The stage is revealed by a pair of opening red curtains. It’s a rather simple set up- the center of it has a desk with a few various papers and cards scattered about it. A full orchestra was set up to the left of the desk, a group of humans in tuxedos holding various instruments. A small Ducklett in a tuxedo sat in front of the band, holding a conductor’s stick. Suddenly, the band began playing a catchy, jazzy, tune. A deep voice boomed over the stage’s loudspeakers.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Late Night With The Writer! Heeeeeeere’s your host, The Writer!” A man no older than twenty walked out onto the stage, wearing a black tuxedo, complete with black shoes and a tie. The man was rather overweight, but he walked with confidence. Short black-brown hair showed evidence of early balding, and a rather thick beard covered the bottom of his face, though his upper lip was clean. He waved to the cheering audience as he walked in front of the dark stage backdrop, and sat in his chair, smiling. His deep brown eyes observed the audience before he spoke.
“Welcome, folks! First time talking to you all directly, and boy we have a great show for you tonight! Now, since we’ve been 14 chapters into this story, I figured it was time for a change of pace… so I’m here to ask your favorite characters some questions for you!”
“Except for one that’s not really a question,” the Ducklett remarks.
“Shut up, Wade,” The Writer snaps.
“Sorry, I don’t listen to egotistical douchebags that put themselves in the story they’re writing as a talkshow host,” Wade snaps back.
“And I don’t listen to Fly slaves.” The Ducklett gasps in horror.
“YOU SWORE YOU’D NEVER TELL!”
“… dude, I’ve mentioned you on the skype chat AT LEAST twice.”
“… that doesn’t make you any less of a bastard…” he whines. The Writer rolls his eyes in frustration.
“Anyway, you guys had some questions for me so I’ll answer em first!”
You!
You: What exactly was the deal with Rock anyways? What were you planning to do with him before you decided to off him?
Answer: Rock was going to actually be Cress and a former member of Team Plasma, and he was going to fight some of the Sages from Team Plasma, but he was poorly executed so he’s dead. That’s not to say I’m not going to rework the concept at some point to not be a self-insert, but that won’t be for a long time, and probably not even in this run.
Themes!
Katara
Renton
Guile
Toph
Kellie
Naoto
Aile
Anabelle
Bianca
Arcee
“… And now that’s over with, it’s time to call Aile and her entire team onto the set!” The audience cheers as the brunette walks on stage, her team close behind her. She sits down in a leather chair and looks to The Writer.
“Glad to be here, Writer,” she greets.
“Cool, let’s get right down to the questions, then,” he answers.
Katara
Your favorite flavor of ice cream?
“Vanilla with crystals!”
How bouncy are you?
“… I think Aile and Bianca got me to hit the ceiling from bouncing me off the floor hard enough when I was little, but I don’t know now.”
Does it hurt when you bounce?
“Nope!”
Don't you get dizzy rolling around all the time?
“If I roll around long enough I get a little dizzy, but it takes a few hours.”
How do you feel about the corruption in the police force?
“What’s a “corruption”?”
ohmygodyouaresoadorablecanIhugyou!?
“Of course!”
Do you have any memories of before Alie found you?
The Spheal’s demeanor changes, the little thing frowning. “… Some.”
Your opinions on the rest of the team?
“Kellie and I are best friends!” The sandile cries in agreement to this- it appears they REALLY bonded during the team’s desert search, for whatever reason. The Spheal looks back and forth between the rest of her team members, her black puppy dog eyes landing on Renton next. “Well… Renton and I are basically family… he’s also tried to teach me a lot of things too, like whatever sarcasm is.” The Snivy audibly groans. “As for Naoto… he’s quiet but he cares about me!” The pink blob hovers in place, but seems to agree with the assessment.
The Spheal pauses and looks at Toph and Guile, pondering. Finally, she speaks up.
“Toph and Guile bicker more than Renton and Aile do.” Neither pokemon disagrees with the assessment.
Also you do know that EVERYONE loves you right?
“Yep!"
Katara: What had happened to you before Aile found you?
The Spheal sighs.
“Well… I was attacked by a bunch of mean sharks when I was really young. Mama pushed me away on a little iceberg and dove into the water… and…” The Spheal’s eyes begin to water. “Can we not talk about this anymore?” Aile bends down from her leather chair and picks up the Spheal, hugging her tightly in her arms.
“That’s enough, who’s next?”
Aile
Aile (present day): Aside from the Spheal line what's your favorite Pokémon? And favorite type for that matter.
“Skitty…” She pauses to think about her favorite type. “… I’d have to go with Steel type, actually. Grandpa Cedric has this really cool Metagross named Omega that I saw first when I was little, and I’ve always wanted to train a steel type since then.”
