Riley didn't speak immediately, staring up at the trees. A god is attuned to the wishes of the mortal, he heard his Aunt's voice say. And they respond in the way that would assist the most in the end. A god is not selfish Riley, no matter the whims that seem to take them. The "Pikachu" was ticking him off with her mind games. Or... attempted mind games in his case. Riley could do better. He knew he could. It was a part of victory in battle and in strength. Intelligence was a trait Hargirt was commonly prayed for. Nobody ever considered Rivir's brains. He would have to fix that.
At the thought of the gods he frowned. Fircia... may Valkri grant a fair decision. The irony of this was almost physical.
He turned back toward the two Pokemon. "The flattery can stop at any time," he stated, small paws curling into fists and then easing again. The urge to play his guitar rose then passed. "And you keep "sparking" like that and I'll knock your eyes out." He was tempted just to do it right now and forget consequences.
"I said what I said to give people a different set o' eyes. Forcin' people to think my way is dumb and it ain't worked before. And isn't running away what you guys are doing? They linger here and you just pretend they ain't and go off tryin to glorify yourselves with secrets! And then go and get other people wrapped up in your own stuff so you shine the best? Forget it." He glowered. "That ain't teamwork; ain't a victory." Riley gave the "Pikachu" a look of contempt. "You may have lots of info, fox," He hissed the word. "But you don't know a thing about people."
His expression softened at the other Pokemon, the Metang. "It's better if I don't. Better one more get killed actin' stupid than a bunch all at once. Besides, a stupid kid like me will slow you down. Let me do mine and you all do yours if that's whatcha wanna do." He wanted to make a quote and a pose but right now... right now just didn't feel good.
And besides... a darker voice in his mind sneered. It's not like you deserve to be in a team with them. It's your fault Spinda's dead. Riley grinned falsely at the Metang but didn't voice the dark thought. No one would likely get it. After all they were normal and he was a god in spirit. There was no way mortals could understand gods.
At the thought of the gods he frowned. Fircia... may Valkri grant a fair decision. The irony of this was almost physical.
He turned back toward the two Pokemon. "The flattery can stop at any time," he stated, small paws curling into fists and then easing again. The urge to play his guitar rose then passed. "And you keep "sparking" like that and I'll knock your eyes out." He was tempted just to do it right now and forget consequences.
"I said what I said to give people a different set o' eyes. Forcin' people to think my way is dumb and it ain't worked before. And isn't running away what you guys are doing? They linger here and you just pretend they ain't and go off tryin to glorify yourselves with secrets! And then go and get other people wrapped up in your own stuff so you shine the best? Forget it." He glowered. "That ain't teamwork; ain't a victory." Riley gave the "Pikachu" a look of contempt. "You may have lots of info, fox," He hissed the word. "But you don't know a thing about people."
His expression softened at the other Pokemon, the Metang. "It's better if I don't. Better one more get killed actin' stupid than a bunch all at once. Besides, a stupid kid like me will slow you down. Let me do mine and you all do yours if that's whatcha wanna do." He wanted to make a quote and a pose but right now... right now just didn't feel good.
And besides... a darker voice in his mind sneered. It's not like you deserve to be in a team with them. It's your fault Spinda's dead. Riley grinned falsely at the Metang but didn't voice the dark thought. No one would likely get it. After all they were normal and he was a god in spirit. There was no way mortals could understand gods.