voicetest | Settings listed by entry. Canon is Forest of Drizzling Rain.

[A: a village in the middle of nowhere, Japan]
[For whatever reason, you're in Azaka Village, a peaceful place with a large museum devoted to its history that nobody ever seems to go to. And for whatever reason - curiosity, losing track of time, an inability to play by the rules - you're exploring the museum after closing hours.

It doesn't take long before you realize that there is somebody in the museum with you, and now you're face to face with him. A man in all black, with a bright, gleaming sword has cornered you in one of the rooms. He advances upon you, holding the sword with one hand and with the other...

...pulling out a paper memo and pushing it in your face.]

The museum is closed

[B: slice of life jamjar]
[You've been sorted into a family with this guy who communicates with you largely by post-it notes and organizes and cleans things as a hobby. Since he's university age, he's been sorted as the father of the household.

So, as the father, he's going to try to fulfill his duties and cook something.

You wake up to the smell of burnt something. It's not clear what it was that was burnt, even if you go have a look at him glowering at the stove. There was food, and then it burnt beyond recognition.]

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[The sword is slightly bluish and slightly glowing. It is definitely not iron or steel. It also doesn't look particularly sharp.

He sticks another note in front of her face.]

No one should be scared of me I'm the manager I enforce the rules

Is there a reason for all of this? I'd love to hear it! I mean, the luminescence just adds to the mystery of your weapon and why you have it in the first place, and, oh, you didn't awaken any gods, did you? I don't think that would do that, but just in case.

[Honesty versus credibility, honesty versus credibility... She seems young, he'll go with vague honesty.]

Not me Not gods

Only mon?

*No, he's not going to get the reference. The timeline's barely together as it is. She shakes her head and laughs a bit anyway.*

Ooh, so what is it? I'm sure it's a great scientific discovery.

Don't go into the forest

[It's even underlined for emphasis, since he thinks his glare won't be enough.

Oookay, so "don't go into the forest" as in "we've got a secret black-market cabal back there" or as in "deepest eldritch horrors"?

The second is close

[Spirits are pretty eldritch. And this one is pretty horrifying.]

Hmmm...

*She starts walking around in circles again. Even if she's a couple of years Mob-free, old habits die hard.*

[Stop walking around like that, it makes it harder to shove memos in your face! You're having a conversation, geeze.]

People who go into the forest die I'm the manager My job is to not let people die

Do they all die?

Yes Do you have a death wish

No, not really. But I've seen a lot of things, you know.

Mobs and spirits are not the same thing

What kind of mob? The one known for stealing, blackmail, murder, and running a secret base out of a casino basement or the one known for infesting children's heads with voices and hallucinations and driving them on for days on end with little to no sleep to run around across the region fighting everyone they see?

[That gives him pause before he writes out the next note.]

I was thinking of the first one However Spirits like this are worse than both

I wonder if it's like that stuff Dad was looking into?

You should go home

There's kind of a problem with that, you see.

[This time he doesn't even write a note, just looks at her expectantly.]

Oh! Well, it's actually the most fascinating story...

*She goes on at length, which can be summarized as: It all started when blah blah blah ACCIDENT blah blah blah EVIL DAD blah blah DOME blah blah RANDOMIZER blah blah BROUGHT ME BACK TO LIFE blah blah blah BACKSTABBING blah blah blah WOKE UP WITH VOICES blah blah FOSSIL blah blah COMMUNISM blah blah blah WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT POOR CLEFAIRY, ANYWAY blah blah blah ICE CREAM blah blah blah HALL OF FAME blah blah AND THEN GREEN JUMPED OFF A BRIDGE blah blah blah WEREWOLF blah blah MOUNTAIN blah blah IT'S ALL FASCINATING, REALLY blah blah blah TURTLE DETECTIVE...*

Oh, and it seems my great-grandfather is possessed by an abomination from beyond the deep. I'm not sure what's up with that yet. It'll require further study.

[He listens, or at least appears to be listening. When she seems to have hit a lull, he writes another memo.]

Why, exactly, can you not get out? I understand your father is evil but you must have somewhere else to stay

Well, I've kind of been wandering around for a while. But you asked why I couldn't go home.

Temporary lodging is fine Get out

Why? You said the forest was evil, not the building.

The museum is closed

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