usedlaserbeam | Entries tagged with no really i'm the responsible one

Two years. And to think I was told my stay here had a good chance of being 'temporary'.

Still, I suppose ferrying a small batch of unadopted Pokemon eggs over to Souji-kun's Breeding Center and then spending the rest of the day in the comfort of what's come to be my "own home" is still preferable to spending it mass-evolving a brood of six rambunctious Eevees, and decidedly superior to the circumstances new trainers customarily find themselves in when they first arrive.

It's a small concession, I suppose, to the much more desirable option of returning home properly — but then, I suppose Johto does have its certain advantages as well.

Shall we have a match today, Niou-kun?

[OOC: There are still free eggs left if anyone is interested in claiming one!]

[So it was always a given that one day Yagyuu's texting-under-the-counter-while-at-work-to-alleviate-the-boredom habits were going to get him in trouble one day, and apparently that day is today; in his haste to pocket his Gear and address the latest trainer to enter the Goldenrod Pokemon Center and approach the front desk, he accidentally hits the audio record button instead of the power switch.

And thus, the network is treated to the rare opportunity to eavesdrop on precisely the kind of inanity Yagyuu regularly deals with at work.]

Hey, uh...hi. Hi, there.

Hello. Welcome to the Goldenrod Pokemon Center; may I ask how we might assist you today?

Yeah! It's my rare Pokemon. I think there's something wrong with her, 'cause she keeps going out.

...I beg your pardon. Your rare — you mean your Oddish.

Hey, not just any Oddish! She's one of a kind! Uh, when she stays lit.

When she stays...lit.

Right! She's a super rare Grass/Fire type! That's why I think there's something wrong. You know Charmanders will die if their tail flame goes out? I think maybe that's like what's wrong with her, is like...her flame keeps going out, and that's why she looks all. Fainted and stuff. Can you guys help her?

[There is a pronounced, prolonged beat of silence here, during which Yagyuu is probably trying very hard to hold his expression steady.]

( Cut for References to Oblivious Cruelty to an Oddish and Egregious Failures at Pokemon Logic )

[Another, far more incredulous beat passes here, because seriously there is not enough WHAT THE HELL in the world.]

...Yes, thank you, that's precisely what I needed to know, I appreciate it.

Great! So can you help her?

Rest assured, you've told me exactly what I needed to hear to ascertain how best to help her. If you'll just be so kind as to have a seat right over there in our waiting room, I'll have Nurse Joy see to your...highly rare Oddish as soon as possible.

Oh, wow! Thanks, man! You got it, I'll be right over here.

[A set of footsteps shuffle across linoleum, and there is a brief whimper of Diiiiish as what is presumably Yagyuu's share of movement begins to rustle fabric near the microphone of the Gear. Shortly thereafter, a sotto voce mutter follows.]

Likewise, I imagine we'll be having Officer Jenny see to you as soon as possible...

[Some more shuffling ensues, and then at last the shifting and movement is enough to jostle the Gear off.]

[OOC: A few notes for this post: Italics are a hapless NPC trainer (or Rocket?), regular text is Yagyuu. He'll be answering replies a little while after this post, since he's understandably busy right now. Also, please note the cut warning! There are no graphic descriptions of anything, but if discussion of and references to an NPC trainer carelessly being an asshole to his Pokemon is discomforting to you, please play it safe and pass this post by! Likewise, if there are serious concerns, please take it up with me by PM and I'll pull the post altogether, no problem.]

In the interest of expediency, I intend to make this advertisement a concise one. Please forgive the brevity; I've merely learned through considerable experience that in situations like this, a simple solution is generally the best.

I've found myself once again in possession of a fair number of eggs. I'll be attaching a list of their types at the end of this post; please consider adopting one, as I would highly prefer to find good homes for them, and regrettably haven't the capacity to keep them myself.

Thank you for your consideration in this matter.

