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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[delinquere]

[ it suddenly makes sense why her dad used to crouch down to speak to his first grade students, it's so much easier for her to regard him and not feel talked down to when he's not literally talking down to her.

her head bobs in a nod. ] Yeah. I've had worse. [ now that she can breathe, she's pretty sure she can make it. as long as she doesn't focus on her ankle or her ribs or the other bruises they'd left behind under her tights and dress and sweater. she's going to start a collection of bruises. and one day she will donate all those collected bruised back to the people who had given them in the first place.

using his burly shoulder as leverage she pushes herself up, ignoring the flares of pain across her joints and bones. she's still holding on to him when she announces, in german again like a thank you: ] I'm Bliss.

[drang]

Your mother must have liked you. [ said with a chuckle, as he helps her to stand, and the first half-smile he's made since seeing the girl topple over in front of him. 'bliss'. sounds like a hippy name, but a complimentary one, at least. and yet, still better than his. ]

Wolfgang.

[ which is ancient as all fuck. no one's named wolfgang anymore. no one but him. he really doesn't know who to blame that one on. probably his father. whatever. she still doesn't seem steady enough for him to mentally justify letting her walk on her own, so he keeps on of her arms on his shoulders, and a hand at her back to help her along. moving fast would be prefered, but they're far enough gone he thinks they're likely safe until the bus stop. ]

You need to tell me who they are, how many of them there are, and who leads them. [ he rattles off, voice switching to business, a type of tone that's done this before, that knows how to plan this and how to carry it out. wolfgang has no illusions about who or what he is, not after his uncle's estate. it wasn't going to end with revenge. it's in his blood. the least he can do is apply it towards things he might be proud of. ] We aren't connected. They won't know to look for you with me.

[delinquere]

[ piano concerto no. 21 -- yeol eum son ]

Mozart. [ her lips twist up in a faint smile, humming under her breath in order to... not answer his question. not right now at least. she nods at his last comment, but focuses on humming and keeping a steady pace forward, trying her hardest not to limp and to put as much pressure on her knee and ankle as she can stand.

no use coddling herself. ]

[drang]

[ he snorts, shaking his head. do we want to talk about how many mozart jokes he's heard? we don't. ]

I'm shit at piano. [ better at shooting people. and picking up whe people are purposefully not telling him things. fine, it can wait. at least she's accepting help at all. ]

Why Berlin? [ why'd she run to here, since she's obviously foreign. or maybe she was already in berlin before they came for her. whatever. ]

[delinquere]

I was born here. My mother was German. She and Dad split up when I was a baby and I moved home with him. [ her mouth slants down in a frown. ] He named me. I came to see her during the summers and when I was fourteen she wouldn't let me go home. Dad tried to get her to give me back, but he was sick and by the time... [ the end of the sentence trails off into an obvious conclusion, bolstered by her use of the past tense. ] I have no where else to go.

[drang]

[ chatter like this is easy to make the walk go faster, even with the rain still drenching them. german mother, american (he assumes) father, yanked back and forth between the two. but something in the story seems to stick with him - they both wanted her. loved her. not a story of having no place, but having too many places, maybe.

but wolfgang's never been that optimistic. as soon as she reaches 'wouldn't let me go home', he doesn't think because she loved her too much. ] Why? What did she want from you? Just to keep you?

[ just you? just wanted her child near? that'd be nice, but he's not known the world to be that nice. 'was' sticks out, and it's difficult for him to relate. his father he didn't lose - his father he defeated. alone was a blessing for him, not a sorrow. he knows, though, that is hardly the case for most people, nor this girl, who seems very, very much alone now, and hurting because of it. ] I'm sorry. You have no other relatives here?

[delinquere]

[ the slight shake of her head sends water droplets flying, but they're both soaked so it doesn't do much. ] She just didn't want Dad to have me. She isn't... well.

[ that's putting it diplomatically, but in reality her mother is just as sick as her dad was, though instead of cancer she has something deeply pernicious and wily. she flat out refuses to get help and when bliss tried to help on her own-- ] She sent me away to boarding school, but it wasn't boarding school. She doesn't like what I can do, thinks it's evil, so she sent me away to have it-- [ she swallows, the hand clinging to his shoulder clenching roughly against him, nails digging into his jacket. ] Fixed.

I'm not evil. [ that last part is more for her own benefit, a soft reminder, than for wolfgang's. ]

[drang]

[ ah. Of course. Had to be something messed up. He's still not sure what 'what I can do' is supposed to entail, but figures it's something like the sensates - something normal people shouldn't be capable of. And he gets the idea the boarding school that isn't a boarding school is a lot like that surgery they wanted to do on Nomi that wasn't designed to actually help her any.

Poor kid. ]

You're too young to be evil. [ when you're a kid, the world around you makes you messed up. When you grow up, it's all on you to figure that shit out. Wolfgang's not sure what he'd call himself. Not good. 'Monster' still applies in a lot of ways. Maybe evil, maybe not quite, maybe varying degrees. it's not something he thinks on much, or typically feels much guilt for. perhaps that's what makes him so. But not because of what power he has. ] Evil's not what you are, it's the things you do.

[ as they round a corner, he tilts his head to look at her sidelong. ]

Ever killed anyone? Not in defense. [ of herself or someone else. not that that's the end all be all definition, but it's a good place to start. ]

[delinquere]

Yes. [ she looks up at him, wondering if he's going to change his mind on her state of good vs. evil. it was accidental, but it wasn't defense, she just couldn't control her abilities. ]

[drang]

Feel bad for it?

[ less the killing, more the guilt. things wolfgang doesn't have. never had. something he doubts kala could understand about him or forgive him for. things that won't change about him either. you can't form regret just in the want to be a better person.

if it's not there, it's just not there. ]

[delinquere]

[ her head ducks again. ]

No. [ she does sound guilty though. but it's more guilt that she doesn't feel bad than anything. it's a complicated guilt. ]