Pokémon Information Affiliation: Trainer, for the time being. He may seek to join Team Rocket once he finds out about them, to further his own goals. Starter: A blitzle. Password: Pumpki-- no. 'Ginger Snaps'.
Samples First Person Sample:
[Audio only. The voice is a rather pleasant baritone.]
Good evening, denizens of this new world, human and pokemon alike. I am Xemnas. Perhaps there will be a few of you who recognize such a name.
[His pleasant tone never wavers; there's almost no emotional inflection at all.] This is a world I know little of. I have studied the information I have been able to find, and this little foal has been very dutiful in attempting to aid me in that search. [At this, there is a small, cheerful-sounding "Blitz!" in the background.]
If one could supply further information, or where to find it, I would be ... grateful. But tell me, countless unknown strangers, is it truly so that the humans of this world avoid combat in favor of asking their pokemon to do it for them? My small friend here seems incapable of fighting anything much tougher than a tumbleweed- [A protesting whinny this time.] -and yet I am to rely on it for my defense against all this strange world might strike with?
[It's thoughtfully said, as if this 'Xemnas' has no investment in the question or possible answers.]
Third Person Sample:
"Come here, little one."
There were few things Xemnas was certain of in this strange foreign world, but the little black and white foal seemed to be 'his'. His 'starter', if the information pamphlets were true. Its remarkable intelligence was noteworthy, as was its prompt obedience as it bounced happily over in a clatter of hooves as he beckoned it. It was easy enough to pick up, its - her, a quick glance confirmed - weight a negligable amount. She tucked up her thin, delicate looking legs promptly, content to dangle in his grip as he settled on the ground cross-legged and set her down on his lap. A 'blitzle', if Xemnas remembered right.
He usually did. His memory might be spotty before Radiant Garden, but after that, there was little he missed. "So you are to be my companion in this world, is that it?" Contact was important, when dealing with animals; touch could reassure, build trust. It likely worked the same for these not-quite-animals.
The small pokemon settled a bit more comfortably in his arms, making small sounds that seemed agreeing to his ears. So far, Xemnas had yet to ask something, or command something, that the blitzle did not promptly obey. The pokemon understood, as well as any of his dusks ever did.
The ex-Superior allowed himself a small smile. "Then as we are partners, I will let you in on a very dear secret, little one. Lean close, and listen, here. What do you hear?" He freed one hand carefully, and tapped it against his chest. Obediently, his pokemon put one small ear to the black leather jacket and listened, blue eyes wide, then turned her head upwards to stare at him as well, in obvious puzzlement, before twisting a bit in a remarkable bit of flexibility, to put a hoof against her own chest.
Yes, this 'blitzle' understood every word he said. Magnificent. "That's right, my small friend. It sounds the same, doesn't it? Your heart ... and my heart." His heart. His heart, and he was still Xemnas, not Xehanort. A theoretical impossibility without the aid of Kingdom Hearts.
But his statement somehow pleased the small pokemon, who promptly leaned against his chest again with one fuzzy ear, eyes sliding closed, content to listen to the sound without understanding why it was so important to Xemnas. He chose to keep why to himself.
Playernote: Edited slightly for a few minor changes. Spelling errors too.
Re: Xemnas | Kingdom Hearts
Affiliation: Trainer, for the time being. He may seek to join Team Rocket once he finds out about them, to further his own goals.
Starter: A blitzle.
Password: Pumpki-- no. 'Ginger Snaps'.
Samples
First Person Sample:
[Audio only. The voice is a rather pleasant baritone.]
Good evening, denizens of this new world, human and pokemon alike. I am Xemnas. Perhaps there will be a few of you who recognize such a name.
[His pleasant tone never wavers; there's almost no emotional inflection at all.] This is a world I know little of. I have studied the information I have been able to find, and this little foal has been very dutiful in attempting to aid me in that search. [At this, there is a small, cheerful-sounding "Blitz!" in the background.]
If one could supply further information, or where to find it, I would be ... grateful. But tell me, countless unknown strangers, is it truly so that the humans of this world avoid combat in favor of asking their pokemon to do it for them? My small friend here seems incapable of fighting anything much tougher than a tumbleweed- [A protesting whinny this time.] -and yet I am to rely on it for my defense against all this strange world might strike with?
[It's thoughtfully said, as if this 'Xemnas' has no investment in the question or possible answers.]
Third Person Sample:
"Come here, little one."
There were few things Xemnas was certain of in this strange foreign world, but the little black and white foal seemed to be 'his'. His 'starter', if the information pamphlets were true. Its remarkable intelligence was noteworthy, as was its prompt obedience as it bounced happily over in a clatter of hooves as he beckoned it. It was easy enough to pick up, its - her, a quick glance confirmed - weight a negligable amount. She tucked up her thin, delicate looking legs promptly, content to dangle in his grip as he settled on the ground cross-legged and set her down on his lap. A 'blitzle', if Xemnas remembered right.
He usually did. His memory might be spotty before Radiant Garden, but after that, there was little he missed. "So you are to be my companion in this world, is that it?" Contact was important, when dealing with animals; touch could reassure, build trust. It likely worked the same for these not-quite-animals.
The small pokemon settled a bit more comfortably in his arms, making small sounds that seemed agreeing to his ears. So far, Xemnas had yet to ask something, or command something, that the blitzle did not promptly obey. The pokemon understood, as well as any of his dusks ever did.
The ex-Superior allowed himself a small smile. "Then as we are partners, I will let you in on a very dear secret, little one. Lean close, and listen, here. What do you hear?" He freed one hand carefully, and tapped it against his chest. Obediently, his pokemon put one small ear to the black leather jacket and listened, blue eyes wide, then turned her head upwards to stare at him as well, in obvious puzzlement, before twisting a bit in a remarkable bit of flexibility, to put a hoof against her own chest.
Yes, this 'blitzle' understood every word he said. Magnificent. "That's right, my small friend. It sounds the same, doesn't it? Your heart ... and my heart." His heart. His heart, and he was still Xemnas, not Xehanort. A theoretical impossibility without the aid of Kingdom Hearts.
But his statement somehow pleased the small pokemon, who promptly leaned against his chest again with one fuzzy ear, eyes sliding closed, content to listen to the sound without understanding why it was so important to Xemnas. He chose to keep why to himself.
Playernote: Edited slightly for a few minor changes. Spelling errors too.