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honkai: star rail voicetesting
Hey all, you know exactly what this is: another voicetesting post! This time it's Honkai: Star Rail-flavored. Listed below are the characters I'd like to voicetest. I have prompts available for them in the comments below!
By default, I will be avoiding spoilers since it's pretty easy with most of these characters. If you want to get into backstory stuff, there likely will be spoilers, so please be aware of that. If you'd like to do spoilery threads, just let me know, and I'll mark spoilers appropriately in my comment headers.
The prompts I have are all murdergame themed, of course. Listen, murdergame settings just work really well for voicetesting for me, don't ask questions!! I am perfectly fine with other settings if none of these prompts speak to you or you'd like to do something different! I love crosscanon threads, OCs, and assumed CR so feel free to throw whatever at me!
By default, I will be avoiding spoilers since it's pretty easy with most of these characters. If you want to get into backstory stuff, there likely will be spoilers, so please be aware of that. If you'd like to do spoilery threads, just let me know, and I'll mark spoilers appropriately in my comment headers.
The prompts I have are all murdergame themed, of course. Listen, murdergame settings just work really well for voicetesting for me, don't ask questions!! I am perfectly fine with other settings if none of these prompts speak to you or you'd like to do something different! I love crosscanon threads, OCs, and assumed CR so feel free to throw whatever at me!
INFORMATION:
i don't know what you expected tbh
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Age: 32 | Species: Cyborg | Occupation: Galaxy Ranger
Dislikes: The IPC, inaction, injustice, anyone tampering with him.
Traits: Fierce, energetic, flexible, brash.
Trivia: Boothill chose to replace his body with cybernetics!
arrival;
exploration;
motive;
all fun and games;
Fun and Games
Paranoia.
Betrayal.
And yet, there are those who have only doubled down on their refusal to give in. Caution has not not faltered to instability. It's fascinating to watch the way his peers respond to each murder by becoming more bonded and defiant. They adapt and cope the same as before.
Although... the party is a bit much. And Alhaitham has also been forcibly dragged into things by The Extroverts and now he and Boothill are locked in a closet. Don't ask me the details.]
Are we? [He raises a brow. There is the obvious other solution but he's taking that as Boothill rejecting the idea.
So he reaches into his belt pouch. And pulls out a book.]
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Well, yeah, figured you probably wouldn't wanna— You're just gonna ignore me?
[wow, rude???????? how could you do this to boothill who thrives on attention???]
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Not like you've given me much of a chance, you know.
[But he peeks over Alhaitham's shoulder to try to get a look at the book.]
So what's it about? If it's caught your interest that hard, it better be a muddle-fudgin' amazin' book.
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Without looking up:] It only has to be more interesting than you. Are you incapable of sitting still for a few minutes?
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How the fudge is this more interestin' than a person?
[He just sounds baffled rather than offended, but he has one takeaway here: Alhaitham is a big, huge nerd.]
And yeah, I didn't exactly come prepared to sit in the dark for seven minutes.
[He can't even stretch out in here!! Terrible.]
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[And there is only one man who he's willing to entertain ceaseless complaints from. Not Boothill.]
It's an easy choice between listening to that or this book.
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[The sound is annoyed, but Boothill can tell this is a losing battle. So he'll switch tactics.]
Why don't ya tell me 'bout yourself, then? What is it that you do, where you're from?
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exploration
Dan Heng had checked out the library first of all, but most of the books are bland fiction or written in a dialect he's never seen — which is strange to him in and of itself. Suffice it to say, there wasn't anything to be learned there, either. It's actually only chance that they run into each other again.
He's not really big on games like this, though he idly thinks that Caelus might enjoy some of them. But there's one Galaxy Ranger cyborg tearing it up at a machine. Dan Heng finds himself stopping to watch. ]
Oh, no. I think you're doing well enough on your own. By all means, continue.
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Where's your fightin' spirit? C'mon, join me! Promise I won't kick your ads too badly.
[He will gladly continue to play DDR if left to his own devices, but now he's curious how Dan Heng would do with this little game. Admittedly, this isn't exactly productive, but he's had no luck finding anything useful so why not take a break and enjoy some dumb game?]
