Tales of Xillia voicetest post

[hymnofproof]

YOU KNOW THE DRILL call out one of these butts and help me voicetest them! As a side note, I'd rather play Alvin from X1, though if you have a burning desire to play from a later canon point for some reason, let me know and we can work something out. Cross-Tales/cross-canon is all good and loved, too.

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i just had to google what stealing home plate was....... teach me your american ways

[margherita]

[Julius can't say that he misses the days where he pitted himself endlessly against Rideaux. In fact, he doesn't care much now for what Bisley thinks of him at all, as long as he's staying useful to enough to provide an ample distraction; his priority will always be Ludger. And yet in a strange twist of irony, having someone else to devote himself to somehow gave him more drive to succeed than ever before. Sure, he's abandoned the old competitions, he's a little less reckless than the old days, and he shaves off time at the end of each day to get home to his cat and his brother's cooking...

But it's a better life than it's ever been. It even makes the pain in his arm bearable on the bad days. Maybe the drive to hold on to that is why his performance hasn't suffered, why he landed the promotion, and it's what keeps him going now even when he knows his condition can only get worse.

When Rideaux enters, Julius is already at his desk, poring through the morning's paperwork.]

Morning, Rideaux. [The formality isn't lost on him, nor is the lateness, and as he looks up he offers a wan smile of his own.] Nothing for me?

[If you're going to show up fifteen minutes late with Starbucks, at least have the decency to share!! ... Is what he means as a joke, though it's unlikely Rideaux is in a joking mood.]

i actually had to google it too because i couldn't remember what that base was called lmao

[pr159]

[ All of that is part of what makes Rideaux so bitter. Their rivalry had been vicious ever since they first heard that rumor about what it took to get to Canaan, because it had to be, when survival for either of them depended on the other's eventual death. But even in opposition to each other, they'd both been in nearly the same miserable position, and at the end of the day, no matter how brutal, they could both complain and drink and be young and angry and self-destructive together.

And then Ludger had become a bigger and bigger part of Julius's life, until he'd mostly left his old life behind to play the part of the benevolent older brother. Now he goes home to his idyllic family dinners every night -- like he's some wholesome role model -- and Rideaux is at the bar alone. He's sure as hell not jealous, because you couldn't pay him to put another person's wants and needs before his own like that. But it feels like a personal slight, like Julius thinks he's above him now, and he hates it.

He slips his sunglasses into the pocket of his briefcase and pushes his hair back over his shoulder as he heads toward his own desk. ]

At your pay grade you can afford your own.

[ Upon taking his seat, he swivels his chair around to face his computer and turns it on, picking up some reports left on his desk to thumb through while it starts up. The subject line of one report makes him pause, and he pulls out the page for closer review, shaking his head. ]

Honestly, misspelling "dimension" should be grounds for immediate dismissal from any position in this department.

hahaha, that makes me feel a little better!

[margherita]

[Any trace of good humour in Julius' expression fades at Rideaux's retort. So this is how it's going to be? He can't fault him for it; he knows exactly what must be going through Rideaux's mind. Of course he does, after all the long years they've know each other, after everything they've endured. And trying to be light-hearted after a promotion that could literally mean the difference between life and death... Well.

He flexes his hand to get some feeling back into it, and glances away from his monitor and over to Rideaux with a wry expression.]

Luckily for our agents, destroying fractured dimensions isn't dependent on impeccable spelling and grammar.

[pr159]

[ He scoffs, moving the offending report to the back of the pile. ]

Please, it's spelled out for them in four different places in the report template. Anyone who misses something that's right in front of them like that isn't someone I'd want to trust with anything important.

[ He could hardly even read or write when he'd gone on his first missions here -- fortunately he'd been able to pawn off the reporting on Julius until he'd gotten decent at it -- so as far as he's concerned, if anyone is qualified to pass judgment on this kind of thing, it's him.

He logs into his computer once it prompts him, bringing up his desktop. The wallpaper is a photo of him accepting an award for his advancements in medical technology at an event from two years ago, strategically cropped to exclude Julius from the background. (Bisley is still in it, but the Recycle Bin covers his face.) ]