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A Grey life
Chapter 13: A Grey Life
You should know these things before reading my story
" " people speaking
( ) a person's thoughts
"you." He looked him straight in the eyes as his finger fell, letting everyone know who the winner was.
"What?!"
"Congratulations, Vincent. You are the one the viewers want to see on TV and we think you are the man for the job. You are the new star!" He walked up to Vincent and shook his hand firmly, then turned to Wendy, Tom and Mike.
"Thank you all for your cooperation. You've been very helpful. You are free to go and we expect you to tune in on the show!" He shook all their hands and practically shoved them out the door before they had the chance of saying anything. He then turned to Vincent who really hadn't processed all the facts yet. He looked like someone had sucked out his brain with a straw and left an empty, stupid shell.
"Vincent, please sit down." The man grabbed the chair and turned it in Vincent's direction. He sat down in the chair slowly, as if it was going to crumble under him, still with a dazed look on his face.
"What are you thinking Vincent? How great it is going to be? How famous you are going to get? Can you imagine how many girls will have your picture on their wall?" He leaned himself on the left side of the white desk and held his arms across his chest as he had a pleased look on his face.
Vincent couldn't say what he was thinking simply because he didn't know. There were so many thoughts, expressions and emotions whirling around in his head that he couldn't identify them all. Agitation for having to postpone his fight at Twin Falls. Curiosity about the show and what it was about. And joy for being on TV.
The majority of his feelings were negative, making him want to run away as fast as he could while screaming his lungs out.
The whirlwind inside of his head slowly came to a stop. And like a roulette wheel, the ball landed and showed to brightly shining neon words. NO WAY. With those two words, Vincent was brought back to reality. "Not really. I'm thinking about how to tell you people that you have to choose someone else. I won't do it." Vincent took his eyes from the wooden floor and looked at the people in front of him.
But he didn't get the reaction he had expected. Instead of talking amongst themselves, they sat as quiet as before. Not a sound could be heard in the small room.
"Yes you will." A tall and slender man with black, shiny hair licked back and a face that resembled that of a rat with stood up and gave Vincent a paper. "You actually don't have a choice."
The paper was the one that Vincent had signed before he participated in the tournament.
"That is a contract saying very clear that if you should win, you have to accept the prize that has been given to you and all the things that come with it." Vincent hadn't read the paper thoroughly, just signed it right away. But now, he took a close look of it again and in the last part, it stood exactly all those things. In very, very tiny letters.
"You can't do this. I just thought it was tax on the prize money!" His voice clearly showed the desperation he felt.
"Excuse our lawyer Vincent. But he is right. You are obliged to star in this new show whether you like it or not."
Vincent stood up very rapidly and stared the man in the eyes. "Can't you take any of the others? I know that Wendy would at least want this. I don't!"
"When the viewers voted, they voted for you. The one that got the second most votes was still far away to ever compete with you. They want to see you on TV and that they will. We won't change our mind."
Vincent sat back down again, admitting defeat. He held his head in his hands and drew his hands through his blonde hair. "Who are you people?" He looked back up again at the one man standing. "I know that you are the Vice President of RTV or whatever but I don't know your name. And who are all these people?" He motioned for the other five at the desk. "I can see that you are all office people and that that guy is a lawyer. But I have no clue about the rest of you."
"Yes, that's right! I haven't even introduced my employees, how inconsiderate of me. I am Max Devon." Vincent had never been any good with names. But he did remember that Devon introduced the three women as the soon to be director of the new show, the head of programme acquisition and the head of audience analyses. The two men were the lawyer and the producer of the show.
"So tell me what I need to know." He hated it all. It felt like he had been tricked and deceived by these people. His life had just taken a turn to the worse. He didn't want a camera team stepping in his heels everyday. He could even get into trouble because of the publicity he would get. The fact of the matter was that he was an alien in this world and he probably didn't have any personal records. If anyone wanted to check up on him, they could. And then, they would discover that something was odd about him. Then he would have to explain why he didn't have any records. And what does one say when asked that?!
The producer, a rather fat man with a bald head spoke up for the first time. "The name of the show is 'Wild Life'. As you heard before, the show is to last six months. It will be about the everyday life of a Pokémon trainer including the hardships, battles and the trainings. You will be filmed every day from the time you wake up to the time you go to sleep. With some exceptions of course."
"What kind of exceptions?"
"Lets just say that we won't film you using the toilet."
"Oh."