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[ He says with a sigh, not even wanting to repeat the phrase. ]
— has nothing to do with playing games.
[ It isn't productive, but that's not his beef with it. His problem is how public this is. He seems a lot more unflappable than he is, and the idea of doing some silly dancing game and being terrible at it where other people can see is just too much to deal with.
Despite his argument, he hasn't walked away, either. He should! He should just turn and walk out of this arcade. But... ]
You shouldn't assume you'll win, though.
[ Maybe he has been spending too much time with both Caelus and March. ]
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Yeah? So you gonna prove me wrong?
[He gestures to the machine with a smirk. C'mon, Dan Heng, you know you want to...]
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Of course Dan Heng knows better than to rise to bait like this. He hesitates, telling himself to just walk away and go do anything else.
In the end, maybe it's just pride that wins out, the annoyance at the assumption that he would lose grating on him. Anyway, it's not like he's found anything useful to do here. ]
One game.
[ He's insistent about that part, at least for the time being. ]
You first, since you're already here.
[ He wasn't really watching closely last time. He wants to see how it's done; this is a strategic move on his part. ]
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Sure, I'll give ya a leg up so I don't crush ya too badly.
[Wow!! Anyway, he selects a song at random - something fast-paced and busy with arrows from the looks of the preview - and gets started. Boothill is a quick learner and this sort of thing is easy for someone with his reflexes. If you can dodge a bullet, you can play DDR.
He reaches the end of the song with a decently high rank; still room for improvement, but a good showing none the less.]
You wanna pick the song out for us?
[This is a two player DDR set so there's a second pad of arrows for Dan Heng now that he's seen how it's played!]
arrival
Perhaps, then, it's a good thing that the room is quiet. Only the sounds of their breathing are heard.
Norton would prefer to be out of sight for now, until he can be sure that he is safe.]
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Yeah, a muddle-fudgin' son of a nice lady who can't even be bothered to show themselves is a coward, don't ya think?
[...he's assuming that Norton is the mastermind here, sorry Norton.]
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[Norton will have to correct him then.
He cracks his back and neck as he pushes off the wall he's been leaning against, before he no longer has to crack anything, bone giving way to rock as he walks towards the light. Becoming "Fool's Gold" has always been a process, one that he will never enjoy, but when he has actually become his other half, he can never resist the power this body gives him.
It's with this body that he greets the stranger who has the audacity to accuse him of masterminding this. He's not so roundabout with his ways of killing people.
He might as well be blocking out light with his size, even if he's already in it. Though that doesn't stop any from peeking through the hole in his torso, or the little gaps between his stones.]
Could you repeat everything you said? [Even his voice has changed, due to a lack of lungs. Everything is now much raspier, almost like one who can only whisper, but must raise their voice in order to be heard.]
motive;
But, as for Welt, he is holding his envelope. Is it because he is a coward, that he hasn't opened his as of yet? It could be any number of events...the unlimited possibilities having him reluctant to gaze upon even one. So instead, he raises his head, turning his attention to Boothill, letting out a sigh in a puff of air. ]
...Once again he has tried his hand very hard at forcing others to play along with his ill-conceived game.
[ He pushes his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. ]
Do you mind if I joined you on your walk?
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Age: 27 | Species: Human | Occupation: Salesman
usingcollaborating with others, causing problems on purpose, being threatened with a good time.Dislikes: People catching onto his schemes too early, bad deals, being threatened with a bad time.
Traits: Suspicious, outgoing, relaxed, cunning.
Trivia: Sampo can walk on snow without leaving footsteps!
arrival;
exploration;
whodunnit;
challenge;
whodunnit
He raises a hand in greeting. ]
Good morning! Why, yes, I got plenty of sleep-
[ Then, the scent of blood hits, and Aalto spots the the trail. His eyes dart to it. His smile turns wry, and his eyes narrow. ]
and it looks like someone else got a good night's rest, too.
