October was upon the resident manchild of Mohs Town, and as this month had normally demanded of him, he was busy making a Halloween special in advance. Most would question what the young man was doing alone in the forest, but the environment was perfect; dark enough, even in broad daylight, to seem omnious, but light enough that everything was picked up on video well. Besides, he has been in weirder places than a forest for recordings.
As of right now, he was done with his recordings, sitting on his hoodie spread across the forest floor despite the chill of autumn. In his hand was his laptop, with a document of what looked like a checklist opened. He held the 'delete' button down until it was entirely clear, and probably would've had a stupid grin on his face if he weren't whistling a tune as he did so, one any fan of Mega Man would've been able to pick up instantly. Today had been pretty good. No interruptions, minimal outtakes, and the actual filming portion was over. Minimal outtakes used to be a disappointment and rarity back in Belgium, when he still had his friends Dries and Cannes around to help him with his videos, as being the dorks they were it'd make for enough content of its own, and rather humorous content at that. With just him alone, there was hardly anything worthwhile and outtakes were simply a nuisance towards getting the video done rather than an enjoyable and valuable part of the process. It wasn't as if they didn't help out anymore, or that they didn't keep in touch, but it wasn't the same without them around. He missed having them around more than he did his own family, but granted, for him that wasn't saying much.
He doubt he'd ever miss anyone but his dad, and he left the world of the living almost seven years ago.
Realising that he had stopped whistling or doing much of anything, having been lost in the thoughts of the past, Gilles let out a small chuckle. He closed his laptop and began to stuff it into his carrier, his whistling now resumed. No time to dwell on such thoughts. He had repairs to be done and a video to be edited and uploaded onto the magical land known as the internet. Then he'd be free to shamelessly enjoy Halloween once the day came, assuming the requests for repairs weren't too high. With all his equipment now put away, he got himself up, took his hoodie and shook whatever dirt and leaves had clung to it off, and slung it over his shoulder, and began to make his way back home.
Or at least, that was the plan.
On his way he heard someone or something rushing through the forest, which might've freaked Gilles out if it weren't for his defective sense of 'this is dangerous and you probably shouldn't get involved'. No, he was excited, as usual, being the idiot he was.
Until he heard sobbing. And recognised the voice.
Then he wasn't so excited.
"Useless! I can't do anything! This was supposed to be a fun trip, and now Aquamarine is possibly broken forever and Howlite is dead! Gone forever! And I just watched! Useless!"
All that he had would have to wait. He rushed towards the sound and sure enough, found Emerald slumped against a tree trunk, bawling his eyes out. It was hard enough for Gilles to see anyone upset, but one of the gems he all looked up to and someone so young...And by the sounds of it, something terrible had happened to Aquamarine and Howlite was dead. Most of the time, when someone was alone in an out-of-way place to cry, especially while grieving, they wanted their alone time, and Gilles knew that. But there was no way he could just leave the smallest of the gems -or whom he knew as the smallest, he never did meet Eve- alone like that, especially with what he was saying. Useless. He hated that word with a passion. He would be a born loser, a hopeless failure, a lost cause, and he'd embrace those titles. But never useless. The world was a machine and each person did their part to keep it running, no matter how small, as Gilles saw it.
"Ain't nobody useless, Emerald. "
Though he wanted to hug the little gem he knew he might freak out since, as much as he admired the gems, he wasn't too well known to them, and instead knelt down by Emerald, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Not you, not me, no one. Repeat it. I want to hear you repeat it. I don't care what you did or what you didn't, you aren't useless. Not you, not me. No one. Howlite wouldn't think you're useless. I don't think you're useless. And deep down you know you're not useless either. Say it with me. Ain't nobody useless. Not you, not me. No one."
@HaltingBlooper
As of right now, he was done with his recordings, sitting on his hoodie spread across the forest floor despite the chill of autumn. In his hand was his laptop, with a document of what looked like a checklist opened. He held the 'delete' button down until it was entirely clear, and probably would've had a stupid grin on his face if he weren't whistling a tune as he did so, one any fan of Mega Man would've been able to pick up instantly. Today had been pretty good. No interruptions, minimal outtakes, and the actual filming portion was over. Minimal outtakes used to be a disappointment and rarity back in Belgium, when he still had his friends Dries and Cannes around to help him with his videos, as being the dorks they were it'd make for enough content of its own, and rather humorous content at that. With just him alone, there was hardly anything worthwhile and outtakes were simply a nuisance towards getting the video done rather than an enjoyable and valuable part of the process. It wasn't as if they didn't help out anymore, or that they didn't keep in touch, but it wasn't the same without them around. He missed having them around more than he did his own family, but granted, for him that wasn't saying much.
He doubt he'd ever miss anyone but his dad, and he left the world of the living almost seven years ago.
Realising that he had stopped whistling or doing much of anything, having been lost in the thoughts of the past, Gilles let out a small chuckle. He closed his laptop and began to stuff it into his carrier, his whistling now resumed. No time to dwell on such thoughts. He had repairs to be done and a video to be edited and uploaded onto the magical land known as the internet. Then he'd be free to shamelessly enjoy Halloween once the day came, assuming the requests for repairs weren't too high. With all his equipment now put away, he got himself up, took his hoodie and shook whatever dirt and leaves had clung to it off, and slung it over his shoulder, and began to make his way back home.
Or at least, that was the plan.
On his way he heard someone or something rushing through the forest, which might've freaked Gilles out if it weren't for his defective sense of 'this is dangerous and you probably shouldn't get involved'. No, he was excited, as usual, being the idiot he was.
Until he heard sobbing. And recognised the voice.
Then he wasn't so excited.
"Useless! I can't do anything! This was supposed to be a fun trip, and now Aquamarine is possibly broken forever and Howlite is dead! Gone forever! And I just watched! Useless!"
All that he had would have to wait. He rushed towards the sound and sure enough, found Emerald slumped against a tree trunk, bawling his eyes out. It was hard enough for Gilles to see anyone upset, but one of the gems he all looked up to and someone so young...And by the sounds of it, something terrible had happened to Aquamarine and Howlite was dead. Most of the time, when someone was alone in an out-of-way place to cry, especially while grieving, they wanted their alone time, and Gilles knew that. But there was no way he could just leave the smallest of the gems -or whom he knew as the smallest, he never did meet Eve- alone like that, especially with what he was saying. Useless. He hated that word with a passion. He would be a born loser, a hopeless failure, a lost cause, and he'd embrace those titles. But never useless. The world was a machine and each person did their part to keep it running, no matter how small, as Gilles saw it.
"Ain't nobody useless, Emerald. "
Though he wanted to hug the little gem he knew he might freak out since, as much as he admired the gems, he wasn't too well known to them, and instead knelt down by Emerald, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Not you, not me, no one. Repeat it. I want to hear you repeat it. I don't care what you did or what you didn't, you aren't useless. Not you, not me. No one. Howlite wouldn't think you're useless. I don't think you're useless. And deep down you know you're not useless either. Say it with me. Ain't nobody useless. Not you, not me. No one."
@HaltingBlooper