ATT: EggList.doc

Having seen several mentions of the upcoming holiday season already, I suppose this is as prudent a time as any to raise awareness of Souji-kun's Breeding Centre and Foster Home for Pokemon — both fine places for anyone looking to acquire a new Pokemon. Though he's regrettably no longer among us, his legacy lives on in the form of these two institutions, and the very capable Saber-san has graciously taken up the charge of overseeing them in his absence. I myself can vouch for the reputability of the organizations, and likewise would personally recommend them to any trainers interested in augmenting their rosters or finding gifts for a friend or acquaintance.

Of the two, I'd particularly emphasize the existence of the Foster Home. There are many benefits to raising a Pokemon from hatching, of course, but there's likewise something undeniably rewarding about being the person to provide a good home for a stray in need. ~~No matter what that stray might be.~~

That said, speaking of finding good homes for Pokemon needing one, it seems I have some eggs of my own to contend with. Anyone interested in acquiring one, please inquire within; I'll attach the list of types available to this post.

[OOC: And here is the IC post for this batch of eggs! There are still some left, so feel free to cruise on over and snag one!]

[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/]

[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!]

[Hey, look at that, it's Yagyuu, for once not in the Tennis Haus (or even Goldenrod City), but instead in the slightly more commonplace setting of a hotel room, sitting on his neat, well-made bed and absently petting his Espeon with the hand that isn't holding his Gear. He's about as placid as usual, albeit possibly looking a bit more worn out than he generally tends to be; it's been a while since he did any extensive traveling on foot, and the trip to Blackthorn City isn't exactly an easy one.

He rolls his shoulders slightly, then reaches over and picks up his case of badges, flipping it open to regard his newest addition: the Glacier Badge.]

Between Pryce-san and the Ice Path, I believe I've more than had my fill of ice for a while. I wonder what sort of challenge Clair-san will pose? Someone known as the Blessed User of Dragon Pokemon ought to make for an interesting opponent.

[Still, that's a battle for tomorrow. Which means today really ought to be spent picking out what team he's going to field for that...which in turn reminds him —

He reaches over again, this time producing the two strange Pokeballs he found waiting for him in his Box at the Pokemon Center, and regards them thoughtfully.]

Still, there's this matter...

[He looks them over, shrugs, and then tosses them to the floor, half-forgetting he's still on camera as the balls erupt open to reveal...

A Flareon and an Eevee, one of whom he recognizes all too well, the other of whom he just sort of stares at in horror.

There is a pause. For a moment, all is silent.

And then begins the unholy squeaking of far too many Eevees storming the room to investigate these new arrivals.

It is perhaps a small mercy for Yagyuu's sake when Lady dismissively flicks her tail at his Gear in the midst of the squirming furry cacophony, giving it a good firm whack and managing to switch it off in the process.]

[OOC: Glacier Badge and Rising Badge are both mod-approved!]

[This video opens, perhaps a bit oddly, with a shot of the library in the Tennis Haus — or what would be a shot of the library in the Tennis Haus, if it weren't for the fact that Yagyuu is currently blocking the view as he makes adjustments to the camera, shadows playing over the out-of-focus image as it shifts back and forth until he gets it the way he wants it. He's being rather meticulous about getting this just right, actually, and fusses over it awhile until it's the way he wants it — perhaps a bit odd in itself.

At last, though, he steps back, appraises his handiwork for a minute, and then leaves the room with a slight nod of apparent satisfaction. But he isn't gone for long; within a minute or so he's back, carrying a small box, and with his Vulpix at his heels.

He sits down on the carpet, holding the box in both hands, and then sets it aside as he withdraws a brush from his pocket and pulls the Vulpix into his lap, beginning to groom her with familiar ease.]

You'll be eight months old this month, Masako.

[He works slowly, methodically, bringing her fur to a healthy sheen with more care than Yagyuu is generally inclined to show toward anyone.]