"Our crew will send in a tape everyday and we will edit it to suit the timeframe. So when we film you on Tuesday, the world will see it on Wednesday. It's very simple."
"Your crew? No. No way. You said it yourself, Vice president guy whatever your name is. You don't know anything about Pokémon or Pokémon battles. But I do. And I can tell you that having a crew of loud people running around in my heels in the wild won't let me capture any new Pokémon and you won't be able to film wild Pokémon at all."
"And why is that?" The Vice President asked.
"How many people are the crew that you had planned following me around?"
"Five, maybe six people."
"Do those people have any experience in Pokémon whatsoever?"
The Vice President thought for a while. "...no. They have experience in field work but not directly with Pokémon."
Vincent turned his left shoulder towards the desk. "See this?" He pointed to the large, white scar that went diagonally over his shoulder. "I got that from an enraged Nidoking. And I got away easy. People don't think about it but the majority of the worlds Pokémon can be very dangerous. And if you send out five or six people to follow me, I can't keep an eye on all of them. Someone might get hurt."
The fat producer lit a cigar "You won't have to keep an eye out for our crew. We can send a security team with them."
"So I have more people to follow me? No. That's even worse."
"Then what do you suggest, Vincent?"
He thought about it for a while. "One man. One camera."
The producer leaned over the table and looked Vincent in the eyes as he spoke "You are right about we don't know anything about Pokémon. But apparently, you don't know anything about filming. We need at least three cameramen to shoot from different angles and to work on shifts. Plus we need an audio operator and someone to fix the lighting."
"I can wear a mike to fix the audio. Put a flashlight on the camera to fix the lighting."
"I don't think you understand Vincent, you see..." before he could go any further, Vincent cut him off.
"No, I understand perfectly. I understand that you are depending on me to make this a good show. If you don't at least give me this, I can guarantee you that this show will be cancelled in a month because no one will watch it." The room went silent again as both the producer and Vincent stared at each other until the producer stood up and walked into another room.
"Devon. Get over here." They closed the door behind themselves and the producer stared Devon right in the eyes.
"We can't use him. The kid's much too obstinate! Any normal kid would've been happy to get this chance but he just objects and tries to change things! I think we should choose one of the others, like he said."
Devon just stood silent and stared right back at the fat man.
"No." He turned for the door.
"What?! Devon, are you serious? Why use him?"
"You saw the results of the voting yourself! That kid got 47 percent! And look at him! Have you seen those big, black things on his arms and legs? What are those?"
"I don't know! And I want to ask him as much as..."
"Exactly! You want to find out as much as possible about him!" Devon lowered his voice till it was almost a whisper. "That is special. If I'm right, I think we can make this show really big. Lets give him what he wants." The producer didn't say anything. Instead, he lit a new cigar and inhaled a lungful of smoke.
"Okay. Give the kid what he wants. But he will have to agree to some of our terms as well. And Devon? Which cameraman will come with him?"
"I think DJ should go. She's got an education in camera, lighting and audio. Plus, she can help him not look like a total bum all the time."
The producer nodded and opened the door. Vincent, who rolled around two minimized Pokéballs in his hand, observed the smiling Devon and the somewhat grumpy producer.
"Well Vincent. We have decided to let you have your way on this one. We send only one cameraman." Devon had seated himself at the white table again while the producer walked towards the door.
"Now, lets introduce you to the cameraman." Right after Devon said that, Vincent heard the door opening and the producer saying something to one of the people outside. Seconds later, the door closed.
"Why can't the others come in?" The voice was high and clear and anyone could've told it belonged to a woman.
Without noticing himself, Vincent immediately became much more tensed. He got up from the chair and turned for the woman who just had walked in. She was taller than him, around five feet eight. Vincent could see she had chestnut brown hair tied in a ponytail that stuck out through the back of her black cap and reached a couple of inches down below her shoulders. Her upper body was clad in a baby blue tank top that made her brown eyes look very light. She wore a pair of cut off jeans and beige boots along with what looked like sturdy socks. In contrast to Vincent, who still was barefoot.
When Vincent stood up, she stopped walking and just smiled as she looked at him.
"Vincent Grey, meet Diane Jones. Diane Jones, meet Vincent Grey." Devon said while gesturing towards the two.
"Hello Vincent. You can call me DJ." She smiled towards him at the same time as she tilted her head to her side and blinked a couple of times. (Hey there cutie...)
But the smile disappeared when she looked over at Devon and put her hands on her hips. "Answer me. Why can't the others come in?"
