So, what's the deal between you and Verdant? Sorry if there's a very awkward answer to this question, and I hope if that's the case it's not too offensive I ask. I am a huge slowpoke.
He seems to perk up in his chair a bit, sitting a little straighter- He visibly debates whether to take his legs off the desk or not for a few moments before ultimately deciding to, leaning forward and placing his arms on the desk.
“‘Was wondering when someone was gonna ask me 'bout little Burū.”
He lets out an empty chuckle, not looking at the camera, but more downwards, seeming to be talking to himself more than you- maybe thinking out loud and letting you hear? Either way, even if he isn’t talking to you he does continue to speak.
“Poor girl. Never even got a chance, killed before she passed the starting line.” Despite the wording, he didn’t sound too distraught as he spoke, stating it as calmly as if he were merely talking about the weather. Though, you can’t help but notice that he had begun to trace circles on the desk with the tip of his finger, which he does continue to do in a trance-like state for an extra couple seconds before shaking himself out of it. He looks up towards the camera again and waves his hand dismissively, shaking his head.
“Eh- but to answer your question though- We chat semi regularly. Mostly when she’s feeling 'specially lonely.”
…What? You… You don’t understand- But, before you could even properly process what it could mean- the camera glitches, his mask changing shape as it does.
“Y'know, her favorite 'mon’s a sidon. Heh. Makes 'lotta sense don’t it? Wonder if she’s gonna train one when she can.” You can hear a faint smile in his voice, like he’s talking about a long-time friend…
But… She was just a concept, wasn’t she?
He turns to look at the camera head on, almost sending a chill through you, the eyes are artificial but you can still feel an intensity behind them
“Y'know. She’s going to be a great 'trainer someday.” He states it like a fact, something that will happen. Almost like he’s trying to speak it into existence.
Almost like he’s reaffirming it to himself.
He leans back a bit in the chair and the intensity fades in an instant, making you question if it was even there- And he shrugs it off and as he does so, the camera glitches.
“Anyways. Back to th’ point. It makes me pissed how she was treated. Tossed aside before she could exist. Jus’ a concept. Only for 'er to be replaced years down th’ line,” He waves his hand, shaking his head “Nothin’ 'gainst the girl though. She jus’ wants a purpose too, can’t blame anyone for that.”
He leans back against the desk fully again, looking directly at the camera again- or at least you can only assume from the chill you get.
“Anyways though- about Burū… Lets just say, Me an’ her have a deal, a promise.”
He manages to lean even closer, tilting his head as he continues to stare, and raises his hands up gesturing out towards the camera.
“When I make a promise. I keep it. No matter what it takes.”
He seems to perk up in his chair a bit, sitting a little straighter- He visibly debates whether to take his legs off the desk or not for a few moments before ultimately deciding to, leaning forward and placing his arms on the desk.
“‘Was wondering when someone was gonna ask me 'bout little Burū.”
He lets out an empty chuckle, not looking at the camera, but more downwards, seeming to be talking to himself more than you- maybe thinking out loud and letting you hear? Either way, even if he isn’t talking to you he does continue to speak.
“Poor girl. Never even got a chance, killed before she passed the starting line.” Despite the wording, he didn’t sound too distraught as he spoke, stating it as calmly as if he were merely talking about the weather. Though, you can’t help but notice that he had begun to trace circles on the desk with the tip of his finger, which he does continue to do in a trance-like state for an extra couple seconds before shaking himself out of it. He looks up towards the camera again and waves his hand dismissively, shaking his head.
“Eh- but to answer your question though- We chat semi regularly. Mostly when she’s feeling 'specially lonely.”
…What? You… You don’t understand- But, before you could even properly process what it could mean- the camera glitches, his mask changing shape as it does.
“Y'know, her favorite 'mon’s a sidon. Heh. Makes 'lotta sense don’t it? Wonder if she’s gonna train one when she can.” You can hear a faint smile in his voice, like he’s talking about a long-time friend…
But… She was just a concept, wasn’t she?
He turns to look at the camera head on, almost sending a chill through you, the eyes are artificial but you can still feel an intensity behind them
“Y'know. She’s going to be a great 'trainer someday.” He states it like a fact, something that will happen. Almost like he’s trying to speak it into existence.
Almost like he’s reaffirming it to himself.
He leans back a bit in the chair and the intensity fades in an instant, making you question if it was even there- And he shrugs it off and as he does so, the camera glitches.
“Anyways. Back to th’ point. It makes me pissed how she was treated. Tossed aside before she could exist. Jus’ a concept. Only for 'er to be replaced years down th’ line,” He waves his hand, shaking his head “Nothin’ 'gainst the girl though. She jus’ wants a purpose too, can’t blame anyone for that.”
He leans back against the desk fully again, looking directly at the camera again- or at least you can only assume from the chill you get.
“Anyways though- about Burū… Lets just say, Me an’ her have a deal, a promise.”
He manages to lean even closer, tilting his head as he continues to stare, and raises his hands up gesturing out towards the camera.
“When I make a promise. I keep it. No matter what it takes.”