usedlaserbeam | 029 | Goldenrod City

[Oh, look. It's a Yagyuu, wiling away a rainy afternoon in the comfortable security of the Tennis Haus's library. Given the flashes of tiny paws and bits of fur that keep flickering around the video, it's likely this recording is the product of one of his many Eevees; however, he seems a bit preoccupied with his own thoughts at the moment, lounging in the window seat with a peacefully sleeping Espeon in his lap and watching the rain come down.

Here and there, other flashes of Eeveelutions go by; for anyone careful enough to take a headcount (an affair made slightly easier by the fact that most of them wearing collars of varying colors), there'll be fifteen in all — two of every variety of Eeveelution, with the sixteenth being the one drowsing the afternoon away in his arms.

After awhile, though, he leans over and retrieves the Gear from where it's gone skittering across the floor, regarding the red recording light almost blandly — it switched on, how unsurprising — before beginning to speak.]

I'm afraid I'm somewhat late to the topic of Starter Appreciation Day — it was a few weeks ago now, as I recall — so recounting any such fond memories about mine would be fairly moot at this point, I should think. However, it does pose an interesting line of inquiry, doesn't it? I've seen plenty of speculation over time about the meaning of the starters we're given, why they're the types they are, why they were chosen for us. I've seen some that have fit their trainer...remarkably aptly. And others that haven't.

[He pauses, giving his Espeon a gentle pet, and she purrs a little louder.]

I wonder if that's truly something to be contented with — the thought of being handed one's perfect match. One would think, in the grand scheme of things, it might be all the more rewarding to discover them on one's own.

[Another pause; some paws skitter in the background. And then at last, he seems to come back to his usual, more businesslike self.]

Ah, but speaking of matches, that brings me to a second question I've been considering lately. For those of us who have been designated as Breeders here, our charge is to attempt to produce the best or highest quality Pokemon possible, isn't it? I've become curious lately how people have chosen to define quality that way. Is it from a large moveset? A powerful one? An unorthodox one? And has anyone considered the more mundane practice of tracking bloodlines instead?

[He flashes the camera toward his Eeveelutions, most of whom are happily playing about the room in a technicolor whirlwind of fur and fuzzy feet.]

Speaking as someone with Pokemon whose lineage I can trace back four generations, I suppose you could say it's something of a pet interest of mine.

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Haaa... there's supposed to be an actual goal to that?

So I've heard. But whether there's any validity to it, I'm afraid I can't say.

I've just been letting them do what they want as long as it makes them happy. Something complicated like that, actually looking for specific traits and stuff? That'd be way too much of a pain...

Striving to become the best frequently involves effort, yes. Are you really so averse to the thought?

Well yeah, but it's more... I'm not gonna pick their partners for them, okay? It's enough that they're laying eggs and expecting me to sell them in the first place.

Ah. So either you're uncomfortable with the thought, or simply a romantic.

More the first one, really...

What a pity.

If I try to pick for them, that's all the more certain people would have to torture me over.

Certain people?

Certain friends of mine.

It sounds as though you have some very troublesome friends.

Tell me about it. They never give me a break.

I suppose it'd be out of the question to simply find some new ones.

And leave them alone without someone to keep them in line? That'd be even more of a pain.

All of the Eeveelutions... [ She's only heard about such a legendary collection in passing! An Espeon too! What a rare and unique circumstance! Momo's face falls a bit flat as she just kinda drools over the display of the Evolution pokemon and her evolutions. ]

Two sets, I'm afraid, and most of which are related to each other. A few I inherited from people who left Johto.

Why would you be afraid? [ She didn't anticipate that would be a way to gather quite a few amount of pokémon. Nevertheless, the bond he has with that Eevee.... ]

And just how long did it take you to get an Espeon?

Wouldn't you be, if faced with sixteen of any one animal?

Lady was the first Pokemon I bred here; I've had her more than eighteen months now.

My, my, how impressive.

[Justine is sitting down on a bench in Goldenrod, her shiny Zorua (who has a blue ribbon in his hair) resting in her lap and being lazily petted.]

The man of the hour. You know, I was hoping to be able to speak to you.

[Aha, so the egg hatched, did it? Naturally, having kept more than one Zorua himself, it's instantly apparent that hers is a shiny from the coloring (and its tendency to, well...shine), and for that he's both surprised and vaguely impressed. There's no discernible difference between a shiny egg and a standard one, so it's not as though he could've planned that; she must've simply gotten the luck of the draw.

Doesn't mean he's above acting like he'd planned it that way all along, though.]

Were you? I'm immensely flattered; it's rare I have the opportunity to indulge a lady's request — that is, one other than Lady herself, here.

[He pets his Espeon accordingly, who fortunately doesn't wake up; she wouldn't take kindly to the flattery of someone other than herself.]

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