Post by Angel on Jul 5, 2010 16:40:35 GMT -5
Miyu felt a stab of pain as she saw Connor's responsive glance at the sight of around four or five more people, nevermind their daemons and Pokemon; it was a great deal more company than he'd probably ever witnessed. The guilty knife further dug into her heart when she saw Connor's sad gaze, aimed in her direction. This wasn't betrayal! This wasn't threatening! This was for his safety! Miyu took a step forward to protest in a heartfelt cry but as her foot slammed on the ground she turned her drawn breath into an outlet of air rather than sounds themselves. Lowering her head in annoyance at herself. Knowing that whatever she attempted to say would make no excuse for her actions. And Miyu would have to deal with that. So she kept quiet. Miyu watched with distress as the group addressed Connor.
The leader, Sulteron, taking immediate charge. When she began to converse with Connor, Miyu became a little suspiscious. She was 16 years old, in intelligence and body, and she knew these little reactions between the pair, despite her heritage of being… well… not human. And when neither of them realised it, instead ignoring it, she couldn’t help but giggle a little. Kazuki nudged his human gently with his head in response. Miyu startled and then gave a warm smile at her daemon, stroking his head, realising that being her usually self was the best option. After all the stares and tiny movements between Connor and Sulteron were familiar to Miyu; it was the same way that she acted whenever she saw Haruto and he riled her up as usual. Thinking that this would not be the wisest conversation topic however, Miyu gave a slight cough and then gently closed the door once everyone was inside, before stepping to Connor’s side and bowing her head. “I’m sorry Connor. They told me things… things that didn’t make sense in my mind, but that obviously made sense in some way. I trust them. And you know what I am right? So I think that it should be a consideration in this conversation. And also, you can’t be evil, not you, no way, I don't believe that you'd willingly be something like that, and if it's not willing, it's not you. Just please hear them out. Again, I’m so sorry.”
Rima watched as everyone entered the room. A boy stood at the end of the large chambers. He was different than the common person – but then again she couldn’t complain, after all she was the only person in the entire room that could be considered a ‘normal’ human. Normal not really having a specific meaning, but instead meaning that there was nothing extremely special about her. Anyway that was a different story. It didn’t matter what people looked like. After Sulteron had spoken to him, and Miyu apologised for some reason, Rima felt that it was her turn to follow in her leader’s footsteps. Therefore, Rima bounded toward where Sulteron was standing, and putting both of her hands on Sulteron’s shoulders, poked her head out from behind the Shiny Espeon Morph. Rima gave a really happy smile aimed toward Connor, all the while cheerful stating as if the situation wasn’t serious, “Hi there. I’m Rima, Rima Windsong, and this is my daemon, Ven. Oh! And also my Swablu Dawn, and this little guy on my head is my friend Pichu.” Rima smiled happily. Pichu staring wide eyed at the boy and Dawn not paying attention as she groomed her feathery wings.
Rima then ducked under her arms and stepped toward Connor, but not too closely. She looked him up and down, wondering what was so special about him. Was he really the weapon? Standing up straight, Rima crossed her arms and gave a warm pout stating, “Is he really a weapon? I heard a lot about the weapon, and when I was attacked it was by some complete mean guy with weird coloured Pokemon. They were all dark and gloomy, black, purple and red, all sorts of darky colours.” She glanced back toward Connor before speaking again, “I mean if anything he looks like the one that saved me. The Lucario that was white and blue with wings, like an Angel.” Miyu jumped at this point before returning to her cool posture, hoping no one noticed. Rima then continued, “Well we’re here to find out about the weapon that Tsuasa apparently has. And that weapon is apparently you. But to be frank, I don’t think you could be a weapon, right Ven?” The Vaporeon that sat on the ground, looked up at the boy and sighed in confusion, “To be honest? No. I don’t see how you can be different to anyone in this room. We’re all different, I suppose the main question is, what power do Tsuasa think you have in order to help them, and why haven’t they told you? And also, is this said power good, evil, or both?”
The leader, Sulteron, taking immediate charge. When she began to converse with Connor, Miyu became a little suspiscious. She was 16 years old, in intelligence and body, and she knew these little reactions between the pair, despite her heritage of being… well… not human. And when neither of them realised it, instead ignoring it, she couldn’t help but giggle a little. Kazuki nudged his human gently with his head in response. Miyu startled and then gave a warm smile at her daemon, stroking his head, realising that being her usually self was the best option. After all the stares and tiny movements between Connor and Sulteron were familiar to Miyu; it was the same way that she acted whenever she saw Haruto and he riled her up as usual. Thinking that this would not be the wisest conversation topic however, Miyu gave a slight cough and then gently closed the door once everyone was inside, before stepping to Connor’s side and bowing her head. “I’m sorry Connor. They told me things… things that didn’t make sense in my mind, but that obviously made sense in some way. I trust them. And you know what I am right? So I think that it should be a consideration in this conversation. And also, you can’t be evil, not you, no way, I don't believe that you'd willingly be something like that, and if it's not willing, it's not you. Just please hear them out. Again, I’m so sorry.”
Rima watched as everyone entered the room. A boy stood at the end of the large chambers. He was different than the common person – but then again she couldn’t complain, after all she was the only person in the entire room that could be considered a ‘normal’ human. Normal not really having a specific meaning, but instead meaning that there was nothing extremely special about her. Anyway that was a different story. It didn’t matter what people looked like. After Sulteron had spoken to him, and Miyu apologised for some reason, Rima felt that it was her turn to follow in her leader’s footsteps. Therefore, Rima bounded toward where Sulteron was standing, and putting both of her hands on Sulteron’s shoulders, poked her head out from behind the Shiny Espeon Morph. Rima gave a really happy smile aimed toward Connor, all the while cheerful stating as if the situation wasn’t serious, “Hi there. I’m Rima, Rima Windsong, and this is my daemon, Ven. Oh! And also my Swablu Dawn, and this little guy on my head is my friend Pichu.” Rima smiled happily. Pichu staring wide eyed at the boy and Dawn not paying attention as she groomed her feathery wings.
Rima then ducked under her arms and stepped toward Connor, but not too closely. She looked him up and down, wondering what was so special about him. Was he really the weapon? Standing up straight, Rima crossed her arms and gave a warm pout stating, “Is he really a weapon? I heard a lot about the weapon, and when I was attacked it was by some complete mean guy with weird coloured Pokemon. They were all dark and gloomy, black, purple and red, all sorts of darky colours.” She glanced back toward Connor before speaking again, “I mean if anything he looks like the one that saved me. The Lucario that was white and blue with wings, like an Angel.” Miyu jumped at this point before returning to her cool posture, hoping no one noticed. Rima then continued, “Well we’re here to find out about the weapon that Tsuasa apparently has. And that weapon is apparently you. But to be frank, I don’t think you could be a weapon, right Ven?” The Vaporeon that sat on the ground, looked up at the boy and sighed in confusion, “To be honest? No. I don’t see how you can be different to anyone in this room. We’re all different, I suppose the main question is, what power do Tsuasa think you have in order to help them, and why haven’t they told you? And also, is this said power good, evil, or both?”