An Interview with Summit
The Lucario
A bipedal standing canine figure skips over to your desk, sitting himself into the chair set in front of it, seeming to need to permission to do so. His fur is a tanned yellow, with gray markings over his body. His torso is a pastel blue to go with his scarf, in which is navy. His eyes are a gleaming red as they look at you. The creature seems to be a Lucario, a fictional creature that is now standing in front of you. He has a wide smile on his face, seeming to be very excited to be here.
"Name's Summit, Summit Blackout. Nice to be here." He hold out his darkened gray paw, a spike sticking out the back of it. He shakes your hand in a respectful manner, before going to lean back into the chair, back paws set upon the desk front.
1. How would you describe your style? Do you keep up with the latest trends?
Summit seems to put some thought into the question before giving his firm answer; "I don't usually wear much, but I am a huge fan of tuxedoes. They really bring out my looks, both a bow tie or an average work tie could go great with it. It just looks, overall, very appealing to me. The other thing about fashion trends, is that I honestly don't care, unless it actually looks good. If a style gives me good vibes, I'll look more into it, see if I'm really interested."
2. What is your preferred method of transportation?
The canine seems to lighten up at the question, slipping his paws off the desk and back onto the floor. His eyes are almost sparkling with impatience to reply.
"Dimension hopping, of course! It's amazing how many places you can go with the help of portal to completely other realms! That's how I ended up here. There are so many interesting things to find upon the vast universes, you should try it sometime."
3. What's your favorite color? How obsessed are you with it?
"Yellow, most definitely. Though, not all yellows. I primarily prefer pastel yellow, gives off nice feelings, almost like pollen from the daisies in your neighborhood garden." Summit sighed happily as he finished up his answer.
4. Would you consider yourself an animal person? Do you have any pets?
"I used to be a bird lover. Till' I wasn't, I had a few birds, a Starly named Becky, and a Chatot named Chatty. Both names very creative, I know." Summit slurred the last sentence in a sarcastic tone to show his knowing creativity with the naming of birds.
5. What would you do if your 'friend' insulted you?
"I deal with insults from by buddies a lot different then those I'm unknowing of. It really depends on if the insult is genuine or not. If my bud is joking around, I'll go ahead and play along, throwing a sentence of, quote in quote, hatred, back at them," Summit flicks around his yellow tail, which reflects the lighting of the room after hitting a beam of light, "now, if this was a genuine act of trying to be rude. We might have a few.. casualties among the two of us. Unless that is, they apologize:"
6. Do you wear perfume? If not, how would you describe your scent?
"I wish, I reek of—" he paused to take a quick whiff under his arm, giving a look of disgust, "—sweat and blood, man, I need a bath."
7. What would you do if you caught your friend cheating on a test?
"I let them do it, obviously, if the guy wants to get himself in trouble, and cause bad things for his ongoing, most likely already horrible life, then he can be my guest." Summit held a smirk through his sentence.
8. What's the quickest way to your heart?
"Get me a glass of wine, maybe a kiss or two, and baby, I'm yours." Summit's tail started to wag as the question had been asked.
9. Do you sleep on your back, on your side, like a log, etc.?
"I sleep curled up into a ball, helps me feel safe knowing my limbs are closer to me. If I'm being attacked as I sleep, I can just pop up, do some kicking or something."
10. What is your fondest childhood memory?
Summit's eyes widen-up, then his eyelids droop as he leans back into the chair, his ears hanging at the back of his head.
"..alright. It's been a couple thousand years, so I'm a bit rusty on the details, but my fondest memory is of when my father taught me to play the piano. I wasn't a good listener, so I'd always get distracted by something as he tried to keep me on the seat. Eventually, though he bribed me into giving me some sort of reward after we would finish. I agreed, and he got around to teaching me posture, the name of the keys, and then playing the piano itself.." Summit let's put a soft chuckle, a smile on his face, "the notes sounded so beautiful, though what I was playing sounded like absolute crap, it was beautiful. I got around to playing small songs, simple ones. My father was so proud of me.. his pride is what drove me forward to continue on with the instrument. Even after he left."