usedlaserbeam: (WATERCOLOR Φ fade it all away)
[For the first time in quite a while, the video that's posted to the network from Yagyuu's Gear isn't an accidental one; nope, on the contrary, it seems he's chronicling what appears to be an Impromptu Cuddling Day in the Tennis Haus. With the weather drizzling outside, the majority of his roster have taken to either the Haus or the backyard barn for shelter from the weather, and brief glimpses of a lot of them are visible as Yagyuu takes his tour of the house.

In one room, a Cubone and a Slowpoke are leaning on each other, dozing peacefully near a curled-up Absol and Persian; in another, two Zoruas and two Vulpixes have formed a furry foxpile in the middle of the floor, with a snoozing Mienshao occupying a goodly portion of the couch.

Cutting through the kitchen brings the video to a shot of the backyard, where it seems not all of Yagyuu's Pokemon have sought out shelter from the rain — on the contrary, the backyard is a hot mess of tentacles and noodle dragons, with an Octillery snuggling happily against a very contented Dragonair, a hovering Carnivine standing sentry over a carefully-tended garden, and a giant mass of pink, tan, and blue that is probably two Milotics wrapped around each other.]


I'm almost beginning to wonder if Karkat-kun doesn't have the right idea after all, breeding his Pokemon every so often simply for the sake of getting it out of their systems.

[He muses, keeping his voice down so as not to disturb any of the napping critters. The guy owns eleven Eevees, do you have any comprehension of how rare an occasion it is that everyone appears to be napping?]

That said, I'd prefer not to wind up with a crop of eggs without already having an adoptive home set out in advance, so I suppose this also constitutes an offer to anyone interested in a new egg — please feel free to contact me, and perhaps we can work out some sort of mutually beneficial arrangement. ...Ah, Lady, you're up. What —

[And on that fairly cryptic note, he switches the feed off and proceeds to follow his insistent Espeon upstairs, where he'll find a few select members of the Eevee Battalion have already gotten a head start on that plan. Whoops.]


[OOC: Gratuitous Pokemon post to help facilitate some of the shenanigans discussed on the Wishlist Meme! Also, if you want Yagyuu to breed something for you, this post is open and fair game; feel free to hit me up on the meme or any other form of contact if you've got a request! o/]
usedlaserbeam: (AWKWARD Φ turtle turtle turtle turtle)
[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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