Samples First Person Sample: [ What's this? A young man looking rather thoughtful. Hans has one hand on his chin, and it's a while until he speaks. ]
I've been wondering how, exactly, our companions are decided upon our arrival. [ Is that a note of disdain? Annoyance? No, not at all--must be your imagination. Still, the most observant will notice a downward glance at the Smoochum next to him. Ridiculous. ]
Not that I'm complaining, however; this one seems to be a very valuable companion.
[ Which he will learn to control, completely and utterly. Too bad the little Smoochum has no idea whatsoever. ]
Tell me: What is your favorite? Is it their appearance, their moveset, their personality? I'm very curious.
Third Person Sample: Of course Hans would end up with the most asinine... thing. It's not even capable of saying anything other than its ridiculous name. Had Hans any knowledge of these creatures before arriving, he would have thought he deserved the best. Something strong, something formidable--something that commanded power. Something that let him be noticed and recognized.
Instead, he ended up with this purple... thing. Hans hates it. It's tiny and weak, and Hans hates the way it follows him around. Even its squeaking is irritating.
Of course, he puts on a perfectly calm and appreciative front: The simple townspeople coo over the thing, tell him how lucky he is to have such a cute Pokemon!
"Thank you. I'll do my best to raise her with love and care," he replies every time--though with a few variations--and flashes a dazzling smile. Certainly some of those women are positively swooning; Hans knows it, and he walks almost with a swagger. These people don't know him, and he plans to keep it that way, especially after the catastrophe in Arendelle.
It still leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. Hans blames not himself--no, of course not. He's never the one at fault. No, it had been the sisters' fault. And he had been so close. Hans still thinks about it whenever his mind wanders, whenever he's stuck doing manual labor. A punishment, Father had called it, but Hans doesn't know why he's not more impressed. He'd managed to charm the princess in the matter of a single evening. And he had been so close!
Figures that something as worthless as love would be his downfall. It's almost ironic, how he had failed so easily after Anna's return.
"My, dear," an old woman says, and Hans offers an easy smile, "what an adorable Smoochum you have! You know, those are particularly hard to find, especially for a beginner. And what a handsome one you are! It's lucky to have a trainer such as yourself."
"Not at all," Hans replies, the very picture of modesty, "I'm the lucky one, to have her as my constant companion. I only hope she will appreciate me as much as I appreciate her."
The lie comes easily--almost as easily as he steps out onto that new route.
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First Person Sample: [ What's this? A young man looking rather thoughtful. Hans has one hand on his chin, and it's a while until he speaks. ]
I've been wondering how, exactly, our companions are decided upon our arrival. [ Is that a note of disdain? Annoyance? No, not at all--must be your imagination. Still, the most observant will notice a downward glance at the Smoochum next to him. Ridiculous. ]
Not that I'm complaining, however; this one seems to be a very valuable companion.
[ Which he will learn to control, completely and utterly. Too bad the little Smoochum has no idea whatsoever. ]
Tell me: What is your favorite? Is it their appearance, their moveset, their personality? I'm very curious.
Third Person Sample: Of course Hans would end up with the most asinine... thing. It's not even capable of saying anything other than its ridiculous name. Had Hans any knowledge of these creatures before arriving, he would have thought he deserved the best. Something strong, something formidable--something that commanded power. Something that let him be noticed and recognized.
Instead, he ended up with this purple... thing. Hans hates it. It's tiny and weak, and Hans hates the way it follows him around. Even its squeaking is irritating.
Of course, he puts on a perfectly calm and appreciative front: The simple townspeople coo over the thing, tell him how lucky he is to have such a cute Pokemon!
"Thank you. I'll do my best to raise her with love and care," he replies every time--though with a few variations--and flashes a dazzling smile. Certainly some of those women are positively swooning; Hans knows it, and he walks almost with a swagger. These people don't know him, and he plans to keep it that way, especially after the catastrophe in Arendelle.
It still leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. Hans blames not himself--no, of course not. He's never the one at fault. No, it had been the sisters' fault. And he had been so close. Hans still thinks about it whenever his mind wanders, whenever he's stuck doing manual labor. A punishment, Father had called it, but Hans doesn't know why he's not more impressed. He'd managed to charm the princess in the matter of a single evening. And he had been so close!
Figures that something as worthless as love would be his downfall. It's almost ironic, how he had failed so easily after Anna's return.
"My, dear," an old woman says, and Hans offers an easy smile, "what an adorable Smoochum you have! You know, those are particularly hard to find, especially for a beginner. And what a handsome one you are! It's lucky to have a trainer such as yourself."
"Not at all," Hans replies, the very picture of modesty, "I'm the lucky one, to have her as my constant companion. I only hope she will appreciate me as much as I appreciate her."
The lie comes easily--almost as easily as he steps out onto that new route.