I'd planned to leave this to Kirihara-kun, you know. It's part of the responsibility of being a good captain, knowing your players' capabilities. Their strengths, their weaknesses. When to nurture them and when to take a firm hand, to better push them toward their full potential, and when to demand more still. When to ask them to surpass their own limits.

[A gradual pause.]

He'll be a good captain, once he comes to the realization that he can't be our junior forever. But that's something he'll have to do for himself.

[He finishes up, then sets her back on her feet in front of him, and reaches over for the box. There's a Fire Stone inside, one he bought a few months back, that he's been holding in anticipation of this moment — and so now he brings it out, holding it loosely in his upturned palm.]

Now that he and Fuji-kun are gone, I suppose this is something you'll have to do for yourself, too. When you're ready. When it's what you want.

[He holds the stone out for her inspection, then sets it on the carpet between them, well within her reach.]

We all have to grow up sometime, don't we.

[And for a minute, silence hangs in the air between them as they look at each other, a boy and his Vulpix together in a sunlit library, and then at last the Vulpix moves — running right past the Fire Stone on the ground to jump back into his arms instead, nearly bowling him over in the process.

And the last thing that's visible before the video ends is a pair of clawed purple hands descending on the Gear, and a smudge of ghostly fuzz at the edges of the camera, and — oh, would you look at that, this private home movie just got uploaded to the Gear network, didn't it? Thanks, Hirochii. Thanks.]

[It may seem like an odd endeavor, wandering the snowy streets of Goldenrod in such relatively unpleasant weather, but sure enough, that's precisely what Yagyuu's doing today. It's not the first time he's gone over these streets and it almost certainly won't be the last; he's not so much exploring today as he is just walking the familiar byways, his breath making translucent clouds in the chilly air.

There's a Vulpix riding along with him, curled around his shoulders and supported atop his backpack, nuzzled in close to his neck like an oversize, furry, Fire-type scarf. If the weight or the awkwardness of ferrying her in that way bothers him, he certainly doesn't show it; his own scarf is draped light but snug from his neck to his chin, and the collar of his heavy winter coat is turned up as added protection against the cold.

He's carrying a few bags with him, of varying sizes, all unmistakably from the Goldenrod Department Store—evidently, he's been out shopping. And perhaps he still is, because at the moment he's stopped in front of the frosted glass window of a jewelry store, peering in at the display and watching the light catch the facets of the gemstones as they glitter against their black velvet backings.]

Another four days and you'll be six months old, Masako. It is strange how time flies, isn't it?

[He's speaking quietly, more to himself than the little fox on his shoulders.]

And strange, too, how much can change in seven months.

[And he seems to dwell on that, lost in thought, as the jewels gleam bright in the window and the fine mist of his condensing breath drifts and disperses in the cold afternoon air.]

[The clatter of plastic against hardwood is the first indication that this recording is probably not intentional; the second is the fact that for the initial few seconds, there's no discernible speech, but rather just a cacophony of clicking nails, scampering feet, rapid footsteps, and the occasional frustrated grunt. Then at last, amidst the noise, a few sentence fragments become audible as they drift past the microphone.]

No, no, get down from th—

[Noise.]

Phantom, grab Napo—no, wait, that's Archime—the yellow collar, Phantom, grab it—

[Noise.]

Leonidas, don't eat that—

[Noise.]

Loki, I'm going to need that leg back sooner or—did you just sneeze on—?

[Noise. More noise. Some shuffling this time. And then, at last:]

There. One, two, three, four, five, si—wait, where's Mithras, he was just—

[Footsteps, shuffling, and then a moment later, a klaxon begins to sound.]

Ah, there you are. Well done, Arsène, and I appreciate having you on the lookout, though you needn't sound the alarm quite that vigorously next time. Lady, Aya, are the others still all present and accounted for?

[More assorted noises, shuffling, and the unmistakable squeaking of a mass of Eevees fill the air, and shortly thereafter the familiar purple jelly of a Ditto squishes over the microphone, and the broadcast ends—followed a little while later by a text.]

