(@askchimeknight) Chime wanders up to Vincent curiously with a small note. "Pardon me, I hope you don't mind me asking, but who exactly are these White Coats you speak of? Are they a Pokémon too?" His note says.
The words written on the paper seemed rather confusing to the taller creature. Moreso, he can't quite seem to understand what the paper itself says. Vincent expressing his confusion with his right ear hanging low and head tilting to the side.
His eyes could only squint, trying his absolute damnedest to comprehend what the writing says. "I-It's, erm... Well you see... Um... I... I think it says... N-No, that isn't right...". Vincent could only mutter to himself, seeing if whether what he is reading is correct or he is just misunderstanding. "Maybe it says... Trees?? Something about a berry stuck in, uh, c-crystal???"
It was then a paw would slide onto the confused abomination's shoulder.
"Vin, just stop." As assuming as this would seem, Sabor decided to halt Vincent. In his eye, this is just putting the poor Pokemon in a embarrassing position. "You and I both know that you can't read that language. So do us a favor and quit trying to make yourself look more like a fool."
"O-Oh, I didn't know-- I'm sorry.". He didn't knew that attempting to read what he couldn't understand would come across as something negatively. "I just w-wanted to try--!"
Before Vincent could get out another word, Sabor would pull him in with great force. Afterwards he would proceed to smush his paw all over Vincent's face. "Shhhhh, not another word, butt munch~. If you REALLY wanted to read what that little bell wrote, you could of easily asked good ol' Sabor to read for you~."
The Sylveon would swung his paw away from Vincent and made his approach towards Chime. Of course playfully swinging his hips in the process.
Upon reaching the Chingling, he would crouch downwards and move his tail forth. Eyeing at the words written down on the paper. Once he has grasped what it had said, he would straighten himself back up and spun around to face back towards Vincent. "It says, ahem..." Sabor clears his throat, as he would begin to speak pretty loud for Vincent to hear. Although, the choice of tone he spoke sounded pretty goofy. "Paaaaarrrdon me, I hope you don't mind me asking, but who exactly are these lousy, smelly White Coats you speak of? Are they a downgrade version of a 'Pokémon' too? And end quote~. How was my marvelous speech~? A million out of a hundred huh~?"
Disregarding both the tone and Sabor obvious grasp on a compliment, Vincent would perk up at the question. "Oh! The White Coats!" He jolted at the thought of it.
Then, now fully realizing that the White Coats are brought in topic, his eyes would wander. His facial becoming grim at just the mere thought of them. "W-Well, the White Coats... They are what Sabor calls them 'Humans'. T-They are the reason that me a-and Sabor became, well, this.". He would sway his paws, directing them at both him and Sabor. Trying to show that what they both look were not of natural causes.
"They're... Not good... Far from it. They experiment, they abuse, and they make you obey their every order. I-If you don't, they... They...."
Sabor would come in to add context of what Vincent wanted to say. "They have a three warning system. The first warning, you be set into a twenty-four hour punishment that induce minor physical pain. Second warning, you will receive weeks worth of maaajjjjooooorrrr aggressive punishments, both physically and psychologically. And the final warning...". He slid his paw through his neck, motioning a sort of slicing motion. "Death."
"... I-It was s-said that the White Coats are setting an example... T-To prevent anyone else from misbehaving and disobeying them... T-That they a-are willing to get their hands dirty by any means necessary..."
"T... The Houndooms that we are running from... They are also a-a product of what the White Coats done to them... Sabor I k-know wants to hurt them, to make our freedom easier with zero issues. But... T-They are like us... They are also victims... Those three... Are in W-White Coat's stronger control. I think that things would be different i-if they were free like us..."
"You say that, yet you neglect the fact that one of them is more than happy to eat us in a heartbeat. Free or not, I rather those three stooges be dead."
{ Answer for @duskffyart / @askchimeknight }
