usedlaserbeam | 004 | Goldenrod City

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004 | Goldenrod City | Video / Action;

[Well, Johto, in a slight change of pace, this video is not coming to you today courtesy of PhantomCam™; in truth, it's actually sort of more like Lady's-Paw-Landed-On-The-Record-ButtonCam™, and the accidental nature of the recording shows. The vast majority of the shot shows a tilted, haphazard view of a bedroom (a very neat bedroom, an observant viewer might note), and only a small sliver actually manages to catch Yagyuu, who appears to have set his backpack down on the bed and is methodically extracting the contents.

(Every so often, this view ends up marred by what seems to be a tuft of tawny brown fur, or the occasional pink tail feather.)

Yagyuu, however, seems reasonably oblivious to being recorded, his attention fixed on the series of items he's removing from his backpack, one by one: a notebook and pen, a novel with a slightly dog-eared cover, a roll of grip tape, a tennis racket that he places aside with the utmost of care. With an Eevee and what eventually reveals itself as a Pidgeotto bustling around on the bed, he's clearly not taking any chances that it might get damaged.

This patient, deliberate ritual of unpacking goes on in silence for a minute or two, Yagyuu still apparently ignorant to the fact that he's on candid camera, when at last something shifts: he reaches into the bag and his expression abruptly turns to one of surprise and mild disgust. And when he yanks his hand back out of it, a sticky mass of purple goop (which is now partially encasing his hand) comes with it.

Eyes narrowed, he gives his hand a rather adamant shake, but the goo doesn't dislodge; on the contrary, it spreads a little wider and smiles at him.

A harder shake. It remains unfazed.

And then at last, with a long-suffering sigh, Yagyuu turns away from the camera and stalks out of sight, footsteps firm against the carpet as he apparently makes his way toward the room's door.]

Niou-kun...

[The door closes (it's not quite a slam, but it is perhaps a little more firm than was really necessary) and the Pokemon on the bed begin to shuffle around, and somewhere in the commotion another paw hits the Gear and the feed ends.]

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A strong point doesn't necessarily have to be a positive one, you know.

Ah, right, that'd be more like a charm point.

[And thus begins another iteration of the intricate dance: scraping off the Ditto, attempting to escape...and making it roughly three steps before it's attached again.]

Charm isn't quite what I'd call it.

Aggravation?

[ ... hey, it's what Naoto would use. ]

That's closer.

[For the love of--it's on his leg--and we are kicking--]

[ ... wow, this is entertaining stuff. ]

Er, Yagyuu-kun... is this a bad time? Or if you need help--

...Just a moment.

[And he is setting the video down, preparing to wrangle this little ball of purple ooze, ready to show it who's boss.

About two minutes later, he picks up the feed again, and it's attached to his hand once more.]

I'm fine, thank you. Though it appears getting rid of my stowaway is easier said than done.

Wow... [ said with a slight headtilt and the innocent expression of an unknowing angel.

Really. Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. ] You don't see that kind of devotion that often, outside of movies and romance novels.

It's not devotion.

[Devotion is for things like tennis and captains and partners. Not purple masses of insufferable molecular ooze.]

Perhaps I'll have to try shutting it inside something.

... Like catching it?

...Loath as I am to waste a Pokeball on a creature I have no intention of keeping, that might not be such a bad idea.

The one way to make sure it doesn't follow you is to keep it in the PC, so...

Anything is worth a try, I suppose.

[He'll get Lady to headbutt the thing. Surely that'll suffice as "battle" enough.]

Go for it, Yagyuu-kun!

[ fistpump and all. ]

[Again, he puts down the Gear, but the feed is still technically on, so a few bits of sound do manage to drift back to the microphone--

A trill.
A squeak.
"Lady, oblige me, won't you."
A growl.
A touch of frantic squeaking--
--and the faint ding of a successful capture.

And shortly thereafter, Yagyuu is back, both hands free of purple, though the one is a bit red with what might be the faint remains of bite marks.]

Well, that settles that, I suppose.

[ she's sorry she didn't get to witness it in all its supposed glory, really. ]

I don't think I've ever congratulated someone for catching a Pokémon they didn't want, but... congrats?

[Lady does not like other Pokemon appearing to love her trainer more than she does. And some disputes are simply easiest settled with one's teeth.]

Congratulations for finally freeing myself of its antics, perhaps. I'd certainly accept those.

[ without skipping a beat ] Congrats for that, too!

In that case, I appreciate it, Kujikawa-san. Thank you.

Don't mention it! Who knows, it might even come in handy one day.

I hope that wasn't intended as a pun, Kujikawa-san, because if so, it wasn't a very good one.

I leave the bad ones to Teddie, Yagyuu-kun.

Teddie?

He's our bear!

...Ah. A mascot of some variety?

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