~
Is anyone currently in the business of producing mass quantities of Sleep Powder — specifically, enough to put six Eevees to sleep for approximately eight hours at a stretch? If so, please respond to this message; I'd like to make an arrangement with you.

( GROUP TEXT: RIKKAIDAI )

( TEXT: YANAGI RENJI )

[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!]

( In Which There Is A Steel-Clad Gym Battle! )

[It's a cold day for the beach, but there wouldn't be much point in going all the way to a port city for a vacation and not making it down to the water's edge at least once, so today Yagyuu has simply bundled up and headed down for a stroll, intent on seeing the sights of the Olivine shoreline at least once. And he's warding off the cold rather admirably, really, with a warm scarf wrapped loosely around his neck and his hands in the pockets of his nice, sturdy peacoat. His breath is making faint clouds in the chill air as he walks at a leisurely pace, leaving footprints behind him in the sand as he meanders in the direction of the lighthouse, letting the cold breeze from the ocean play through the ends of his hair and wash over his exposed skin.

(It also happens that there is a Dratini following along after him rather conspicuously, down in the shallows of the waves, but one can hardly blame her for being conspicuous when she is, in fact, a six-foot bright blue baby noodle dragon.)

He walks a little while longer, then pauses and looks out at the ocean — which prompts the Dratini to duck beneath the waves, clearly engaged in her game of trying to tail him while staying out of his view. Spoilers: it doesn't work very well, but Yagyuu's content to let her have her fun, anyway.]

That's two of eight, then. [A pause, and then, with a touch more amusement—] A Steel-Clad Defense Girl...I wonder what Jackal-kun would think of that.

[And after musing on that a moment, he continues on his way with a faint smile, wandering along to enjoy the sights of Olivine.]

[OOC: Badge is mod-approved!]

When posed the question, "which contributes more to personality — nature or nurture?", a psychologist once replied, "which contributes more to the area of a rectangle — its length or its width?" The simplistic answer, therefore, is that neither one contributes more to a creature's personality; rather, that it's some interdependent combination of the two that produces the end result.

I think it's an interesting debate to consider, particularly in the context of our current mandate to 'catch them all' and 'be the very best' here in Johto. We're encouraged to capture Pokemon from their native habitats and train them to battle as proxies on our behalf, and in the course of that training and battling, they become stronger for it. We're also given a standard by which to measure that strength — a leveling system of sorts. I wonder, then, if anyone has ever tested to see if the claim holds up in practice? Take a Pokemon at a given level, having reached that level through training under a master; how does it compare to a similar Pokemon that reached that level of strength on its own in the wild?

The profession of breeder, likewise, raises its own questions. We know that, through deliberate manipulation of parentage, a bred Pokemon can be hatched knowing any number of a wide array of attacks, garnered from the influence of its parents. But regardless of egg moves, are there some Pokemon that are simply born stronger than others? The theory of natural selection would suggest that some must be, and that the ones predisposed to advantage would therefore be better equipped to survive than the ones that lacked those natural advantages. But on the other hand, that may be expecting a bit too much logic from a world where a horse, perpetually on fire, only burns when ordered to.

They're social creatures, Pokemon — sometimes surprisingly so. They seem to have some comprehension of the 'team' unit we enforce upon them, despite it being one entirely and arbitrarily of human making. The lion might lie down with the lamb — or the Luxray might lie down with the Mareep, as the case may be — solely by virtue of the fact that predator and prey share a trainer in common. One member of a roster might emerge as the 'mother' of the group, while another takes on an authoritative role, while others form partnerships within the context of the unit. It's a...surprisingly human showing of behavior, coming from creatures we're supposed to capture and store in balls on our belts.

