Yagyuu Hiroshi

[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.

[Good morning, Johto! How're you liking this lovely view of...well, what appears to be a hardwood floor, some table legs, and a partially ajar closet? Seems like Yagyuu's Gear must've fallen off an end table and turned on by mistake — or, more accurately, got knocked off an end table by a careless Jolteon as he jumped from the table onto the closet doorknob to try to swing it open and then stepped on by a Flareon by mistake. Not that it shows from the recording, of course.

What does show from the recording, on the other hand, is a very nice shot of that floor, those legs, and that closet, and perhaps that's all there is to —

Wait.

There goes an Eevee, rolling a blue egg along the floor with its nose, and after some vaguely haphazard maneuvering involving padded feet and a slippery floor, it and the egg disappear behind the open door of the closet.

Curious.

About twenty seconds later, along comes a Vaporeon, pushing a light brown egg along the floor with sweeping motions of its tail, turning and pivoting with careful precision as it rolls the egg behind the open door and into the closet.

Hmm.

Another few members of this little egg parade follow shortly thereafter — a Leafeon, a Flareon, a Glaceon — each rolling their egg along, and each depositing it in the closet. Finally, a Jolteon comes along with an egg of his own, and this time he's got company with him: a curious Zorua, who comes bounding over and chatters quietly at the spectacle. With a few yips and squeaks of his own, the Jolteon goes back about his business, and like his brothers, deposits his egg into the closet.

Seemingly perplexed, the Zorua appears to consider this, then bounds around the door and into the closet himself. A few moments later, a child that looks conspicuously like a very young, childish Yagyuu (albeit one with a delightfully furry black tail) comes toddling back out, rolling the light brown egg along with it — just as footsteps begin to sound against the hardwood, and a set of legs in Rikkai-yellow warm-ups and tennis shoes appears.]

...And just what are you up to?

[The miniature Yagyuu looks up, tail wagging almost guiltily; as Yagyuu bends down to retrieve the egg, he seems to notice that his Gear has fallen (and more importantly, that the light that signals it's recording is on), and quickly reaches over to shut it off.]


[OOC: And here we have an IC egg post! There are still eggs available at the OOC roundup over here, for anyone interested in snagging one! Also, please assume this post is forward-dated a few hours to Monday morning. ♥]

[Greetings from the interior of Mt. Moon, Johto! It's dark. There's no one around and your phone is dead, or at least not on camera, save for the occasional flicker of blue noodly movement at the edges of the screen and two fluffy-looking lumps on the ground — a small but reasonable distance apart — that are probably bedrolls.

Oh, wait, there's something else of interest in this scene.


Considering there's about TWENTY EGGS piled up on top of those bedrolls.

(And a rather satisfied-looking Charizard hovering around in the background.)

There's movement from the one on the left, the shuffling squirming motion of someone groggily coming back to consciousness, and then abruptly Yagyuu sits up, coming perilously close to sending some of those eggs rolling away in the process. He looks down — ]

Lady!

[No, wait. These aren't Eevee eggs. Oh, thank Federer these aren't Eevee eggs.

He looks over at the other bedroll — ]

Nero-kun...

[And with a squeak of Air! from the Dragonair currently commanding the Gear, the feed ends.]

~
[ Some time thereafter, a text appears, accompanied by a snapshot of the eggs: ]

It appears we have some eggs to get rid of.

Please.


[OOC: Aaaaand here's the IC egg post! (The OOC roundup is over here, still with a few Charmander eggs left for anyone interested in them!) Expect responses from both Yagyuu and Nero as they work to foist these eggs off on people!]