[The video opens to… a paw. A small reddish paw, and the owner is picked up by the scruff of the neck. A voice drifts down to the 'Gear, calm and cold.]
I told you to stop playing with my things. I'm not going to warn you again.
[Is it… dammit, it's recording. Micchy sets the Vulpix down and picks up the Pokegear. He looks slightly disheveled and his hair is matted down to one side as if he just got up. Or maybe it's always that way - it's hard to tell from the way he squares his shoulders and does his best to project an air of confidence.]
Sorry about that. Hopefully she didn't send any weird messages to anyone.
[He smiles a little, though it's pretty obviously strained.]
Ah, aside from the gym battles, what else is there to do for trainers here? I'm not terribly interested in pitting creatures against each other just for a piece of shiny jewelry. Even if it does let me fly around… none of my Pokemon are flying types and most of the ones around here don't seem very… strong.
[He does his best not to flinch as he hears something, though his gaze flicks offscreen before returning to the camera.]
And I'm afraid I don't have anything suitable for trading right now either. It's been… a little rough getting started. I've never had a pet before, and these creatures are more intelligent than the normal sort of pet. I -
[He cuts himself off as he looks offscreen again, this time for a few seconds.]
Go away.
[He clears his throat and looks back down at the 'Gear, obviously distressed.]
… Maybe I'll - continue this conversation another time. Feel free to leave suggestions until I come back, though.
[Shakily, he turns the video off. He's going to have to find somewhere to seclude himself until the hallucination leaves him alone this time. Or at least find something to distract himself with. He's not real. He's not here. And he can't let other people know - they'll think he's crazy.]
Third Person Sample:
Train, eat, sleep. It wasn't really that different of a routine for him, though it was different from the one he'd had in recent months. Training was the easy part - either sitting and waiting to be instructed in another useless task from someone he didn't care about or finding someone in the base to battle against. It wasn't exactly difficult, and the strategy involved in both really wasn't hard. Eating was a little more difficult - he'd gotten used to wearing one Driver or another for so long that he'd simply forgotten to have regular meals.
Sleep… that was the hardest one. Between the occasional hallucination of Takatora berating him for everything - 'how could you join an organization like this? They must have seen what kind of person you are' - and nightmares filled with blood, Inves, Overlords, and Mai sleep was really just a period where he fell unconscious after hours of tossing and turning. He'd kept his mouth shut while in the shared dorms, but sometimes they happened during the day when he was alone.
He knew. He knew what he did was wrong, and even with everything he'd tried he'd just caused more pain and suffering for the person he cared about. It didn't really matter anymore, not here. Not anywhere. He couldn't save her. He couldn't save anyone. Maybe that was why he'd ended up here - a personal purgatory of being on the bottom rung. He'd work through it. Just keep a cool demeanor to the Team and a smile to everyone else, and no one would know the difference. No one would care, really. No one knew his family name, no one knew about Riders or Inves or Yggdrasill.
Maybe it was better that way. He was just like everyone else. Wasn't that what he'd wanted, joining the Beat Riders and hiding his family name? It was just a different sort of normalcy here. Even so… when his Vulpix looked up at him with happiness in her eyes, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.
Mitsuzane "Micchy" Kureshima | Kamen Rider Gaim | Not Reserved
First Person Sample:
[The video opens to… a paw. A small reddish paw, and the owner is picked up by the scruff of the neck. A voice drifts down to the 'Gear, calm and cold.]
I told you to stop playing with my things. I'm not going to warn you again.
[Is it… dammit, it's recording. Micchy sets the Vulpix down and picks up the Pokegear. He looks slightly disheveled and his hair is matted down to one side as if he just got up. Or maybe it's always that way - it's hard to tell from the way he squares his shoulders and does his best to project an air of confidence.]
Sorry about that. Hopefully she didn't send any weird messages to anyone.
[He smiles a little, though it's pretty obviously strained.]
Ah, aside from the gym battles, what else is there to do for trainers here? I'm not terribly interested in pitting creatures against each other just for a piece of shiny jewelry. Even if it does let me fly around… none of my Pokemon are flying types and most of the ones around here don't seem very… strong.
[He does his best not to flinch as he hears something, though his gaze flicks offscreen before returning to the camera.]
And I'm afraid I don't have anything suitable for trading right now either. It's been… a little rough getting started. I've never had a pet before, and these creatures are more intelligent than the normal sort of pet. I -
[He cuts himself off as he looks offscreen again, this time for a few seconds.]
Go away.
[He clears his throat and looks back down at the 'Gear, obviously distressed.]
… Maybe I'll - continue this conversation another time. Feel free to leave suggestions until I come back, though.
[Shakily, he turns the video off. He's going to have to find somewhere to seclude himself until the hallucination leaves him alone this time. Or at least find something to distract himself with. He's not real. He's not here. And he can't let other people know - they'll think he's crazy.]
Third Person Sample:
Train, eat, sleep. It wasn't really that different of a routine for him, though it was different from the one he'd had in recent months. Training was the easy part - either sitting and waiting to be instructed in another useless task from someone he didn't care about or finding someone in the base to battle against. It wasn't exactly difficult, and the strategy involved in both really wasn't hard. Eating was a little more difficult - he'd gotten used to wearing one Driver or another for so long that he'd simply forgotten to have regular meals.
Sleep… that was the hardest one. Between the occasional hallucination of Takatora berating him for everything - 'how could you join an organization like this? They must have seen what kind of person you are' - and nightmares filled with blood, Inves, Overlords, and Mai sleep was really just a period where he fell unconscious after hours of tossing and turning. He'd kept his mouth shut while in the shared dorms, but sometimes they happened during the day when he was alone.
He knew. He knew what he did was wrong, and even with everything he'd tried he'd just caused more pain and suffering for the person he cared about. It didn't really matter anymore, not here. Not anywhere. He couldn't save her. He couldn't save anyone. Maybe that was why he'd ended up here - a personal purgatory of being on the bottom rung. He'd work through it. Just keep a cool demeanor to the Team and a smile to everyone else, and no one would know the difference. No one would care, really. No one knew his family name, no one knew about Riders or Inves or Yggdrasill.
Maybe it was better that way. He was just like everyone else. Wasn't that what he'd wanted, joining the Beat Riders and hiding his family name? It was just a different sort of normalcy here. Even so… when his Vulpix looked up at him with happiness in her eyes, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.