reveiller: (☁ cloud. the transiently flowing time)
[When the video flickers on, there is a sudden sizzling sound that permeates through the speaker of your pokegear, gaining in intensity as the pokegear spins around and around in a dizzying motion, before skidding to a halt abruptly. Out of the corner of the screen, one can see a flash of a long snout and the leg of what looks to be a bedpost, if the frilly covers draping down from above are any indication whatsoever.

Then, an eevee pokes its face into the screen, staring out from the other side of the pokegear with a seriousness found only on shampoo models and totem poles. It bats at the screen cautiously, then looks up, ears twitching at the approach of something that sounds like it's... sizzling.

A large hand reaches down and picks up the pokegear, shifting until it faces upwards. The video then reveals a lightly-smiling Fuji, and what appears to be a hair iron held loosely in his other hand, which seems to be more or less the cause of the sizzling.

Wedged between the two metal prongs of the hair iron is a gastly.

It looks very, very pleased.

Fuji looks to the gastly, then back to the screen thoughtfully.]


I guess now's as good of a time as ever. Kanra, Souji -- the eggs have hatched nicely. Thank you. I'll do my best to take good care of them.

[A smile. Then, thoughtfully--] Which brings me to a very important question, actually. Do baby pokemon teethe? Little brothers do, at any rate, but that's probably an unfair comparison.

[He pauses, shrugging. Suddenly, the eevee, having climbed up his shoulders in the meantime, peeks out from behind his hair, brown fur blending in a dizzying fashion with brown hair. It gives the pokegear a wary look, and disappears behind Fuji's back, presumably climbing down his back once more.

Fuji chuckles. He lifts his hair iron, bemused.]
Gastlies don't seem to, but I think they replace teething with other hobbies.

[Rue.] I guess I just want to know why I woke up today with all of my socks shredded in a pile in the corner. If any breeders could share some insight, I'd like that. [Pause.] And if anyone has any recommendations for a brand of shred-proof, fire-proof socks, I'd like to hear it.

[A grin, almost conspiratorial in nature.] My toes aren't used to being cold.

[He laughs, lightly, and ends the feed.]



filtered to niou. )
reveiller: (☁ sky. the story will continue)
[When the video flickers on, we have here an expression of utmost innocence -- the sort that you find on experienced salesmen and newborn baby birds. There's a metaphorical 'I'm hungry, feed me!' glint in his eyes, though for anyone who knows Fuji well enough, it's more of a 'I'm bored, entertain me!' than anything else.

The backdrop is of a plainly decorated room with a rather comfortable bed , occupied by a curl of a flaming porcupine. A misdreavus drifts lazily across the screen and settles herself in his hair. He smiles, all teeth.]


Everyone comes from different worlds, don't they? [Pause. He clarifies--] That being a generic 'everyone', of course, and a very broad and open-minded definition of 'different'. Still, though, we're not really here about semantics.

[He hums, idly, and the misdreavus yawns, before taking a few locks of his brown hair into her mouth, making mimicries of a chewing motion.] The point being, with each world comes a whole new set of possibilities. And on a snowy day where going outside generally means freezing something off in the process, possibilities are fun.

How many of us here have had special abilities back in our home world? Things like flight, telekinesis, powers of prediction, but maybe even things like extra appendages that didn't get carried over between world transfers. [He smiles, wryly.] And even if that's not the case, if you have any interesting stories about your home worlds that you wouldn't mind sharing, I'd like to hear them.

[He puts a finger to his lips, playfully.] If nothing else, it's a good way to pass the time.