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murdergame voicetesting with nin!

[The room you wake up in is not your own. In fact, you may not have been sleeping at all before you're suddenly waking up in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. The bed isn't terribly uncomfortable, but it certainly isn't the nicest thing either; it's a standard cot, surrounded by the towering stone walls of your room. There's a wooden desk with a plain key on it, a simple chair, and a mirror, but absolutely nothing else. No decorations, nothing to indicate where you are or how you got here, and certainly no answers.

Should you leave the room and start exploring, you'll find that you're in some sort of fortress. A medieval one, from the looks of it, given that there's no technology to be found anywhere and the laundry room involves no actual laundry machines. The front doors are sealed off with some sort of magic sigil and guarded by two hulking suits of armor that stand ominously in the way. They won't react if talked to or poked, but you get the distinct feeling that they're watching you...

The other rooms are about what you'd expect - a kitchen and dining room fit for function rather than fashion, an armory that is strangely empty aside from some training dummies, a war room that is really just a round table and chairs, and a small library. Not the most exciting thing in the world, but that's likely intentional.

After all, in the foyer there are two very important pieces of information behind unbreakable glass: the first are the rules, written in a flowing hand and dark ink with the usual rules - including one notable one about killing for your freedom. Beside it is a second set of information and pictures: profiles of all the Soldiers brought into this little game, it would seem.

Enjoy your stay in the Fortress; the General will be watching you.]

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Aliens?

[What the fuck's an alien, we definitely don't have any giant sea cucumber aliens(?) to worry about at any point—]

Our world is called Terca Lumireis. So it would seem that we're from entirely different worlds!

[Some...how. Don't think too hard about it.]

Yeah, aliens.

You're not from Elysium, so you must be an alien.

[He is entirely okay with this. His tone is that of someone meeting a new neighbor for the first time. There's no real wonder to it, just someone accepting it for what it is.

Well, okay he is kind of excited to learn more about Tecra Lumireis, but the notion that he's speaking to an alien doesn't lead into three hundred new questions or anything.]

[That... didn't really answer his question of what an alien is, but sure, he can accept that they're just someone from a different world! Apparently that's a thing where you're from! Wild!!]

Well, anyway! [Moving right along!!] Let's see what else this place has to offer us, ja?

[What more do you want from him?? You're not from the same planet as him, therefore, aliens! This is perfectly logical.]

Right. Yes. We still need to understand what's going on.

[So he just. Stomps off towards the library without another word.]

[Off we go! Yeager follows along, because of course he does.

The library isn't exactly all that impressive; it's rather small, with only a few shelves, some chairs and tables, and nothing really interesting. The books all seem to be really trashy fiction, of all things?? You've got the worst thrillers you've ever read, bodice-rippers, and terrible murder mysteries, among other such trash that probably won't prove all that useful.

Yeager flips through a few in silence before sighing.]

The selection is dreadful...

[And then there's Harry. A decorated police officer, who has found one of those trashy thrillers and has read through five pages in the span of as many minutes.]

Who reads this stuff?

[He says, having not put it back on the shelf.]

Nobody knows how actual police work happens. Don't these writers do research?

[You look suspiciously into that, Mr. Bois.........]

It would seem that they didn't bother! At least, from the ones I was looking at.

[Unsurprisingly, he pockets the book.]

Is it really all fiction? Not much of a library.

It is rather small...

[Though admittedly, he spends a lot of time in Aspio, city of ~~nerds~~ scholars, so he's used to much larger libraries. People even sleep on giant books there!!]

Well, let's keep going, ja? Surely there's something else of interest here.

Yeah. Of course.

[So off they go to the armory! Where Harry is immediately disappointed, because there's absolutely nothing interesting in here.

Well, maybe that's for the best. What with those ominous rules...

Anyway, he wanders up to the training dummy curiously.]

I've never seen anything like this.

[He's silent for a moment, running his hand against it. There's a long pause before he speaks again.]

What is this?

[Given the way Yeager lights up when they walk in, it seems Harry's not alone in that. He's quick to go searching through the display cases and weapon racks for absolutely anything of value but... yeah, there's nothing here. Absolutely no actual weapons, and no practice weapons either.

Yeager circles back around the room, looking a bit put-out, when he hears the question.]

You don't know? It's an armory - though I suppose now it's more of a training room, since there aren't any weapons to be found...

[Hmm! The training dummies look sturdy, at least, and Yeager walks over to get a better look at those. Yep, they'd definitely hold up well to a good old fashioned Tales training session, so at least there's that. If he had his weapon, which of course he doesn't.]

