usedlaserbeam: (SIDELONG Φ we're having eyesex right now)
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

usedlaserbeam: (CAT Φ make a pussy joke and die)
[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.

usedlaserbeam: (BOOK Φ it won't study itself)
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!]
usedlaserbeam: (POKE Φ dibs on the dead guy's wallet)
There's a saying, I believe, that things both bad and good come in threes. I'm not entirely certain if I subscribe to that belief, but I suppose there is something to be said for things taken in multiples being superior to ones that stand alone. Or perhaps that's simply the perspective of someone with a particular inclination toward doubles.

Though I admit I'm not averse to singles, if there should happen to be two tennis players in the same vicinity of a court. I enjoyed our game, Shiraishi-kun — let's have another again, soon.

But on the subject of doubles, today marks the second birthday I've had the occasion to observe in Johto. By local reckoning, it seems I'm now sixteen. And it also seems a few members of my roster have seen fit to observe the occasion in a manner...uniquely commemorating that. Thank goodness Marui-kun left me Tensai Jr. upon his departure a few months ago; it appears I'll be making good use of his reserves of Sleep Powder again.

And for the sake of indulging what is almost certainly a sense of morbid curiosity, a question: do any of you, reading this, have multiples of the same species of Pokemon in your roster? And if so, what is the most of any one variety you've ended up with?
usedlaserbeam: (COLORS Φ look out for us we're dangerous)
[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.]

~

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/]
usedlaserbeam: (AWKWARD Φ turtle turtle turtle turtle)
[So here's an idyllic scene for you: Yagyuu, back in Goldenrod City (wait a minute, how did he get to Goldenrod, he was just in Cerulean a minute ago—) and hanging out in the grass near the Tennis Haus, which has miraculously recovered from the wear and tear it took from the influx of garbage for this temporary weekend and looks as spiffy and well-kempt as ever. The paint job is clean, the grass is trimmed, the tennis court is spotless, and Yukimura's garden is flourishing — and currently inhabited by one rather large levitating man-eating plant, scaring off humans and animals alike who might try to trespass into the domain it's guarding.

And then there's Yagyuu himself, surrounded by a veritable swarm of seven Eevees, one Espeon, one Umbreon, and one Flareon, all of whom are happy and rambunctious and look like they may very well pick him up and carry him off if he should happen to let his guard down.

(Somewhere in the background, a Slowpoke duct-taped to a skateboard with model rocket engines attached to it goes hurtling by, making a noise that sounds suspiciously like eeeeeeeeeeeed.)

Needless to say, Yagyuu is a little perplexed.]


...Ah. How did I—

[But then he looks down again, and double-takes, because those seven Eevees have all just evolved in the blink of an eye, and he is now sporting two Flareons, a Vaporeon, a Jolteon, a Leafeon, a Glaceon, two Espeons, an Umbreon, and one very dopey Eevee who seems to have failed at evolving in general.

He's almost afraid to look away from them again, for fear that more of them might crop up.]


...It's going to be one of those days again, isn't it.


[OOC: COME HIT HIM UP! Anytime, anywhere, he's in Goldenrod by the Haus but he can easily move wherever you'd like him! COME TO ME, FOURTH-WALLERS, I WANT YOU IN THIS POST. ♥]
usedlaserbeam: (BRIGHT Φ oh look he went super saiyan)
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!]
usedlaserbeam: (FOND Φ then we crushed them like bugs)
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!]
usedlaserbeam: (CAT Φ make a pussy joke and die)
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?
usedlaserbeam: (COLORS Φ look out for us we're dangerous)
[This afternoon, on a Very Special Broadcast™ courtesy of Yagyuu's PokeGear, the Gear network is treated to the sight of the Goldenrod Gym's interior, where Yagyuu and Whitney appear to somewhere in the midst of the preliminary discussion that traditionally precedes a gym challenge — except that, given the few small snippets of dialogue that manage to filter their way over to the microphone, this particular conversation isn't quite as traditional as most: ]

Oh, that jersey! Hey, you live here in Goldenrod, don't you?

Yes, that's right. My teammates and I have a house here.

Right, I remember seeing those jerseys around the city! [A giggle.] Some of your friends have come to challenge me before.

Ah, have they really? I hope you found them worthy opponents.

Well, one of them was! The one with the seaweed hair. [Another giggle.] He put up a much better fight than the one I beat a few months ago.

[And what follows that remark is a sharp, dangerous silence as the words sink in, the implications are spun out, and Yagyuu gradually puts two and two together—the figure of a few months, the team members he knows haven't challenged the gym, the ones remaining who it might've been—and finds that no, he really doesn't like the way they're adding up.

There's a oddly different tone in his voice when he speaks again, some underlying quality that's almost impossible to place—unless, of course, you happen to be familiar enough with Yagyuu to know what usually follows his words when they come in a tone like that.]


In that case, I hope you'll find me a worthwhile challenge. Shall we begin?

Okay, but I'm warning you—I'm good!


And A Gym Battle Commences! )


[Some time later, in the aftermath, there is a constantly-shifting parade of fur, hooves, and feathers obscuring the camera of the Gear, but the soft patter of rain suggests that the scene has moved somewhere outdoors, and Yagyuu's voice is unmistakable.]

The two of you did well. An intentional defeat to achieve the most desirable circumstances for victory...it's an equally valuable contribution. I could hardly ask for more.

[There is a pause, and the familiar sound of a pair of Pokemon being recalled to their balls. And then, shortly thereafter, Yagyuu's supremely satisfied voice comes through again.]

So this is the Plain Badge.


[OOC: Mod-approved badge get! Pink text is, predictably, Whitney, and blue is Yukimura, used here with permission! o/]

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