"Because they aren't going on this job. Our star here had a demand so you are the only crewmember that will work with Vincent. You better do a good job!"
"Ok. But I really think that-" She couldn't say much more until Devon interrupted her.
"Don't object DJ. Or I'll take one of the others. I believe you can do this so don't prove me wrong." He stared her fiercely in the eyes and pointed an accusing finger at her.
She smiled at him. "Thank you, sir. I won't let you down."
"Good. Now I have nothing left to say. But didn't you have something Mary?" He looked over to the left woman at the table.
(Head of audience analysis...)
"Not much, only a few objections." She rose from her chair and walked over to Vincent, staring at him all the time. She circled around him like a wolf while keeping her hands linked behind her back.
"Put your arms above your head." Somehow, she either reminded him of a Nazi in old Germany or a really strict police officer. (What are you gonna do? Check me for concealed weapons?)
"Ah. As I thought. This" She pointed to his armpit and the small gathering of hair. "has to go."
Vincent's eyes immediately got considerably larger. "Excuse me?"
The Nazi-like woman just lifted her chin a little and stared at him "According to a survey we have done, most women prefer men with shaved armpits. You will shave yours in order to make the show as popular as possible." Vincent remembered that he still had his arms in the air, so he put them to his side again.
"Hell no! Never! Girls shave their armpits but not men! And if you haven't noticed, I'm not a girl!" said Vincent
The woman looked at Devon, who stood leaned against a wall. "Listen Vincent. We agreed to your terms that only one cameraman should go with you. We are actually being very nice to you! We agreed to a term that is much more difficult than yours! The only thing you have to do is shave your armpits. That's it. If you don't, however, we can sue you for breaking a contract." Vincent stared Devon in the eyes and Devon defiantly stared back. For a few seconds, the room was dead silent.
"Fine." Vincent said between gritted teeth, never breaking the stare.
"Good choice." Devon took his back off the wall and walked over to DJ and Vincent. "DJ, you make sure that he shaves his armpits." She held back a very, very wide smile. Vincent could see that and it only made him irritated.
"Will do, sir!"
Devon turned to Vincent. "You are free to go. DJ will start the recording as soon as you wake up tomorrow, so be prepared." Devon placed his hand on Vincent's shoulder. "I have a feeling this show will be something extraordinary."
Vincent grabbed hold of Devon's hand, maybe a little harder than necessary and coldly replied, "I don't." He turned around and walked out the door. DJ followed.
"DJ!" She turned around again towards Devon. Who had his finger set on her.
"Don't. Flirt. With. Him." He shook his finger at every word, making sure she heard.
"I never do that!" She giggled and walked out into the sun, closing the door behind her.
Devon stood with his back towards his crew, seemingly looking at the door. "People, we have a change of plans. The show won't be named 'Wild Life'. The name is" He turned around
"A Grey Life."
A/N: Godday to you all. Before, I have promised that I would try to push out the chapters at a faster rate. I won't do that this time. Instead, I have to say that I will be putting this story on hiatus for a while. My reason for this is that before, I read a lot. I don't do that anymore and I have discovered that writing has been harder.
So my solution to this problem is that I take a break, read like a madman and find more inspiration that way. Don't worry. I will write more. What else would I do with all these ideas?! But, be prepared to wait a while for the next chapter. But when you get an e-mail from me, it means I'm back in the game! Think you have any ideas on the path Vincent should take? Any situations you want him in? Mail me and I might just use those ideas.
PikaJenn: Thank you for beta-reading! Care to do it again? *looks at Jenn with puppy-eyes* please?
The Duke Of BriarCliffe: Thank you for the name suggestions. I used one of them as inspiration. 'Living on The Wild Side' magically turned into 'Wild Life'.
Ravens Destiny: Thank you for the... um... hug. And I won't meddle in the affairs of Dragons! Only if I can make Vincent catch them! ^_^
Leo Cole: I WILL fix that error! *writes it down on hand* But if I know myself, I probably will forget it in half an hour... -__-
The Crystal Wyvern: You should also have thanks for the name suggestions. I found yours very helpful. On the matter of R/S Pokes, I won't reveal anything. But I can say one thing: "Ugly duckling". Eh? Eh? There's a brain buster for ya. :)
Lunar Heart: One of my reasons for pausing a bit is to get the ability to go deeper into emotions and thoughts, like you said. And you made some good suggestions about the Pokémon too!
