You asked for itvalerio wrote:Yes, any non-spoiling data about K+L would be greatly appreciated.
Warning: This interview is silly...it also takes place during Valerio's Season 2 Story arc so there may be some events or spoilers mentioned below.
---===OMAKE TIME===---
Q: "Here we have Light, canine half of Keith’s HC-Unit and member of the elite security forces of the Lucky Charm Grove shelter."
L: *skeptical*
Q: “Do you typically eat the same food as Keith?”
L: "…"
Q: *ahem* Uh, "Any plans for lunch?”
L: "…" *yawns*
*Keith walks in*
L: "Good morning, Keith." *tail wagging*
K: “Answer the questions, Light. The sooner you finish, the sooner we go walkies.”
*Keith leaves*
Q: “Oh, do you go for walks, Light? Like a regular dog?”
L: *smiles wickedly* “Oh. Today is Saturday…we usually do our weekly marathon run today.”
Q: “I…I see.” -_-;
L: “Yeah.”
Q: “You seem to be a wolf of few words?”
L: “I’m not really…used to talking. Keith likes to talk a lot more, so I let him do the talking.” (does a lot of talking here for some reason)
Q: “I noticed you don’t call your owner, ‘Dad,’ or ‘master’ like pets usually do.”
L: “Well…I’m not really a pet…per say…at least, I don’t feel like one. Keith treats me like an equal…like a partner. I mean sure we can be considered family…living together and everything…making decisions together…but I supposed he’s more like a brother or colleague than a dad.”
-Fourth-wall-break-
Q: “Have you been shipped with Keith yet?”
L: “What-was-that?”
Q: “Nothing.”
L: “I didn’t think we’d be shipping fuel, and I don’t think the forums would go for the whole Animal/Human thing. We’re best friends, for sure, but definitely not THAT.
Q: *nods in agreement* “I heard from Keith that you were planning on writing about your adventures together, with him. Is this true?”
L: *nervous back-of-head-rub* “Uh, I suppose that’s true…I don’t really have a start on it, but I’ll probably get to it…eventually. I’ve been busy.”
-Fourth-wall-rebuild-
Q: “What do you think about Golden Retrievers?”
L: “What? You mean, like yourself?”
Elliot: “So I’ve been found out, huh?” *Takes off human disguise* “Were you just humoring me?”
L: “You forget.” *taps nose* “I’m a wolf.”
E: “Please give me your autograph.” *begs*
L: “Ma-maybe…maybe after the interview.”
E: *wags tail* “Do you play any videogames? If yes, what genre, and which ones?”
L: “Well, I guess I enjoy the usual first person war simulators like modern warfare 2, but I used to play RPGs like the Final Fantasy Series, don’t have much time for them now. I’ve also dabbled in World of Warcraft…but, I think I’ll wait until Cataclysm to really get into it.
E: “How did you get shot long ago when Keith found you?”
L: “Well, I don’t really remember much. I was just sitting alone trying to think up a name for myself, as all wolves do at that time in their lives, when I felt a nudge at my side. Soon after that, I noticed I was lying in red snow and I started feeling sleepy. Next thing I knew I awoke, as a man dressed entirely in white was approaching…The details are actually kind of fuzzy, I guess it has been a long time and you know the rest of the story.
E: “Would you mind if I call you L-Dawg? Or just L-Wolf?”
L: -_-; “I prefer Light, please. Anything else and –“
E: “Are these questions annoying?
L: “Well-“
E: “Am I annoying you?”
L: “Let me-“
E: “Are you going to attack me now?”
*camera cuts to exterior of Greyfield house*
E: “Aaaaaaahhh!” *window breaks as Elliot flies through it and lands in front yard*
L: *dusts off hands* Good riddance.
E: “Light!?... *reaches towards house*… Auto…graph?” *collapses*
*interviewer pulls up in car and carefully steps over Elliot on his way towards house*
*camera cuts to interior of Greyfield house*
Q: *Sits down across from Light.*
L: “I thought we had started a bit earlier than scheduled.”
Q: “What happened here?”
L: It was just a crazy fan. Don’t worry about it.”
Q: *ahem* “Anyway, what’s it like working at the shelter?”
L: “Well, it’s definitely a change of pace from our previous job assignments. There’s a lot more routine and a lot less danger. The guests are appreciative, the food is excellent, (sure beats Keith’s cooking) all-in-all not too bad.
Q: “In what way are the guests appreciative?”
L: “Well I guess they just thank us occasionally, ask for autographs, give us foot rubs.”
Q: “Wha-?”
L: “I was joking. (I guess I need to work on my sarcasm.) I don’t protect the shelter to receive praise. I protect it because some of the guests can’t protect themselves. And I’m bound to Keith. Since he chose this assignment…well, he let me help him choose…but anyway, I’ve got to stay.”
Q: “This bound to Keith thing…what’s that about?
L: “I come from the far North. My pack is one of the larger clans up there. We have a very structured society…very, rule oriented. As very young cubs, to maintain order in the pack, we have these laws imprinted on us. One of these is debitum vitae. The idea of giving your life for one that’s saved yours…although in the case of my clan, we held it more towards protecting both your life and the life of the one you’re indebted to…of course the life of the one you’re indebted to, holds priority. I’m ‘bound’ to Keith, in this way.”
Q: “That’s an awesome story.”
L: “I know.”
Q: “How do you feel about living in human society?”
