#geostelar

I have to disagree with you on the subaru/geo recommendation, actually. While I do think I’m capable of pulling off a good, solid “determined hero” voice, there’s this special kind of “twang” that exists in younger protagonist voices that I simply don’t think I’ve nailed down at this point in time.

When you listen to Kyle McCarley (as 9S), Ray Chase (as Noctis), or Bryce Papenbrook (as basically Every 2016 JRPG Videogame Lead Role) for example, there’s this sort of ‘crispness’ that carries through their vocals that’s hard to explain; the best way I can put it is that they sound really clear in their tone, with very little breath or rasp behind their voice. That kind of crispness conveys an immense amount of subtle confidence, and is really key to playing a character that is supposed to embody unwavering leadership and reliability.

   He practically drags his body through the noise. The ceremonial blade firmly gripped in his hand. From the noise came an almost fatigue from him, and although the Proof of Darkness did well to regulate it there was little he could do with the pressure that pressed upon him. It helped little that there was no distraction from the noise and chaos on the world. What he would do to see another soul. The loneliness was getting to him, and although he prided himself on him inherit loneliness, there was something about this type that felt disgusting. He would almost attribute it to the type of loneliness he felt on Mu--- in Oblivion.

The question sends chills down his spine - but perhaps it would be best to call it an accusation? Hes unsure of how to reply, but there’s something eating away at his core, begging him to scream… begging him to shout in refusal.

Denial.

He’s whispering, a jumbled, jittery mess. From a distance, however, he looks rather collected. There’s a clear indication of noise that surrounds him, as a familiar figure, masked with an even more familiar face, beckons him.

“No.” He mouths, shaking his head in fervent refusal.

He wasn’t sure what he’d wanted him to say. It had been a truly loaded question; it’d slipped out without thought. But if he could see that pain behind Geo’s face, he’d have turned and ran away in shame. Now, however, he felt the need to approach, to comfort, to do anything. The boy took a step forward.

“...I-I’m sorry. That just... I...” 

What would he be doing now if he’d said ‘yes’? Would he still feel this guilty? Probably. This might not be the version that he’d come to know, but this was still his best friend. And for once, Geo might have needed him more than he needed Geo. Entirely ignoring the disturbances in the air, he moved on, slowly, before pausing.

starter call // @geostelar​

     time travel was something rockman never thought about, but in hindsight, he supposed it was only a matter of time until it happened ( ah, he should file that joke away for later use ). after all, many unusual things had happened to him already. 

       the first time he met subaru, he was baffled, and though they had separated on friendly terms, rockman frankly didn’t expect to see him again. but there he was. not that he wasn’t unwelcome, of course -- in fact, rockman felt oddly protective over subaru for some reason -- it was simply unexpected. of course, his first reaction to something unexpected would be to assume something went wrong. that’s how most things turned out, anyway.

“You -- seem to be mad at me, is all.”

“Am -- Am I wrong?” Was it misplaced to think? It wouldn’t be surprising to him. He deserved that, in all honesty, he thought.

But he didn’t want -- No, it was selfish to think about his self, really, in this situation.

“I just wanted to see you again...” An almost inaudible sentence, spoken barely above a whisper. Subaru was important to him, after all. A friend... A friend!!

@geostelar

🎶BGM: Animal Crossing: New Leaf - 1 AM

A cloudless starry night. A perfect opportunity for stargazing, which brought the Temporal Duo out of their house to stare in awe at the night sky. Side by side, the two girls laid next to each other, pointing out constellations with no worries in the world. What a time to be alive and well.

{{“Miles?”}} Sapphire asked as she turned to Mileah, {{"You said you used to do this with your dad right?"}}

"Yeppers," Mileah replied with a small sigh, "Especially in the summertime. Every night we would sneak out while Mom was at work, and sit under our Stargazing Tree, and look at all the constellations, and sleep under them. Those days I cherish a lot. I honestly haven't found anyone else who likes or wants to do this with me. You're the only one who ever comes with me now."

The time NetNavi glanced at her NetOp, then to the sky, and back at Mileah, frowning a bit at the mention of being the only person who stargazes with her. {{"Well, you're my NetOp, and what kind of NetNavi would I be to not spend time with you? I know we may bicker and agrue sometimes, but I still care for you. And besides, one day we'll find someone who also loves stargazing. You just got to be patient."}}

For a moment, there was no response. The remaining sounds were the wind that brushed through the tree's leaves and the grassy plain. "I hope you're right Sapph..." Mileah whispered, still looking up above, to see something twinkling brightly that started to shoot across the sky. "A shooting star!"

The duo quickly closed their eyes and whispered the wishes under their breaths, to then open to see it vanish as its streak faded slowly into the sea of stars. "Oh man, I wish Dad was able to see that. He would have loved seeing a shooting star..."

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