Random Dude and Inferno719: Glad to see you reviewing. You also have my thanks for that. / Yorun
A Grey life
Chapter 13: A Grey Life
You should know these things before reading my story
" " people speaking
( ) a person's thoughts
"you." He looked him straight in the eyes as his finger fell, letting everyone know who the winner was.
"What?!"
"Congratulations, Vincent. You are the one the viewers want to see on TV and we think you are the man for the job. You are the new star!" He walked up to Vincent and shook his hand firmly, then turned to Wendy, Tom and Mike.
"Thank you all for your cooperation. You've been very helpful. You are free to go and we expect you to tune in on the show!" He shook all their hands and practically shoved them out the door before they had the chance of saying anything. He then turned to Vincent who really hadn't processed all the facts yet. He looked like someone had sucked out his brain with a straw and left an empty, stupid shell.
"Vincent, please sit down." The man grabbed the chair and turned it in Vincent's direction. He sat down in the chair slowly, as if it was going to crumble under him, still with a dazed look on his face.
"What are you thinking Vincent? How great it is going to be? How famous you are going to get? Can you imagine how many girls will have your picture on their wall?" He leaned himself on the left side of the white desk and held his arms across his chest as he had a pleased look on his face.
Vincent couldn't say what he was thinking simply because he didn't know. There were so many thoughts, expressions and emotions whirling around in his head that he couldn't identify them all. Agitation for having to postpone his fight at Twin Falls. Curiosity about the show and what it was about. And joy for being on TV.
The majority of his feelings were negative, making him want to run away as fast as he could while screaming his lungs out.
The whirlwind inside of his head slowly came to a stop. And like a roulette wheel, the ball landed and showed to brightly shining neon words. NO WAY. With those two words, Vincent was brought back to reality. "Not really. I'm thinking about how to tell you people that you have to choose someone else. I won't do it." Vincent took his eyes from the wooden floor and looked at the people in front of him.
But he didn't get the reaction he had expected. Instead of talking amongst themselves, they sat as quiet as before. Not a sound could be heard in the small room.
"Yes you will." A tall and slender man with black, shiny hair licked back and a face that resembled that of a rat with stood up and gave Vincent a paper. "You actually don't have a choice."
The paper was the one that Vincent had signed before he participated in the tournament.
"That is a contract saying very clear that if you should win, you have to accept the prize that has been given to you and all the things that come with it." Vincent hadn't read the paper thoroughly, just signed it right away. But now, he took a close look of it again and in the last part, it stood exactly all those things. In very, very tiny letters.
"You can't do this. I just thought it was tax on the prize money!" His voice clearly showed the desperation he felt.
"Excuse our lawyer Vincent. But he is right. You are obliged to star in this new show whether you like it or not."
Vincent stood up very rapidly and stared the man in the eyes. "Can't you take any of the others? I know that Wendy would at least want this. I don't!"
"When the viewers voted, they voted for you. The one that got the second most votes was still far away to ever compete with you. They want to see you on TV and that they will. We won't change our mind."
Vincent sat back down again, admitting defeat. He held his head in his hands and drew his hands through his blonde hair. "Who are you people?" He looked back up again at the one man standing. "I know that you are the Vice President of RTV or whatever but I don't know your name. And who are all these people?" He motioned for the other five at the desk. "I can see that you are all office people and that that guy is a lawyer. But I have no clue about the rest of you."
"Yes, that's right! I haven't even introduced my employees, how inconsiderate of me. I am Max Devon." Vincent had never been any good with names. But he did remember that Devon introduced the three women as the soon to be director of the new show, the head of programme acquisition and the head of audience analyses. The two men were the lawyer and the producer of the show.
"So tell me what I need to know." He hated it all. It felt like he had been tricked and deceived by these people. His life had just taken a turn to the worse. He didn't want a camera team stepping in his heels everyday. He could even get into trouble because of the publicity he would get. The fact of the matter was that he was an alien in this world and he probably didn't have any personal records. If anyone wanted to check up on him, they could. And then, they would discover that something was odd about him. Then he would have to explain why he didn't have any records. And what does one say when asked that?!
The producer, a rather fat man with a bald head spoke up for the first time. "The name of the show is 'Wild Life'. As you heard before, the show is to last six months. It will be about the everyday life of a Pokémon trainer including the hardships, battles and the trainings. You will be filmed every day from the time you wake up to the time you go to sleep. With some exceptions of course."
"What kind of exceptions?"
"Lets just say that we won't film you using the toilet."
"Oh."
