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One. Can You Introduce Yourself to Me?
“Yeah, sure! I’m Paint. Last name too? Mossrot. How about yourself?”
One-a. What does he look like? How is he sitting there? Is he fidgeting?
He’s draped, lounging across the chair, resting his chin in a delicately positioned hand, elbow on the armrest, legs crossed comfortably. He looks at ease, confident. He’s dressed nicely, but not flashily. His clothes match his colors well, blue, silver, some black, a few shades of purple maybe. I know he wears pink often as well, maybe yellow and gold, or orange too. He’s swinging one leg idly, I bet he rarely sits still. He looks like a guy who always has to move. Not so much eye-contact, but gaze lazily roving the room. When I speak to him, he looks right at me. It’s hard to ignore the sparkling and shifting of his jewelry as he moves in the shaft of sunlight he’s sitting in.
Two. I’m Oakley! I’m pretty excited for this. Okay, first real question: You win one million gold pieces in the lottery. What do you buy? What do you do?
“Gods above, that’s a lot of coin, even for me. What do you even do with all that money? I suppose I’d just keep it around, and simply never have any financial worries again. I’d share it with my pals, that’s for sure.”
Two-a. What was his reaction?
Raised eyebrows, slight shift into a more comfortable position. He thinks he’s going to be here for a while. He pauses before giving his real answer, stopping to ponder his own question first. He answers with a shrug. I doubt he put too much thought into that, or thinks it would be that big of a deal.
Three. Someone pushed you on the street, maybe by accident, maybe on purpose. What do you do? How do you react?
“Oh, nothing. It’s by no means worth getting into a fight with people over that stuff. Just keep walking.”
Three-a. What was his reaction?
A slight laugh as he answered. He means what he says, he wouldn’t care at all. I doubt he’d even think about it for too long.
Four. Who would star as you in a play about you?
“Oh, I don't know any actors, really. I've steered clear of that scene for the most part. Plays aren't really my thing."
Five. What’s the last thing you laughed at?
“Well, really laughed? Ohh, boy, let’s see. Well, right before this, one of my friends was talking to a barmaid, and made a really, really funny joke. The barmaid whipped right around and said something even funnier in reply. I won’t repeat it, for the sake of the audience members, but yeah…that was funny.”
Five-a. What was his reaction?
He drew his tail up around his legs as he spoke, struggling to keep his smile from turning into laughter. He clearly still finds whatever it was very entertaining.
Six. You’ll have to tell me after the talk, now you got me curious. Okay, last question. What do you think about me, knowing I created you, crafted your history and everything about you?
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll tell you once we’re off the record. What do I think of you? Wow. Well. I talked to Emma outside, and compared to him I think I got off pretty lucky. But honestly I don’t have a problem with you. Whether you created me or not, I am who I am. I can’t honestly convince myself you could do much to change that. I’m ingrained now, aren’t I? Maybe I’m a little annoyed about my disability, but I’m no coward, am I? You’re letting me roam, letting me explore. I’m looking forward to this adventure you’re sending me out on, that’s for sure. I hope you’ve got a good ending planned for your other characters, they seem in pretty rough shape, some of them. I’m glad I exist, that’s for sure. And you seem pretty cool. I wonder how much of you you put in me.”
Six-a. Are you normally this…evocative, or am I just special?
“Haha, yeah, I’m a little tired right now, I’ll admit. Normally I’m a shade more hyperactive and bouncy.”
Six-b. What was his reaction to all of that?
He seemed thoughtful, drawing up his legs onto the chair and staring out the window as he spoke. His tail flicked slowly, dangling off the chair as a continuation of his motion from earlier. He’s being genuine, as genuine as they come, but my boy here needs a nap. He’s pretty tired.
Seven. Well, thank-you so much for coming and having this talk! I really enjoyed getting to know you better. Believe it or not I don’t actually know everything about you haha. I personally think the character creation process is less about me deciding who you are, and more about me…uncovering who you are. Like you said, you’re already you. I’m just trying to get to know you.
“Hey, yeah, this was fun! Good to meet you, I don’t think many people get that chance. Don’t screw me up, if you have a choice. I’m happy I could help.”
Seven-a. How does he leave?
He doesn’t. He still has a probably dirty joke to tell me once I stop writing here.