A rather wise philosopher recently posed the question to the network: "Do you think that if you try hard enough at something, then eventually you'll succeed at it? Or are there some things that can't be achieved through just hard work?" Which brings the debate full-circle, I think. Are we, ultimately, products of our nature? Our environment? Some combination of both?

And what does it mean for what we're doing here, that at times our Pokemon seem to be just as human as we are?

[ Passerby browsing through the Goldenrod Department Store late this afternoon might happen across Yagyuu and his Espeon, Lady, perusing the aisles with a leisurely air. For people watching particularly closely, one might notice that the two of them spend a fair amount of time lingering over the potions and TMs on display; every so often, Yagyuu produces a notebook and pencil and seems to reference it, jotting quick notes and apparently making comparisons between whatever he has written in the notebook and whatever it is he's currently looking at on the shelves. But ultimately, they're only window shopping, and soon enough they move on to other floors and other wares.

Somewhere in the midst of this shopping trip, however, a brief message goes up on the Gear network: ]

Which is a more fitting gift for a soon-to-be fourteen-year-old? A pair of socks or a pocket dictionary?

[Ladies and gentlemen of Johto, we interrupt your regularly scheduled programming this evening for a Very Special Radio Broadcast™, coming to you direct from Goldenrod Radio Tower...and conveniently lacking in all those pesky little bits of red tape like authorization and advance permission that just get in the way of the show.

As such, the usual Pokemon favorites are conspicuously absent; they've been replaced by something a bit more palatable to the discerning listener. Tangos, jazz, the occasional rondo here and there. And the usual DJs? Yes, well, it turns out they've been replaced by something a bit more palatable, too. Namely, a pair of troublemakers calling themselves

futariniousama and

usedlaserbeam.

First up, a sultry alto (which may seem oddly familiar to a few of you), sounding perhaps more suited to a phone sex hotline than a radio station host: ]

"Evening, Johto~ Are you ready for a very special treat? Because have we got a surprise for you~"

[Then, following that alto, a deeper voice proceeds to chime in—one that a very select few might recognize as sounding very familiar to one Atobe Keigo.]

"And you should all feel honored for the once-in-a-lifetime experience you're about to be given."

[And without missing a beat, the voice switches back—]

"See, we've decided to borrow your airwaves for a little while. Oh, don't worry! We'll take good care of them, promise~"

"Tonight, instead of the usual mundane drivel you people normally content yourselves with—"

"—we're gonna turn up the heat a little bit—"

"—and bring some culture back into your poor, wanting lives."

[And as the first song cues, feel free to just sit back, enjoy the music, revel in the change of pace—or if you're really feeling moved, why not call in? The lines are open, the DJs are waiting, and they'd just love to hear what you have to say. Or, if there's some burning question that's on your mind, why not phone it in to tonight's premiere of Ask Ore-sama, and let him offer his worldly advice to you?

Regardless, we hope you enjoy the show, because all good things must end and the sweetest treats always come with an expiration date. In this case, that'd be the unmistakable sound of the Kangaskhan Cops storming the building—

—But never fear, folks. If there's one thing your hosts know how to do, it's make an exit.]

[OOC: And now, for the tl;dr explanation of these mod-approved shenanigans! ( So much tl;dr! )

[What's one of the biggest perks of having a regular job? Why, the disposable income, of course. And today it seems Yagyuu has seen fit to put it to use, as he is currently walking through the streets of Goldenrod City, pausing to look in store windows and evidently doing a fair amount of window shopping while he's at it. He's got what's probably a shopping list in his hand, as well; at least, it's a piece of paper he's carrying with him and referencing every so often, and occasionally making marks on with a pencil.

After a few minutes of candid camera, though, he glances down and retrieves his Gear, moving to activate it—and looking only mildly surprised when he discovers it's already on.]