"Our crew will send in a tape everyday and we will edit it to suit the timeframe. So when we film you on Tuesday, the world will see it on Wednesday. It's very simple."
"Your crew? No. No way. You said it yourself, Vice president guy whatever your name is. You don't know anything about Pokémon or Pokémon battles. But I do. And I can tell you that having a crew of loud people running around in my heels in the wild won't let me capture any new Pokémon and you won't be able to film wild Pokémon at all."
"And why is that?" The Vice President asked.
"How many people are the crew that you had planned following me around?"
"Five, maybe six people."
"Do those people have any experience in Pokémon whatsoever?"
The Vice President thought for a while. "...no. They have experience in field work but not directly with Pokémon."
Vincent turned his left shoulder towards the desk. "See this?" He pointed to the large, white scar that went diagonally over his shoulder. "I got that from an enraged Nidoking. And I got away easy. People don't think about it but the majority of the worlds Pokémon can be very dangerous. And if you send out five or six people to follow me, I can't keep an eye on all of them. Someone might get hurt."
The fat producer lit a cigar "You won't have to keep an eye out for our crew. We can send a security team with them."
"So I have more people to follow me? No. That's even worse."
"Then what do you suggest, Vincent?"
He thought about it for a while. "One man. One camera."
The producer leaned over the table and looked Vincent in the eyes as he spoke "You are right about we don't know anything about Pokémon. But apparently, you don't know anything about filming. We need at least three cameramen to shoot from different angles and to work on shifts. Plus we need an audio operator and someone to fix the lighting."
"I can wear a mike to fix the audio. Put a flashlight on the camera to fix the lighting."
"I don't think you understand Vincent, you see..." before he could go any further, Vincent cut him off.
"No, I understand perfectly. I understand that you are depending on me to make this a good show. If you don't at least give me this, I can guarantee you that this show will be cancelled in a month because no one will watch it." The room went silent again as both the producer and Vincent stared at each other until the producer stood up and walked into another room.
"Devon. Get over here." They closed the door behind themselves and the producer stared Devon right in the eyes.
"We can't use him. The kid's much too obstinate! Any normal kid would've been happy to get this chance but he just objects and tries to change things! I think we should choose one of the others, like he said."
Devon just stood silent and stared right back at the fat man.
"No." He turned for the door.
"What?! Devon, are you serious? Why use him?"
"You saw the results of the voting yourself! That kid got 47 percent! And look at him! Have you seen those big, black things on his arms and legs? What are those?"
"I don't know! And I want to ask him as much as..."
"Exactly! You want to find out as much as possible about him!" Devon lowered his voice till it was almost a whisper. "That is special. If I'm right, I think we can make this show really big. Lets give him what he wants." The producer didn't say anything. Instead, he lit a new cigar and inhaled a lungful of smoke.
"Okay. Give the kid what he wants. But he will have to agree to some of our terms as well. And Devon? Which cameraman will come with him?"
"I think DJ should go. She's got an education in camera, lighting and audio. Plus, she can help him not look like a total bum all the time."
The producer nodded and opened the door. Vincent, who rolled around two minimized Pokéballs in his hand, observed the smiling Devon and the somewhat grumpy producer.
"Well Vincent. We have decided to let you have your way on this one. We send only one cameraman." Devon had seated himself at the white table again while the producer walked towards the door.
"Now, lets introduce you to the cameraman." Right after Devon said that, Vincent heard the door opening and the producer saying something to one of the people outside. Seconds later, the door closed.
"Why can't the others come in?" The voice was high and clear and anyone could've told it belonged to a woman.
Without noticing himself, Vincent immediately became much more tensed. He got up from the chair and turned for the woman who just had walked in. She was taller than him, around five feet eight. Vincent could see she had chestnut brown hair tied in a ponytail that stuck out through the back of her black cap and reached a couple of inches down below her shoulders. Her upper body was clad in a baby blue tank top that made her brown eyes look very light. She wore a pair of cut off jeans and beige boots along with what looked like sturdy socks. In contrast to Vincent, who still was barefoot.
When Vincent stood up, she stopped walking and just smiled as she looked at him.
"Vincent Grey, meet Diane Jones. Diane Jones, meet Vincent Grey." Devon said while gesturing towards the two.
"Hello Vincent. You can call me DJ." She smiled towards him at the same time as she tilted her head to her side and blinked a couple of times. (Hey there cutie...)
But the smile disappeared when she looked over at Devon and put her hands on her hips. "Answer me. Why can't the others come in?"
