unkinder | Voicemail

If you're going to send me more messenger boys, I'm not interested.

Oh, don't be like that. You got a shark out of the deal, didn't you?

...

He told me there was a tornado with sharks in it.

And I fail to see how him being off his rocker has anything to do with the fact that you got a damn shark for it.

[He'd be a lot more appreciative of his shark if it didn't immediately try to take his arm off the second it was free of it's Pokeball, thanks.]

Where are you now?

Back at base. So I assume not too far from you.

[...]

Why are you messaging me, then?

[He's almost surprised Schuldig didn't just come sauntering in without warning.]

Because I'm carrying about thirty flakes of carnivorous precipitation and I figured you wouldn't want that shit in your room. Be patient.

Fine.

[Yes mom.]

I got an Eevee.

[Well if you're making him wait, he's going to talk about his Pokemon.]

Did somebody give it to you?

I got someone to breed one for me, yes.

You can start admitting I was right anytime now.

[Nnnnnnnnnn.]

They are a breeder. That's what they do. I asked, and they bred an egg for me. I don't see what's so special about that.

That's right. You asked.

Get things by playing nice with the suckers, Nagi, this isn't hard.

I don't want anything else from these people.

People are still too hard for you, huh?

[There's a long pause there before Nagi answers.]

I made a post to the Network before the storm, and someone offered to help me if I ever needed it. They don't even know my name. They don't know who I am at all, and yet they offer themselves openly to a complete stranger.

I don't understand it.

You know, if I were Crawford, that'd be my cue to coach you on all the ways that asshole might be setting you up to betray you at worst or let you down at best.

Since I'm not, why don't you try taking a guess at their motive? It's not like you're in any trouble if you get it wrong, if you're just talking it out with me.

At first I was just asking the general public about new species of Pokemon I'm unfamiliar with. They were a breeder too, so they answered. They acted concerned about my wanting to train Pokemon that would remain loyal to me as well as competitive in battle. They told me to be careful.

I asked them why they even care about what happens to me, or what I do, and their response was... "why shouldn't I care about you?"

That's when they offered to help me.

[...]

I think they will try to take advantage of me, if I were to ever actually be foolish enough to take them up on their offer.

It's either that or they're an idiot.

There are such things as sentimental fools who want to help people solely out of the goodness of their heart. Remember that girl Sakura?

[He writes "The lengths she went to were ridiculous. Foolish.", looks it over, and then erases it. What was the driving force that kept pushing her along? It wasn't simply the goodness of her heart.

It was love.

...instead, he keeps it short, perhaps to avoid the risk of being a hypocrite. Yet at the same time he knows that if Schuldig were around, and his powers weren't so dampened, he certainly would have caught that.

Lucky him, he supposes.]

I remember her.

She wasn't out to backstab us. She just wanted to do one nice thing for her precious Aya.

Either way, it made a damn mess of things.

So you think this person is just as sentimental as she was, then. Nothing more.

I didn't say that. I'm saying it's within the realm of possibility.

You can't start predicting a person's motivations until you know something about them.

You're the one who asked me to do just that, Schuldig.

Either way, I don't care what their motivation is. I don't plan on ever contacting them.

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