Well, that saves me a certain amount of effort, at least. [He lightly clears his throat.] Provided it's not too much trouble, if any long-term residents of Goldenrod City would be willing to offer their expertise in a certain matter, I'd greatly appreciate any recommendations toward reputable stores with a wide availability of home decorations and furnishings. Preferably not of the Pokemon-themed variety, if at all possible. I've found a few promising establishments of my own, but in a city this large, there's always the potential to overlook available options, so I'd be grateful for any assistance.

[And with a polite, almost friendly smile, he nods in affirmation and then switches the feed off.]

~
( Pidgey Delivery: Midori Komaki )

( Pidgey Delivery: Minnie Mouse )

( Pidgey Delivery: Rise Kujikawa )

[Greetings, Johto! This video is coming to you from some secluded part of the streets of Violet City, courtesy of PhantomCam™, and features one Yagyuu Hiroshi sitting comfortably on a bench beneath the shade of a tree, engrossed in a book with his backpack resting securely at his feet. Perhaps most notably, he's not wearing his yellow-and-black Regulars jersey today, which is largely because it's currently piled next to him on the bench in something vaguely approximating a nest, with what can only be a Pokemon egg resting safely inside.

Yagyuu, for his part, is mostly oblivious to the fact that he's currently on candid cam, but the reason for it quickly becomes apparent—the egg in its nest is beginning to rock gently from side to side, making vaguely egg-like noises, and gradually beginning to glow.

(Fortunately, Phantom is wise enough to the workings of Pokemon hatchings that he's taken the initative to record this for posterity, regardless of whether or not his trainer is as quick on the uptake about it.)

Another few moments pass, and now at last Yagyuu takes notice, setting his book aside and turning his full attention to watch as the egg wobbles, brightens, cracks—]

Vee! Eevee!
[—and yields a bouncing newborn Eevee, still snug and secure in the jersey-nest, taking her first look at the world.

Book completely forgotten now, Yagyuu carefully extends a hand to his newest Pokemon, letting her inspect him a minute; after a few courtesy sniffs and nudges, the Eevee hops out of her nest and climbs up into Yagyuu's lap instead, settling in to ensure his full attention as she carefully inspects the human who's going to be her trainer. A minute later, Yagyuu's hands come to rest on her back, stroking through her fur as he conducts an appraisal of his own. This is, after all, his first attempt at breeding a Pokemon, and he's clearly intent on thoroughly examining just how well it turned out.]

Ah, aren't you a friendly one. Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you, too.

[And as Yagyuu continues to fuss over his new Eevee, Phantom apparently decides that his work here is done, and switches the feed off.]

[After a productive (but admittedly somewhat boring) five hours of work sorting and filing papers at the Cherrygrove Pokémon Center, it's finally time for Yagyuu to head for home--or at least, for the room at the Cherrygrove Inn he's been sharing with Kirihara-kun since they both arrived in the city yesterday. He'd gladly work longer hours if they'd let him, but the rules are strict for minors, and so he's being cheerfully shooed out as soon as his time is up for the day.

As a result, anyone in the vicinity of the Center in Cherrygrove will probably see him exiting the front doors, his Breeder's Manual already open in one hand for casual perusal as he starts his walk back toward the inn. Strangely, he doesn't seem to have any Pokémon with him, though he does have his backpack slung casually over his shoulder like a model student might.

All things considered, he's not hard to spot, both from his lack of visible Pokémon and his bright yellow Rikkai jersey with the collar popped up at the neck. Which means he's also a prime target for bothering, should anyone feel so inclined.]

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021 | Blackthorn City | Video / Action;
020 | Goldenrod City | Video / Action;
017 | Goldenrod City | Video / Action;
016 | Goldenrod City | Audio → Text;
012 | Cianwood City | Text / Video / Action;
011 | Olivine City | Video / Action;
010 | Goldenrod City | Text
008 | Goldenrod City | Text / Action;
??? | Goldenrod Radio Tower | Broadcast;
005 | Goldenrod City | Video / Action;
003 | Violet City | Video / Action;
002 | Cherrygrove City | Action;

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