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Sampo's eyes follow Aalto's, though he doesn't look particularly surprised or upset by the trail of blood. Just as expected, really, even if it did take a little longer than Sampo would have assumed.]
You have quite a terrible sense of humor, don't you?
[...never mind that he's struggling not to grin, okay.]
Seems as though some of our friends aren't taking this all that well, so how's about you and I go take a little look-see?
[The blood trail has been noticed by those around them, and there's already a cacophony of noise from disbelief to anger to anguish. This isn't exactly the best place for a casual talk about murder. So let's go find a body!!]
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Well, someone's gotta take a look. Let's go.
[ The smile on his face fades, and he heads towards the blood trail, drowning out the noises around him. While Aalto hasn't seen a lot of death himself, it's also not new to him, and he's put together when he approaches the body. All he sees is an open palm peeking out from behind the corner, and when he turns it...
...Well. That sure is a body, alright, with slashes all across the torso. He glances at it, and for a second, there's a hard stare on his face as he takes everything in. By the time Sampo joins him, though, his expression mellows out into something more relaxed. It's still not very pleased, though, don't get him wrong. ]
Seems like someone was tired of playing house. Can't blame 'em, but it's a shame that this is how they went about it.
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Age: 24 | Species: Avgin | Occupation: Senior manager of the IPC Strategic Investment Department
Dislikes: Plans going awry, getting close to others, being used, the IPC.
Traits: Flamboyant, confident, manipulative, anxious.
Trivia: Aventurine has wagered his life multiple times!
meeting;
afterparty;
exploration;
all fun and games;
Meeting
He hadn't really intended to engage with Aventurine while entering the kitchen, but he's beckoned with a question that catches his interest enough to stop.]
That depends if you're looking for thoughts on the situation we're in or the people here.
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A little of both, if you're so inclined. Our fellow captives are quite interesting, aren't they?
[It's said in a completely neutral tone, as if he's observing them rather than actually dealing with them personally. And to some extent, he is; Aventurine has a tendency to watch the others whenever they're all gathered, and he's been busy forming opinions on all of them - Alhaitham included.]
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His gaze flickers in a once over and he folds his arms.] We can at least discern that whoever is behind this has both the wealth and power to compromise multiple people without any concern about their extravagant setup being disrupted. As for their motive... we know too little to create an accurate profile, but I believe this is likely for entertainment rather than study.
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I'd imagine we'd be in a proper lab if this were for study, but perhaps our little overseer is doing things their way. Too soon to tell, really.
[Which is frustrating, but more or less expected of this situation.]
Have you tried talking to them yet?
[Aside from the initial meeting with the Benefactor, there's a phone in each of the rooms that connects only to the Benefactor's line. It's an old-fashioned phone, the kind that has a proper dial, but attempting to input any numbers doesn't work.]
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And the direct contact with their overseer for anything other than an emergency. If it was research, it would be so embarrassingly badly set up it would shame even first-years at the Akademiya.]
No. Have you?
[Someone would have tried, of course. It never had to be him.]
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[No sense in lying about it - as of right now, it's better to keep his options open, so hiding information from the others would be truly foolish.]
He's been as infuriatingly vague as you'd expect, though. The most I was really able to get out of him was a cryptic "wait in see" with regards to how exactly all of this will work if someone does decide to play his little game.
[That's not really a lie; Aventurine really didn't get anything useful from him. But it isn't the full truth either. After all, a gambler keeps their cards to themselves.]
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And he's curious.] What was it you asked him?
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[A dainty wave of his fingers may make it seem like that's all he's going to say, but after a moment of silence, Aventurine adds:]
I wanted to clarify some of the rules. The most I got is that he certainly seems convinced that someone will kill.
[Given the way this place is set up, he could just withhold food from them until someone kills and that would likely get someone to crack eventually. But Aventurine's guessing there's more to it than that.]
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After a moment he leans back against the kitchen counter, folding his arms.] Humans will generally prioritize their own survival when pushed.
[Though most people at the meeting had rejected the possibility--been offended by it, even. That's also normal when they haven't actually been pushed in any way.]
Do you believe we were chosen at random?