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Defeated the Cianwood Gym. Lady made quick work of Chuck's team; it seems mind does win out over matter, after all. We're flying out tonight — should be back to the house by morning.

Have you heard the recent rumor about a magnet train to Saffron City?

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Yanagi-kun?

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[It's a pretty dreary day for the beach; the air is cold, the skies are gray...did we mention it's really cold? Which means it's pretty deserted down there by the waves in Cianwood City.

Deserted, that is, save for one small stretch of beach that Yagyuu appears to have claimed as his own. He's bundled up tight in coat, gloves, and a scarf wound snugly around his neck and mouth, his full attention focused on his Pidgeot, who is waiting nearby. And there's a bit of bright blue scale obscuring one bit of the camera here, so it seems his Dratini is getting up to mischief again, this time playing with his Pokegear while he's not paying attention.

Oblivious to this, Yagyuu climbs onto the Pidgeot's back with unmistakable determination, situates himself, finds a handhold, mumbles a command—and she proceeds to rocket into the air, sending him crashing back down into the sand as he loses his balance and slips from her back.

A minute later she comes flapping back down, returning to her trainer's side as he pushes himself to his feet, shaking his head as if to clear it as he dusts the sand from his coat with mild displeasure. A minute after that, he's on her back again, and they try it again with the same unfortunate result—but this time, there's a Ditto parachute to ease his fall, letting him drift down to land on his feet rather than impacting harshly against the sand.

Again and again, with single-minded determination, he repeats the process: they fly, he falls, he gets back up again. And there's an odd sort of tension in his persistence, in the way he refuses to let up even for a breather, in the way he relentlessly pursues this goal he's set for himself with seemingly little care for his personal limitations. This is Yagyuu on a mission, and if there is one thing he hates more than anything else, it's conceding defeat.

(There's another thing he hates, too, but there isn't much he can do about that one. Particularly not today.)

And then, at last, when his hair is mussed well out of its usual neat style and his coat is dusted in sand and the ends of his scarf have come untucked from where he'd shoved them—at last, one time, he climbs onto the Pidgeot's back, finds his handholds, and they take off.

This time, he doesn't come crashing down again.]

[OOC: Cianwood badge is mod-approved!]

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[ about to remark that his gear is on - clearly he hasn't noticed - Rise ends up clamming up, watching him with a pensive frown. She knows that determination, all too well.

But the way he's going about it... and why--

She'll wait until the final landing. ]

Yagyuu-kun?

[It's a while before he finally gets back to his gear, largely because he wasn't aware that it was recording - thank you, Thalassa, for indulging in that mischief while he wasn't looking - and after he came down from his successful flight, he ended up just sitting on the beach for a while, watching the waves and stewing in silence, and resisting the temptation to pull a white wig out from where it's safely stowed in his backpack.]

...Did you need something, Kujikawa-san? I'm still not yet back to Goldenrod, so if it's a personal errand, I'm afraid I won't be of much help at the moment.

I guess you never found out you were recording, huh?

[Dot. Dot. Freaking dot. And then, epiphany.]

Thalassa got into my bag, did she?

You mean that blue thing?

That's right.

[As he turns the video just quick enough to catch a glimpse of a Dratini playing in the surf before she realizes she's been spotted and ducks hurriedly beneath the waves.]

She's proving to be quite the curious sort.

They usually are. [ she tips her head to the side, smiling reminiscently once she recognizes the shape. ] Mine slept a lot more, though.

She seems to think that if I'm not looking at her, it means I don't know she's there. It's a habit I'm hoping she'll grow out of, eventually.

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