L: *closes eyes in deep thought* “Hmm. Let’s just say, I can see what the big deal is. I’m much less conflicted than I was when I started out.”
Q: “Please…elaborate.”
L: “Cooked meat?”
Q: “Yeah?”
L: “Best…thing…ever!” XD
Q: “I understand there are some guests you’ve become acquainted with while working at The Grove.”
L: “Do you mean like The Grove of Anaheim?"
Q: “No no no…I mean The Lucky Charm Grove.
L: “Oh, of course, sorry. Yeah…there’s this one dog Elias…now, that guy knows his 1920s era weaponry. Unfortunately, my job doesn’t allow me for much time to spend with the guests, and I’m usually tired at the end of the day, so I just want to go home.
Q: “What a coincidence. We actually have Elias here with us to ask a question.”
L: “Wow! Now that’s what I call plot induced timing.”
Elias: “I was asked to come up with questions.” *ahem* -_-; “anyway, there’s only one I could think of off the top of my head...What is your favorite weapon, Light?”
L: “Hmm. Good question. As strange as it sounds, I have a strong dislike for firearms…I know, ‘why are you partnered with a sniper if you dislike firearms?’…well, refer to the third paragraph above this one. Anyway, I prefer the SOG SEAL Team Elite SE-37. It’s great for use as a tool and a weapon. I have confidence in my fangs and claws…of course, but you never know when you’ll be going up against a bit of light armor. Plus, it looks wicked awesome. Did you want to see it? *tail wags*
Elias: “Um, no that’s alright… really.”
Q: “Thank you Elias. Have a cookie.” *tosses cookie*
Elias: “Thanks.” *Picks up cookie* *Notices Light’s collar tag* “Is that a ship’s steering wheel?”
L: “Ah, no. It’s actually a crosshair, like from a rifle scope.”
Elias: “Oh…okay then.” *starts to leave*
L: “Wait a minute…you’re a resident at the shelter. How did you leave?”
K: “I signed him out for a couple of hours. He wanted to discuss some stuff with me about the Thompson submachine gun. It’s definitely his favorite weapon. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to take him back to be signed in.”
*Keith leaves, following Elias*
Q: “Wow. That was close to turning into a fan-fic.”
L: “Yeah…really.”
Q: “So…Light?”
L: “Hm?”
Q: “Any potential love interests?”
L: “Hah. As if it wasn’t bad enough with Keith hovering over my shoulder every waking moment.” What part of ‘bound to Keith’ do you not understand? It’s hard enough, trying to protect him without having to worry about protecting someone else. Now, if Keith were out of the picture…
Q: “Yes?” *leans forward*
L: “…I suppose it could happen. I mean, uh…I don’t mean it like that. I love Keith, just like any good pet would love their master or ‘parents.’ I’m just saying I’ve, uh…noticed one of the residents at the shelter. That’s all.”
Q: “So…you’ve got your eye on someone.” *leans forward more*
L: *blushes* “I don’t know why I’m even talking about this…Let’s talk about something else.”
Q: “Okay, okay…Is she cute?”
L: “What are you?! My mom?!”
Q: “The fans want to know.”
L: *puts face in pawlms* <--(intentional misspelling) “Okay…Her name is –“
Suddenly a bullet struck the wall behind Light and he leaped forwards knocking the interviewer to the ground. “That’s just great…an enemy sniper that wants a piece of Keith, and he’s not even here,” Light said to the interviewer. “Keith holds the title of best sniper in the county, looks like someone else wants that title.” He got out his earpiece from his collar. “Keith? It’s Light. Someone’s at it again.”
“What? A rival sniper?” Keith replied, over the earpiece.
“Yeah.”
The interviewer wasn’t quite sure what was going on. but he knew, he was in deep.
“Signal him to use frequency 107.35”
Light held up fingers from the cover he and the interviewer were using. He signaled the numbers. A moment later, the shooter came on the radio. “Hello Keith. It’s time to meet your maker.” The stranger said with a British accent.
“Keith’s not here right now.” Light replied.
“It’s true. I’m not.” Keith added.
“Oh.” The stranger said, slightly disappointed.
“Listen…my wolf is in the middle of something right now and I’m kind of busy, do you think we could pick this up sometime tomorrow?”
“My <shed-youl> is booked until next year.”
“Okay, well…would you mind waiting, until then?”
“Of course not, old bean. I shall return, and henceforth be more considerate in requesting <dewels>…Wait a tic, this is a trap, innit?
“Yep.”
“Yep.”
“God save the Queen.”
A second later, Light and the interviewer heard a gunshot. The interviewer jumped, startled. Light activated his earpiece. “Did you get him?”
“Works every time.” Keith replied.
Light smiled. “Cheerio.”
Light brought the furniture back into position and sat down. The interviewer was on the ground in a fetal position and sobbing.
Q: *sob* “I don’t want to die.” *sob*
L: *rolls eyes* “Do you want to go home?”
Q: *nods*
L: “Okay. You can go. Would you mind taking Elliot back to his place?”
Q: *slowly shakes head*
L: “Great. Oh, and give this to Elliot for me. It’s just an autographed photo I had lying around.”
Q: *Leaves and picks up Elliot on the way to the car.* “You’re all crazy!”
L: *waves* “Laterz! Aww, Elliot missed all the excitement. He’ll be bummed out about that when he wakes up.”
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I hope that was entertaining. If you have any more questions about Keith and Light, just PM me.