Interview 1
"Did I want to return as a trainer?" In front of the camera, a man with a rose colored pompadour repeated the question. The light did nothing except make him paler - making him a rather pallor looking fellow. He sat - at the center of the camera - in a burgundy leather armchair. Dressed immaculately - he sat with one of his ankle on his knee - his face resting on the knuckles of his hand - and looking rather contemplative on the question.
The illusion of the silence lapses the time to infinity.
Underneath him - a text appeared - reading:
"Achilles"
Vertress Conference - Top 8
2nd Vertress Conference - Top 4
3rd Vertress Conference - Runner-Up
Unova Invitationals - Failed Champion Title Shots: 2
1 Time Unova Champion
"No." The man finally answered. "I've had my adventure - I had my time in the light - times have changed." He sighs. "Some trainers are born to be great, and then there are people like me."
The interviewer inquires what he meant by people like him.
"Idiots that get their Pokémon killed. I got my title as champion - and it took me six tries and eight dead Pokémon."
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"Please, there is no need to thank me for my services." In front of the camera, the veteran responded back to the interviewer's practiced thanks, "It was an honor to serve for my country - and I wouldn't have it any other way." his eyes wandered around - not really looking directly at the camera - but he was still listening to the interviewer - asking him what he did afterwards. Scratching his umber hair - scruffing his shaggy hair even more - he thought on the answer to that particular question.
"Door Knocker"
Vertress Conference - Runner Up
Ever Grande Conference - Runner Up
Hoenn Invitational - Title Match [Draw]
MHT (Most Honorable Trainer)
"I just went back home - to White Forest. I - I needed time - away." He jumbled with his diction, "With everything that had happened - I couldn't just jump in and -"
Suddenly his eyes honed onto the camera; his gaze, locked in - yet at the same time - seems so far away. What was he looking at? What was he seeing?
"- sorry about that. Not really good with these interviews - mind if we take a break?"
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"No, Professor Sycamore is not skirt-chasin' some mom." The camera catches her one eye rolling in exasperation - her other eye covered by her auburn bangs. "Is that the gossip of the week? Which mom Professor Sycamore is sleeping with?" She loudly blows a Bronx cheer, "Wish he would just go out and get laid - least he'd get off my ass on making rounds."
"Gwen"
Author of "Untapped - Shattering Conventional Ideas of Pokémon Evolution"
Lead Researcher of the 4th Edition of the Kalos Pokédex
Discovered 8 new Mega Evolution
A beat. Her eyes quickly widen. Realizing what she had just said, she lifted her arms and frantically attempted to wave off the last comment; the sleeves of her labcoat slipping down to her elbows. She looked absolutely terrified what had come out of her mouth. "Not that you need to Professor! I'm just saying - if you ever need the time to take a break, you totally should go out and check out Lumiose City at night; not that I would know anything about that - I mean I only hear stories of the lab assistants talking about your cute ass - I'll be quiet now."
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"You know, I've never won a single battle against Cynthia." There was nobody in the seat - instead a pair of feet were sticking behind the head of the armchair. The feet flop to the left, "Like I've beaten the Kanto region - I've already swept the Elite Four - and made Lance kiss my feet -"
The interviewer interjected that Lance never kissed her feet.
"...you sure about that?"
"Dual Fist"
Indigo Plateau Conference - 21-1
4 Years - Kanto League Champion
0-51 vs Cynthia
Bra/cup size: 38F
There's an audible sound of a cork being popped open before being followed up by a series of distinctive gulps. After the fourth gulp, the sound pauses -
"Then again, I am pretty drunk - did I ever tell you guys that one story where I molested Cynthia after she became champion?"
The interviewer responds with a no, she has not heard the drunken woman tell that particular story.
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"Between Asmund and Gudmund," began the elderly sea dog. "Twenty and still fat around the cheeks - my Pokémon and I sailed with a fresh wind on our starboard quarter - and like many young landlubber - I humor the folly of conquering the sea - I was quite naive back then - back then, there wasn't a reason to think of the danger - I should've known better."
Old Man of the Sea
Ask any sailor who he is.
He gave a long, steady, and contemplative puff, and settled himself in his chair. The location set in the captain's quarter - as the captain forlornly gazes upon the moonlight sky. "It happened all at one - there a breeze from the north. It was a phenomenon that never happened to me before - and it gripped my soul with apprehension. My sail was catching the wind - and yet - my ship could make no headway for the eddies. I should've turned back."
Soon his face was was hidden away - behind the whirlwind of smoke - "It happened so suddenly - the morning sky was quickly blanketed by a copper-colored cloud at an astounding pace. The breeze that had headed my ship off fell off - as if to mock me and my crew - our ship stayed dead - becalmed - drifting in every direction. I learned the next three times to savor that moment of peace."
