[Guzma is twenty-five - young enough to still be considered a 'kid' by the crusty, old farts that call themselves Kahunas, but old enough to know the goings-on of the world and how very difficult it can be for some who didn't have it all. That a peaceful existence doesn't mean the traditional sort of "paradise" plastered all over the travel booklets to lure in tourists to his home region. And even "paradise" has it own dark, ugly spots...and secrets to hide.
Some people live, some survive. There's neither good nor bad, so he doesn't combat her way of thinking - it's essentially the same thing, and he can't tell her how to live or how to survive. If she's enjoying her existence, then who the hell is he to open his mouth?]
Tch...here we go again. [He sighs, digging through his pockets to see if his pokeballs came with him to dreamland. Usually they did, so...yup there. He extracts an Ultra Ball and expands it into a more baseball sized device instead of the tinier version.] Something like that. Here, I'll show you one'a my partners.
[He clicks the button in the middle and the ball snaps open - shooting out a bean of red light util it grows, shifts, and forms a large insect, who droops forward, making quiet, rumbling noises.
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Some people live, some survive. There's neither good nor bad, so he doesn't combat her way of thinking - it's essentially the same thing, and he can't tell her how to live or how to survive. If she's enjoying her existence, then who the hell is he to open his mouth?]
Tch...here we go again. [He sighs, digging through his pockets to see if his pokeballs came with him to dreamland. Usually they did, so...yup there. He extracts an Ultra Ball and expands it into a more baseball sized device instead of the tinier version.] Something like that. Here, I'll show you one'a my partners.
[He clicks the button in the middle and the ball snaps open - shooting out a bean of red light util it grows, shifts, and forms a large insect, who droops forward, making quiet, rumbling noises.
He's asleep...]