usedlaserbeam | 007 | Outskirts of Goldenrod City

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[It's late afternoon on the outskirts of Goldenrod City, where Yagyuu has evidently been out training his team; it's a somewhat unusual sight to see them all out of their Pokeballs at once, but at the moment the full roster has been released to roam around the open expanse of field chosen for today's practice grounds.

Or at least, most of the full roster is: there's an Absol staked out relatively near his trainer, seemingly on high alert as he surveys the other Pokemon in his midst. Farther back from the camera, a Rapidash is roaming with a stately air as a very small Vulpix trots along beside him, bounding four steps for every one of his own. And even Yagyuu's Ditto seems to be present— if the occasional glimpse of purple molecular goo seeping over the edges of the camera lens is any indication.

Yagyuu himself is visible, too; he's crouching down to administer his Eevee's usual meticulous grooming— an activity she clearly seems to enjoy, given the way her tail is flicking with pleasure at the attention— and speaking quietly to her while he's at it.]

Now that Vampa's evolved, that only leaves you to go, doesn't it?

[And she coos, pushing her head against his hand insistently.]

You're certainly growing strong enough for it. And the necessary stones aren't particularly difficult to come by, either; a quick trip to the department store will easily take care of that. So it's just a matter of deciding which type suits you best, isn't it?

[He glances over, surveying his team as they roam and remarking almost absently:]

An electric type, perhaps, might—

[But he never gets the chance to finish the sentence, as the Eevee lets out one last emphatic trill before taking one step back and beginning to glow with bright, almost blinding light—

— and when it clears, there's an Espeon in her place, just as perfectly well-groomed and somehow managing to look twice as haughty for it.

Yagyuu, for his part, just stares for a few seconds before shaking his head in what is probably half amusement and half disbelief.]

...Ah.

[And he keeps staring, up until a Pidgeot comes flapping down from overhead a few minutes later, drawing his attention up and away from the Espeon and toward this latest arrival.]

Irene, another excellent job, but I see we'll have to work at perfecting your aim—

[And on that fairly cryptic note, purple goo oozes completely over the lens, and the Gear switches off.]

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[YOU SAID THE "L" WORD. FLEE FROM THE "L" WORD.]

Oh? Then out of a desire to protect you, perhaps?

Something like that. Kanzeon can get pretty vicious about it.

Kanzeon being? I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting that particular member of your party yet.

... You'd be the first to say that. [ but she turns her head, jerking her chin ever so slightly - after this long, some of hers don't need vocal summons - and in just a few seconds, something rears up to peer at the screen, having evidently used her trainer's lap as support. That would be a rather well-groomed Furret with bright, alert eyes and a countenance that could only be described as 'Call me cute and I'll rip your face off'. ]

This is Kanzeon! She's the first one I ever caught.

[Oh, someone new for Lady to inspect. Which she does, for all of about five seconds, before abruptly deciding that the Furret is apparently completely beneath her notice and opting to snuggle up against Yagyuu's legs instead.]

Ah, I see. She does seem quite spirited, I agree.

You should see her when she goes to town.

[ there's both exasperation and a little bit of fondness in the tone; when she's not stopping her from trying to take chunks out of the legs of friends, Rise's pretty proud of her low-to-the-ground badass.

Kanzeon chitters in response, offering Yagyuu a lovely view of sharp teeth and a polite hiss after a moment of inspection. She seems to be considering bristling until her trainer gives her an admonishing look. ]

Should I? That sounds like a rather dangerous prospect.

If you're not the one battling, you're usually fine!

In that case, I won't be concerned. I have a feeling my battles generally take place in a different venue than her battleground of choice.

She hasn't mastered swinging a racket, nope.

Opposable thumbs do tend to be a pivotal component of that venture, it's true.

... Y'know, I don't think any of mine have opposable thumbs.

Mine mostly come possessed of paws, talons, and hooves as well. Though I imagine at least one could find a way to swing a racket, if left to his own creative devices.

Your Ditto, yeah?

... That'd be something. [ she's not sure if she wants to picture this. ]

[Ah, yes, and the Ditto, too.]

Arsène does have a certain knack for innovation, when motivated toward it. The catch, therefore, is in finding the right motivation.

That shouldn't be too hard! You've just gotta have a good grasp on that sort of thing.

Having a good grasp on a Ditto is a feat in itself, though, isn't it?

They're slippery little things when they want to be!

This one, at least, seems amenable to doing as he's told. Though I'd characterize the relationship as much more of a mutually beneficial standing agreement than that of a trainer and his pet.

Would you call any of yours pets?

I would, yes.

Not Lady. [ thoughtfully. Not to her, anyway. ]

No, not Lady.

[And here he takes the Gear and turns it to bring the Vulpix into view, still bounding along next to the more leisurely walking Rapidash.]

That one.

The Vulpix?

[ now that's interesting; she doesn't keep tabs on him, but she's pretty sure she wouldn't have missed him running around the area before you hit Ecruteak if he'd caught it. ] Was that one a present?

Actually, you might say she was something of an accident. Kirihara-kun ended up with an egg he wasn't equipped to raise, so after she hatched I offered to look after her for a period while trying to find her a more permanent home.

[A hint a smile tugs at the corners of his lips, but it's not precisely the sort of proud, fond one you might expect--there's a little more of an edge to it than might ordinarily arise from a comment like that.]

And it turned out she found one. In my care.

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