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[espigeonage]

Good afternoon Numbers Club! It's Julien. I haven't put my voice out here much before, but it's gone and changed. I'm about to switch to audio so you can hear it. Be ready!

This is what I sound like now. Yeah, really. And here I thought puberty was bad enough the first time, haha!

[Here's a visual representation! The only thing human about his voice is how it's ended up shaped by his lips and tongue, like it's just some strange instrument piped through a talk box. There seem to be two identical voices rising and falling together, resonating oddly. And there's this flanged aspect like purring or rattling, or a throbbing trill, or a gator roar. It's not ugly, or... not totally. But he's got an incredibly sophisticated archosaur vocal system being used like a mammal voicebox.]

[Now he keeps to the same vocal range he used as a human and stops one of the voices. It helps, and he does sound more like Julien. There's still that trill and resonance, and it's not totally steady.]

But I've been figuring it out. Still have a ways to go, obviously. Also there's a little favor - I'd like someone to get me to laugh. There's something I need to find out.

[He's also gone and sent private texts to a bunch of people asking how they're doing/if they're okay. If you're wondering if your character is one of them, they probably are.]

Comments

[Text]

[formermagicalgirl]

Maybe try to imagine Casval Mass in a ruffled pink tutu or something if you want to laugh?

Or if you're ticklish have someone tickle you.

[Yeah, Tamara could use one herself and will definitely be watching this.]

[Voice]

[espigeonage]

[There's a clear smile in his odd voice.]

Interesting image! A tutu over that uniform or as part of a whole ballet rig? I think I saw a movie once where Hulk Hogan did that.

As it happens I am, but I'm a little too old to go around crying 'Tickle me!'" [He sounded like a small child, for a moment there.]

[formermagicalgirl]

Whatever would be funnier. It does make an interesting contrast for the uniform though.

So no girlfriend or little siblings or cousins or anyone like that? Start tickling them and they may tickle back.

[espigeonage]

I'm almost sad he's gone back wherever he came from. There's all kinds of people in the club now who won't know what a picture that would make.

I have a niece, sure! Sweetest thing. But I've told her I have some kind of laryngitus and I can't "recover" until I can sound a little more normal.

[assuming he is on the receiving end of a text...]

[caosgo]

That's...different. Definitely. But are you still in pain? I'm all right. Arm is healing up nicely.

[espigeonage]

[Of course!]

Ikr. Gah.

It only hurt when I was trying to talk back in there, before it finished. Glad you're recovering. Did you have an excuse for the flock on Sun., or did you go in there anyway?

[caosgo]

Toughed it out. Said I had a bad fall. Thankfully long sleeves are a job requirement?

I'm glad you're feeling better. But some of these changes are more of a nuisance than any help in...saving the world, if that's true.

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[entertainaplanb]

...goodness. [Those three dots don't do justice to just how long Becky paused before she managed to say anything.]

That sounds like it must hurt.

[Voice]

[espigeonage]

Ahaha, well, it did for a bit! I kept trying to talk in there and that hurt. A lot. Something was moving down my throat into my ribcage, after all. It's fine now, though.

[entertainaplanb]

Well, that's good. Was this from one of those vertigo things?

[texted]

[elfstoned]

I hear you've found your voice again. I'm glad -- the quiet had become eerie.

[Texted]

[espigeonage]

And I'd become very sick of hating the sound of my own voice! But I'm getting the hang of it.

Hmm. Could you say something in Elvish, Strider?

[suddenly, on the network, and audio]

[elfstoned]

Am man theleg?

...

...av-'osto. Avoreg vae.

[His tone is fond.]

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[fatherssins]

[ Not traditionally a "funny guy" Adrian tries his best to crack a joke ]

Why did the banana go to the hospital? Because he wasn't peeling well. :)

[Voice]

[espigeonage]

[You get a sort of melodious groan, Adrian.]

Gotta love a classic, huh?

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[fatherssins]

I tried.

I'm not very good at jokes, I could try another if you like?

[Voice]

[reckless_fire]

[And here's Kenji's attempt to be funny.]

So this guy calls his chick up one night, right? And says, "Hey babe, whatcha doing tonight?" And his girl say, "Oh, nothing much. I'm kinda tired, so I think I'm just gonna go to bed now. What about you? What are you doing?" Then the guy says, "Oh, I'm at a bar right now. Standing right behind you."

[espigeonage]

Lying! Always a good life decision!

Um...let me just apologize here... ^^;;

[reckless_fire]

[No laugh, huh? What the hell, he'll take another shot.]

Then there was this old lady, and she had this dog and this cat, see? Well, the dog was...well, hell, I dunno what the fuck it was. One of those little bug-eyed rat dogs that always goes around yap-yap-yapping and annoying the hell outta everybody, or something.

Anyway, one night she's hanging out, watching the tube. I dunno, one of those old lady shows. Dancing With the Stars. Some shit like that. Well, she's watching, and the dog's sitting on her lap, and she's petting the dog, right? So while she's petting him, she feels this...I dunno, it's like a lump, or something, on the back of the dog's neck, like, right under the collar. So, she feels around under its hair, and this lump or whatever, like goes all the way around the dog's neck! Well, shit, she's thinking her dog got seriously fucked up somehow, so she picks the little fleabag up and starts, like, pushing back its hair, trying to see what the hell's going on under there...

Well, what she finds is this, like, metal...line looking thing. With this...uh...tab sorta thing hanging off it. Holy shit, it's a goddamn zipper! Well, she got to pull it, right? I mean, this shit's even weirder than Dancing With The Stars, so she's gotta figure out what's going on, y'know?

So, she pulls the zipper, and the dog's head comes off, and there's this little guy in there, and oh man, is he pissed! Well, he jumps up off her lap and starts packing up his shit, and all the time he's bitching at her a mile a minute. "You dumbass! This was a good gig, but you just had to go fuck it up!"

Well, as you might imagine, the old lady's pretty blown away by all this, and she's crying and begging the dog...uh...guy--whatever--to stay and give her another chance. But the dog's like "Oh hell no, you know now, so I can't just hang around being a dog anymore. You'll expect me to do more than just fetch the paper and shit in the yard, so I'm outta here!" And she says no she won't, and he says yes she will, and they go round and round like that for awhile, but finally he finishes packing up his shit and just trucks on outta there, slamming the door behind him.

Well, the old lady just kinda sits there for a few minutes, just kinda, y'know, stunned. Then she looks over at the cat and says "Well! My goodness!" or some shit like that, and the cat just gives her this look, right, and says, "Don't look at me, lady, I told that dumb-shit dog his zipper was too fucking big."

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[angelskills]

Are you ticklish?

[Voice]

[espigeonage]

[There's a weird musical lilt to his teasing.]

Maybe I am~ Do you care to find out, pretty maid?

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[angelskills]

[ That's so interesting sounding! It's almost like singing, in a way. Even if she liked his old voice, she likes this one, too. ]

Maybe I do!

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[argents]

[ It's true that he can't ever really remember hearing his voice. It was really something else. ]

That's amazing. You can control it?

[Voice]

[espigeonage]

Learning to! I uh... I think there's a different part of it from each lung. My voice. If I use both at once I sound like I have a creepy twin, if I use just one the whole time it's kind of flat and also creepy, but alternating, that works!

God is it weird. Still, not like I can take it back.

[argents]

So it was because of a pulse? [ Instead of being awed, now he sounds a little sorry. They didn't exactly get to pick and choose the fundamental things that got altered. ] I don't think I've heard anything like it before. I wonder what purpose it has... it almost sounds like mimicking.