voice test ☀ joker

[jokered]

the hierophant; cafe leblanc

[most days have routine. get up, eat breakfast, hop on subway. school, meeting up with friends afterwards, and then a brief reprieve to do homework before some evening shenanigans.

but of course, some things don't always go as planned.

like the rare occasion where someone comes into the cafe leblanc for some coffee or curry (or perhaps both; they complement each other well here, after all) and the proprietor is nowhere to be seen. like this moment, for instance, when a certain scruffy-haired teen comes down the back stairs, bag slung over his shoulder (is that a cat popping its head out?), and he just pauses.]

Huh?

[he questions quietly, wondering why the place is unattended—he can only guess it was meant to be brief, and with the assumption that nobody would show up. whoops?

either way, it looks like akira is walking himself behind the counter, placing down the bag and picking up an apron like a semi-pro. unless you're one of the phantom thieves, in which case he's not helping your ass unless you ask, like a true pal.]

Can I help you?

[see? totally a pro!]

the magician; mementos

[how you got here may not matter. but it's certainly a strange looking subway station. it's devoid of people, but full of... something else. monsters? well, shadows, but this particular area seems to be devoid of even that.

until there's a rustling sound. one corner. the next. then behind a pole.

...do you feel like you're being watched?

...or maybe like someone is about to ambush you?

well, it doesn't matter, because as soon as joker has discerned that this isn't an aggressive shadow, but someone else, he'll somersault out from where he's hiding, gun in hand. to those who know him, he may seem familiar, even recognizable entirely. to anyone else, this masked trickster is joker of the phantom thieves. his smirk skirts on the dangerous side, knowing he's got someone cornered—though he doesn't seem particularly aggressive before asking the most important questions:]

Who are you? ["and why are you here?" he doesn't lower his gun completely though, instead twirling it in his hand.

show off.]

the chariot; texts

[did you want to make plans to hang out tomorrow? did you think akira would want a text from you?

...well, he probably does! except that he fell asleep, so being woken up to a text that says "do you have a second?" or some variation of it is going to be met with a response.]

1.

[and then, immediately after that, a second text:]

Time's up.

[nobody said it would be a helpful response. please though, continue.]

the fool; wildcard

[idk do whatever, make up some stuff!]

Comments

[courted]

[ Oh, she has spent hours painstakingly listing all the things she'd like to do to Sugimura.

1. Pelt him with vegetables.
2. Attack him with water guns.
3. Break into his house and refill all his shampoo bottles with glue -- okay, that last one is probably going too far. And definitely a probation violation.

Where were we? ... Oh! ]

Personally, I don't think blending in is something we should be trying to do. Does it ever make anyone truly happy?

[ A little more thoughtful than silly, perhaps, but still lighter than their conversation of a moment ago. ]

[jokered]

[she should probably just castrate him with her axe, that sounds like the best option.

...not that akira would say that. ouch.]

Maybe some people. [something something apathy.] Japan seems full of people who are okay with falling in line. Isn't that what makes us so different?

[courted]

[ That sounds messy. ... Not that Haru is dismissing the idea. ]

I think you could be right. I spent so many years trying to be the best daughter and heir I could for my father.

[ And she nearly ended up some douchebag's trophy. ]

I wish... [ Lips thinning a little, she stops without finishing her sentence. ]

[jokered]

[he knows that haru did her best and almost fell into a bad situation—but he also knows that he has a fighting spirit and will never fall prey to that sort of thing again.

she might need some guidance or support to get there and truly stand on her own, but akira believes in her.

...even if he's not entirely sure what that wish is, where he's going with that unfinished thought.]

...Hm? [he hums, canting his head to one side. he won't press her to finish that statement if she doesn't want to—but he is, admittedly, pretty curious.]

[courted]

Oh. [ Haru perks up again, smiling. ] It's nothing.

[ It could have been something, but in the three weeks between that tag and this one, Jes completely forgot what Haru was going to say next. :D ]

I believe we were talking about conducting our escapades worldwide, right? Is there anywhere you would like to go?

[jokered]

Oh, alright.

[alas, none of us will ever know what haru was wishing for. hm.

well, if she's okay with it, akira's really not going to make too much of a fuss here about it.]

I've never really thought about it. [honestly speaking.] Paris or London, maybe.