#arcborne

vc the vibes are rancid(tm) but its not as if thats ever stopped her before- She's standing there, watching. Menacingly. With a radiant, warm, soft smile, ready to manhandle.

The vibes are, indeed, rancid.

Her piercing glare sends a shiver up his spine, her genuine smile makes him wonder, for a second, if he should pretend he didn't notice her.

For a second he, too, feels like a Starly about to get jumped at by a Luxray.

"…hello!"

And then the second is gone, and the friendly merchant is back, his smile as radiant as hers.

"Legends are this truly fascinating phenomenon." He says, from his perch atop a fallen tree. Thematic, in a way. Ominous, perhaps, for someone who could know who he truly is. And yet, for everyone else this is just Fathom, and his mild eccentricities are part of his charm.

Eccentricities such as appearing in areas where no human should be expected to appear, but then again he doesn't fear the wilderness, and neither does his Honedge companion, sheathed comfortably and hanging from the side of his belt.

"A game of telephone across generations, with the expectation that there will be no-one alive to remember the truth, after long enough."

"A great deal."

Things that he knew many others were subjected to. Was that not why worked towards creating a new world? A better world, where no one has the ability to inflict such pain on another?

That's what he told others.

In reality, his goals were entirely born from his own self interest.