[He's silent for a long moment, bringing a hand to his mouth.]

Armories don't look like this.

[He looks around the room again, frowning.]

Budget is shit, so the RCM's isn't big, but it has gun cabinets. Storage for defensive vests, such as they are. That sort of thing. This is just... nothing. Besides the weird mannequins.

Training dummies.

[He corrects it absently as he considers the rest of that. What good would vests do for defense???]

It's certainly closer to what an armory would look like where I'm from, although the lack of weapons certainly is a bit disappointing...

[Maybe if he was Yuri Lowell he'd give the training dummy a punch before leaving, but Yeager doesn't use his fists to fight. Alas.]

Tell me about your guns, though! We don't have very many in Terca Lumireis; they're a relatively new technology.

Training dummies? Sounds like something out of a fantastique.

[They're probably in Wurral... hm. Something to ask Kim later.

As for the guns, he rubs at the back of his head again.]

I don't know what to tell you. They're just... guns. RCM ones are all front-loaders, three bullets max. You can find broken down jacketed breach-loaders from the Revolution, but they don't make bullets for those anymore. And there are mercs who have automatic weapons. They're terrifying things.

[A shiver passes over him. He's definitely talking from personal experience.]

I hope I never see them again.

[............]

Bullets?

[YOU LOST HIM LIKE TWO SECONDS IN, SORRY BUDDY]

[The blank look he gives the guy just gets blanker over time.]

...yes?

[o...kay, now we're both just confused, this is going swimmingly.]

That's what your guns fire, ja? Ours are... [brief gesture??] I suppose you could call them small explosions of aer.

[Con...siders...]

That's "a-e-r", not the air we breathe. You... don't have that either, do you.

[That's not even a question, he's so tired already.]

Uh, no.

[Though now he's REALLY curious because it sounds kinda cool.]

Bullets are... [another long pause] ...small projectiles. They go very, very fast. Getting shot in a vital organ is usually fatal. Even if it's not a vital organ, it could hit an artery, cause you to bleed out. Infections can happen... it's bad.

And that's with a front-loader. Automatics can hit you dozens of times before you've even hit the pavement.

[Okay, this he can follow! Yeager nods, clearly interested.]

The guns we have can't fire that quickly! Even the smaller ones can't do that much damage.

[Fascinating! Shame the library didn't have any books on how that works, because he'd love to bring some notes back for the Soul Smiths to study. For Leviathan's Claw's benefit, of course.]

Only automatics can, really. The front-loaders are used sparingly; every shot of them counts.

The RCM really needs better armor to protect from those. I got shot in the leg by one. Nearly died.

[Actually, Yeager has probably noticed he still walks with something of a limp. His leg has yet to fully heal.]

[Oh, that would explain that! Yeager nods, but it doesn't exactly seem very sympathetic.]

Ours aren't nearly as dangerous. It takes more than a few shots to kill monsters, after all!

[And humans. But he will not say that so you don't question how he knows that.]

[Harry is either oblivious, or too focused on other aspects of the conversation to even notice.]

Monsters, huh? Now that really does sound like something out of a fantastique.

[The grin on his face is extremely awkward, and it's gone after a moment.]

Your world doesn't have them?

[But what do you... do... if you aren't fighting monsters??]

We have to keep them out of our towns and cities with barriers; they're simply everywhere.

No. Other people are frightening enough.

Fifty years ago, the Revolution was sparked. [Even knowing they're from two different worlds, he doesn't elaborate beyond the name. The implication there is probably obvious: there has only ever been one revolution.] My city lost the war so badly the government was dissolved by the Coalition, and has been controlled by them ever since.

[This clearly bothers him a great deal. It's been something he's thought about for a long while now.]

40 million people died in the war. I think that's much scarier.

[Other people are frightening enough.

Heh, he's certainly not wrong there.]

My, that sounds truly dreadful. We've been lucky to avoid casualties that great.

[Though does Vesperia even have 40 million people?? Citation needed.]

We've also been lucky enough to avoid conflict between people, but we did have a dreadful war with monsters some years back. Some of them truly are something else...

[And for a moment, he seems uncharacteristically serious, eyes drifting away to focus somewhere else... But the moment's over quickly when Yeager claps once again, right back to his obnoxiously cheerful self.]

But there's no sense in dwelling on such unpleasant topics, ja? Let's see what else is here!

[And off he goes... Are you following??]

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