"Because they aren't going on this job. Our star here had a demand so you are the only crewmember that will work with Vincent. You better do a good job!"
"Ok. But I really think that-" She couldn't say much more until Devon interrupted her.
"Don't object DJ. Or I'll take one of the others. I believe you can do this so don't prove me wrong." He stared her fiercely in the eyes and pointed an accusing finger at her.
She smiled at him. "Thank you, sir. I won't let you down."
"Good. Now I have nothing left to say. But didn't you have something Mary?" He looked over to the left woman at the table.
(Head of audience analysis...)
"Not much, only a few objections." She rose from her chair and walked over to Vincent, staring at him all the time. She circled around him like a wolf while keeping her hands linked behind her back.
"Put your arms above your head." Somehow, she either reminded him of a Nazi in old Germany or a really strict police officer. (What are you gonna do? Check me for concealed weapons?)
"Ah. As I thought. This" She pointed to his armpit and the small gathering of hair. "has to go."
Vincent's eyes immediately got considerably larger. "Excuse me?"
The Nazi-like woman just lifted her chin a little and stared at him "According to a survey we have done, most women prefer men with shaved armpits. You will shave yours in order to make the show as popular as possible." Vincent remembered that he still had his arms in the air, so he put them to his side again.
"Hell no! Never! Girls shave their armpits but not men! And if you haven't noticed, I'm not a girl!" said Vincent
The woman looked at Devon, who stood leaned against a wall. "Listen Vincent. We agreed to your terms that only one cameraman should go with you. We are actually being very nice to you! We agreed to a term that is much more difficult than yours! The only thing you have to do is shave your armpits. That's it. If you don't, however, we can sue you for breaking a contract." Vincent stared Devon in the eyes and Devon defiantly stared back. For a few seconds, the room was dead silent.
"Fine." Vincent said between gritted teeth, never breaking the stare.
"Good choice." Devon took his back off the wall and walked over to DJ and Vincent. "DJ, you make sure that he shaves his armpits." She held back a very, very wide smile. Vincent could see that and it only made him irritated.
"Will do, sir!"
Devon turned to Vincent. "You are free to go. DJ will start the recording as soon as you wake up tomorrow, so be prepared." Devon placed his hand on Vincent's shoulder. "I have a feeling this show will be something extraordinary."
Vincent grabbed hold of Devon's hand, maybe a little harder than necessary and coldly replied, "I don't." He turned around and walked out the door. DJ followed.
"DJ!" She turned around again towards Devon. Who had his finger set on her.
"Don't. Flirt. With. Him." He shook his finger at every word, making sure she heard.
"I never do that!" She giggled and walked out into the sun, closing the door behind her.
Devon stood with his back towards his crew, seemingly looking at the door. "People, we have a change of plans. The show won't be named 'Wild Life'. The name is" He turned around
"A Grey Life."
A/N: Godday to you all. Before, I have promised that I would try to push out the chapters at a faster rate. I won't do that this time. Instead, I have to say that I will be putting this story on hiatus for a while. My reason for this is that before, I read a lot. I don't do that anymore and I have discovered that writing has been harder.
So my solution to this problem is that I take a break, read like a madman and find more inspiration that way. Don't worry. I will write more. What else would I do with all these ideas?! But, be prepared to wait a while for the next chapter. But when you get an e-mail from me, it means I'm back in the game! Think you have any ideas on the path Vincent should take? Any situations you want him in? Mail me and I might just use those ideas.
PikaJenn: Thank you for beta-reading! Care to do it again? *looks at Jenn with puppy-eyes* please?
The Duke Of BriarCliffe: Thank you for the name suggestions. I used one of them as inspiration. 'Living on The Wild Side' magically turned into 'Wild Life'.
Ravens Destiny: Thank you for the... um... hug. And I won't meddle in the affairs of Dragons! Only if I can make Vincent catch them! ^_^
Leo Cole: I WILL fix that error! *writes it down on hand* But if I know myself, I probably will forget it in half an hour... -__-
The Crystal Wyvern: You should also have thanks for the name suggestions. I found yours very helpful. On the matter of R/S Pokes, I won't reveal anything. But I can say one thing: "Ugly duckling". Eh? Eh? There's a brain buster for ya. :)
Lunar Heart: One of my reasons for pausing a bit is to get the ability to go deeper into emotions and thoughts, like you said. And you made some good suggestions about the Pokémon too!
Random Dude and Inferno719: Glad to see you reviewing. You also have my thanks for that. / Yorun