Voice Test ; Elliot [no game in mind]
[ Action ; A ]
[ Wherever you may be, you hear a piano playing. In one of the rooms, with the door part-way closed, a certain someone is passing time by playing the piano. If you catch a glance, he seems to be mostly relaxed as he practices. Come in? ]
[ Action ; B ]
[ There's a grouchy boy practicing his swordsmenship. Somewhere nearby, a black case lays open, as Elliot practices handling the weapon. He has decent skill, enough that he probably wouldn't die easily in a fight. But despite seeming quite absorbed in his practice, he'll stop suddenly if anyone gets even relatively close. And glare. ]
Hey. Does it look like it's a good idea to be walking so close right now? This isn't a show.
[ After giving a hard stare for a few seconds, he tries to correct himself. Still glaring, but trying not to be a jerk. ]
... Do you need something? What're you doing here?
[ Voice ; C ]
[ Likely after his practice, Elliot has realized that he isn't as skilled with a sword as he'd like to be. Even though it stings his pride, that fact isn't something Elliot can look away from. ]
I know I'm not here to be babysat and I don't need it... But if I'm going to be stuck here, I'm not going to be useless. I have a sword from home and I can't get any better practicing on my own. And no one else is going to get any better on their own either. So if you need a sparring partner... I'm looking for one. And maybe ... an instructor, or something.
[ Wherever you may be, you hear a piano playing. In one of the rooms, with the door part-way closed, a certain someone is passing time by playing the piano. If you catch a glance, he seems to be mostly relaxed as he practices. Come in? ]
[ Action ; B ]
[ There's a grouchy boy practicing his swordsmenship. Somewhere nearby, a black case lays open, as Elliot practices handling the weapon. He has decent skill, enough that he probably wouldn't die easily in a fight. But despite seeming quite absorbed in his practice, he'll stop suddenly if anyone gets even relatively close. And glare. ]
Hey. Does it look like it's a good idea to be walking so close right now? This isn't a show.
[ After giving a hard stare for a few seconds, he tries to correct himself. Still glaring, but trying not to be a jerk. ]
... Do you need something? What're you doing here?
[ Voice ; C ]
[ Likely after his practice, Elliot has realized that he isn't as skilled with a sword as he'd like to be. Even though it stings his pride, that fact isn't something Elliot can look away from. ]
I know I'm not here to be babysat and I don't need it... But if I'm going to be stuck here, I'm not going to be useless. I have a sword from home and I can't get any better practicing on my own. And no one else is going to get any better on their own either. So if you need a sparring partner... I'm looking for one. And maybe ... an instructor, or something.