Aile: *for before the Bianca incident:* How does going on your journey feel? Does the idea of potentially becoming Champion excite you?
“Before that incident? Well, it’s a nice change of pace, to be honest. I felt like I wasn’t really going anywhere with my life just by sitting around helping Aurea with lab work… that being said, I could live without being the champion. For now, anyway, I’m not nearly good enough to beat Alder or the Elite Four."
Are you going to let Katara evolve?
“Absolutely not.”
Aile: just calm down everything will work out in the end maybe.
Aile raises an eyebrow at the statement, and turns to look at The Writer, who simply shrugs. “I know, not a question.“ The brunette sighs.
“Well um… thanks for your encouragement, person I have no idea who you are.”
Alie: What do you think happened to Cheren?
“I have no idea, and frankly I don’t really care.”
Aile: It's obvious how you feel but I have to wonder... are you open about your *ahem* interests?
“Now I am, but before Bianca and I sorta had to hide it from her father…” She sighs, and shudders. “Can we not talk about this?”
The Writer nods, and switches cards.
The Rest of The Team
Renton: Why are you not a servine? Don't you want to evolve?
“Eh, not really. I like arms and I grow quicker when I’m a Snivy.”
Renton: For one how did you meet Aile? Were you her intended starter? For another how quickly did you pick up on the English language? It's incredibly complex though I always envisioned the Snivy line to be one of the smarter species of 'mons. Snarky yes but intelligent.
“Holy questions Batman!” He pauses. “Anyway, I was given to her as her starter by Aurea. According to her I was her intended starter, though I still don’t know why she started her journey three years late…” He shakes his head before continuing. “And it was about… eh… half a year? With Katara, Aile, and Aurea all around me it didn’t take long before I picked up parts of the language.” Aile nodded in agreement, before rubbing the grass type under his snout.
“He’s my smart widdle boy,” she baby talks, causing the Snivy to leap back.
“HEY! We agreed you would not baby talk me anymore!” he snaps back.
Guille: What was N like?
“He was an… interesting… boy to say the least. Determined to achieve his dream, but still viewed the world through the eyes of a child…” He shakes his head and sighs. “It was unfortunate to hear he had “done” those murders- even if he hadn’t, I fear for what he’s going through right now…”
Kellie: What was your home like? Was it dangerous? A completely different question but did Team Gingers-in-Spacesuits treat you well or poorly?
The Sandile moves her snout to whisper something to Katara, who nods.
“She says her home was constantly covered by wind sand, and while somewhat dangerous, they weren’t hunted by anything.” Katara pauses for a moment to let Kellie answer the second question. “She also says that her old trainer treated her like a friend, and very nicely.”
Toph: How exactly do you sense things? Do you feel its presence or what? Also how do you eat? It just baffles me that you can.
“I sense things by feeling them through vibrations in the earth,” she answers. “And… um… to be completely honest, I have no idea how it works as well. I put things in the hole in front of my body, and they vanish.”
“Perhaps we could place your attitude there and see what happens?” Guile remarks.
“Put your hand in with it and we’ll find out what happens to it!” Toph snaps back
Naoto: What was it like in the Dreamyard? Did you have many friends there? It seems awfully secluded in there.
“Ah… it was normally a peaceful place, and if I wished to socialize I had a few Munna friends to talk with. But otherwise, the seclusion was perfect for me- there were just enough others to chat with, but enough seclusion to be alone if I wished.”
“And that’s all for Aile and her team, come back after our commercial break and we’ll have a couple of more guests before we’re done for the night!”
“… why exactly do we have commercials when you’re in control of EVERYTHING here and don’t need any funding?” Wade questions.
“Shut up, Wade.”
The commercials flash by in an instant, and two older women take Aile and company’s place.
“Ladies and gentlemen, here are Aurea Juniper and Anabelle!” The two wave to the audience. “Now, here are your questions, ladies”
Other Characters
Aurea: What's your middle name?
“Marie, just like Aile’s”
Anabelle: What kind of wine are you drinking? Can I have some?
“Cherrim Red. And sorry dear, this is my wine only.”
“… and yeah that was… that was it. Thank you for coming on the show for this oh so brief period of time, ladies!” The two wave good bye and walk off of the stage, the writer thankful he didn’t actually have to figure out how Aurea would react to Anabelle since this wasn’t canon and just some funky bullshit he thought up.
“Anyway, that’s our show for the night, folks! Thanks for tuning in, even with my douchebag of an assistant, and see you next time!” A nifty jazz tune, same as before, plays as the lights dim on stage, Wade seemingly cursing out The Writer for the last insult.
9:26 PM Jun 19