said in the tone of ‘you’re not all fucking blind, right?’ ]

What do they do if you take them apart? Fine? Arrest? [ both of those he’s making a ‘meh’ face about, like these are the trivial things not to be concerned about. ] Strongly worded letter?

[ Wolfgang lets out a short, sharp snort of a laugh, one corner of his lips quirking. Okay, well, if no one’s going to tell him anything worse than that, tbh, he’s gonna go whack that thing down like an unwanted wasp nest. That shit’s just obnoxious. ]

c.

[caerulea]

all of the above?

never tried. it's government housing though, isn't it?

[drang]

seems like. or luxury prison.

[ a soldier dropped him off at the front door, so, he's assuming it's something to do with government. ]

[caerulea]

i'm not usually that paranoid.

but it's a reason to move out.

[drang]

maybe you should be

welcome check was enough for groceries, not loft deposit and rent. [ which makes sense. the whole Military Being Really Sweet And Accomodating thing is enough to make him feel like things are hella off here. ]

[EUDIO TEST] Masquerade - since i wrote this to play with Kala's mun, i'll toss it here too

[drang]

[ parties are not his scene. dress up parties are even more not his scene. wolfgang knows clubs, or dim pubs, with smoke setting a haze on the dance floor and too many bodies too involved in their own enjoyment to pay any special attention to the others, unless they're one of those close, moving against them to the thrum of music that quakes the floor with its bass line. this sort of thing? with suits and granduer and invites checked at the doors and chandeliers overhead? not something that outright makes him uncomfortable (it's hard to really make him uncomfortable in his own skin), but it's not a sort of setting he's found himself in much.

but it's the kind of thing kala would love. the lights, the dancing, the romantic sort of fantastical feel of masquerade. so, he's here. he didn't dress himself, because wolfgang isn't even going to pretend that he knows anything about formalwear, aside from what you wear to a funeral, and even less so anything about themed dress. it'd been a friend (maybe lito, maybe someone else who seems good at these things) that found him something event appropriate to put on, and a relatively simple mask was slapped on just before holding out his invitation to the doorman. it'd be a lie if he said we wasn't considering pulling the thing off and pretending a pair of sunglasses passed for a mask. that would be cheating. and tacky, but the tacky part he cares a lot less about.

once inside, wolfgang's head cranes to examine the ballroom with mild interest, and skims the other attendees momentarily, observing casually, taking it in, before he paces towards the open bar, keeping an eye out for Kala as he goes. ]

Sun!

[illbebak]

TFLNS

[illbebak]

[1] This makes me concerned. Not enough to actually do anything about it, but yeah.

[2] I am naked and annoyed.

[3] Your keys are upstairs on the nightstand or I put them in the hole in the wall.

[4] I didn't want to fight, I just wanted to tell you to fuck off.

[5] When are your genitals available?

Kala!

[currybomb]

TFLNS

[currybomb]

[1] Did we do drunk science last night? There's tequila in the test tubes...

[2] Why does your place smell like gin and misery?

[3] ...I watched him run on the beach yesterday and I think I started ovulating.

[4] I almost forgot to feel shameful, if that answers your question.

[5] What's the polite way to tell someone she's a grown ass woman and she needs to start acting like it?