Yagyuu Hiroshi

[So it appears from this video that Yagyuu is up to something.

Specifically, he seems to have the Gear's camera trained on a wide area of open space on the floor of what is probably an inn room, where at the moment he is methodically laying out what appears to be a full set of evolutionary stones in a wide circle. His Espeon, for those familiar enough with her to know she's generally always around where Yagyuu is and look for her accordingly, happens to be just barely visible at the far end of the room, overseeing this process with an authoritative air.

When the circle is complete, Yagyuu finishes and casts a glance at her as if curious for her approval; she trills affirmatively in response, and he thoughtfully turns his eyes back to the array on the floor.

After a long, silent moment, he pushes up his glasses and sighs.]

Well, then.

[He strides out of the camera's view. A door hinge creaks. Tiny nails skitter across the floor.

PANDEMONIUM BREAKS LOOSE.

( Cut for Gratuitous Eevee Evolution! )

As Yagyuu turns back to the camera, an Umbreon and another Flareon trot back into the room, to see what all the commotion has produced.]

That should make it somewhat easier to tell you apart, at least. And I suppose there are worse ways to commemorate the completion of an entire year in Johto.

[He bends, scooping up Lady into his arms, and gives her a thoughtful scratch behind the ears.]

Though with Marui-kun gone...

[Lady makes a soft noise, rubbing her head against him as he continues to pet her, absently.]

This place does have a fondness for dual anniversaries, doesn't it.

[He walks over to the camera, still carrying Lady, and reaches to switch it off; in the next moment, the feed goes dead.]

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( Yagyuu's Journal | Not Published on the Network )


[OOC: Whew! A long post today. Which...is largely because this is my one-year anniversary right along with Yagyuu's. Happy anniversary, Route! It's been a wonderful year of being a part of this community, and I hope for many more to come. o/]

[No video for you today, Johto, but there is some shuffling of feet, rustling of papers, and otherwise standard white-noise sounds of occupancy heralding you as this post first begins. There's also a light pitter-patter of padded paws across the carpet and, if one listens very closely, the faint trill of a particularly smug, self-important Espeon. That doesn't last for long, though, because soon enough there's a soft thump, and shortly thereafter Yagyuu's voice comes in—]

Lady, this is the third time—

[Another pleased trill.]

What's gotten into you lately? You've been underfoot for days, you've chased Masako, you bit Hirochii, I know you've been harassing Sudoku when you think I'm not watching—what? What is it. What are you trying to—

[Footsteps. A pause. A pause that drags on into awkward, disbelieving eternity.]

...You really felt it necessary to make your point six times over?

[There is a pleased trill from the world's smuggest Espeon, and the audio fades out; later, a text appears on the network.]

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At the risk of attributing far too much credit to these Pokemon of ours, has anyone happened to notice them occasionally displaying motives that appear to be almost unsettlingly human in nature?

[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.]