Another puff of smoke,
"But the first time? There wasn't enough time to think. Two seconds. That's all it took for the storm to be upon us. As if Death had lurched from the sea - and dragged the sky god from the heavens - in less than two seconds - the sky was entirely overcast; it became so dark - I couldn't see my own Pokémon. The tempest blew - and to describe the strength of the storm is even more foolish than trying to experience it. At that time - I had never experienced anything like it. I had let my sails go by the run before the storm took me - but at the first gust - the masts went by the board - as if they had been sawed off. My poor Sudowoodo - she sunk along with the mainmast."
He sighs, "I survived that night by throwing myself flat on the deck - my feet against the narrow gunwale of the bow - my hands grasping the ring-bold near the foot of the foremast."
The interviewer asks if he was trained to do that.
"No. It was mere instinct that prompted me to do so. I was too frantic to try and survive - the ship completely deluged - and I had to hold my breath and let go of the bolt - I had lost the fight before it had begun - it was while I was swimming back up for air that I saw her."
The interviewer repeats the last word as a question. Instead of answering the question - the trainer begins to fidget behind the cloud of smoke. The microphone catches the distinct noise of a metallic alloy bouncing off each other. "What I had discovered - as I swim back to the shores of Onofre - it was a Pokémon passively using Rain Dance to conjure the storm." The microphone catches another sound - this one more familiar than the last; a sound of a Pokéball growing in size.
"This," he holds it out in front of the camera - a Master Ball. "Has sunken not only four of my ships - but it has also killed twelve of my men and four of my Pokémon."
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"Thank you, I'd love more tea." A dark shirt intern rushed to her side - with a thermos in hand - as he poured the hot liquid into the woman's tea cup. "This tea is rather delicious - what kind of tea is this?"
The interviewer answers: Kirkland.
"Costco always has the good stuff." The camera solely focused on her face - saving those with actual fashion sense their sanity by cutting off from her horrendous multi-color hippie shirt. Now that the interviewer had said that to herself - she can't help but to notice that the woman screams "hippie." The interviewer politely prods if the woman sitting in front of her is actually Kirby Taylor.
The woman coyly grins behind her cup.
"The Shooting Star"
Lead Researcher in Discovering the Sail Fossil
Author of "Tapping into our Inner Indiana Jones - The World Is Our Museum"
3 year Sinnoh League Champion
"I'm trilled that my 後輩 is doing so well." She began, "I was so worried - normally title transfers are notoriously difficult; with all the paper work and the title defenses, my heart went out to Cynthia." She sighs, "To be a champion at twenty-one. That's an immense undertaking for anyone." She shakes her head, "What's even more crazy is how she manages to do daily title defenses. I could never do anything like that."
The interviewer asks for the reason.
"Well, that would mean I would have less time to have tea with Bertha. Oh, did you know that Cynthia's interests in archaeology aligns with her passion for battling?"
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"W-Wait do I have this on right?" asked the young man - his Pikachu staring up at his trainer, looking rather weary for his trainer.
Ash Ketchum
Trainer from Pallet Town
Indigo Plateau Conference - Top 16
Silver Conference - Top 8
Ever Grande Conference - Top 8
Lily of the Valley Conference - Top 4
Vertress Conference - Top 8
Orange League Champion
Completed the Battle Frontier
The interviewer affirms that the mic is placed on correctly, "Sorry, not really good with something like this." The interviewer comforts the trainer that he's doing alright and that everything was going to be okay. She begins by listing his accomplishment as a trainer - and emphasize how he was able to do this - just as he reaches his seventeenth birthday.
"Wow." both trainer and Pokémon stared at one another - looking rather surprised. "Pikachu - can you believe that we've been together for that long?"
What's more surprising is how you still have a Pikachu after seven years. Now that is dedication.
"Did you know that me and Pikachu started off our journey hating each other?" The duo laughed - catching the interviewer off guard. "I remember - when I tried to put you back into the Pokéball - you'd smack it away with your tail." Pikachu giggled, "Mom thought it was a good bonding experience for us - then you thundershock'd everyone in the town."
That made Pikachu sheepishly scratch it's head with guilt - only for it to coo as his trainer affectionately rubbed the Pokémon's head, "Don't worry Pikachu, no one was mad about that. I'm just teasing you." In response, Pikachu playfully but roughly smacked his trainer's hand with it's tail. "Okay, I deserved that." Pikachu puffs it's chest.
The interviewer asks if he would ever evolve his Pikachu.
"Nope."
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Interview 1 End