reveiller: (☁ blue. and through your eyes)
['sup, guys. when the video flickers on, you get a cheerful image of a brown-haired boy brandishing a large pair of gardening shears. he's putting them down now. the backdrop is both sunny and green -- there is another park bench behind the one where he is currently seated. a bit of a rueful grin.]

Ah, the weather's been nice recently, hasn't it? Even if Ecruteak is a little on the dreary side; but then again, after Goldenrod, purple would seem dreary. [a bit of a glance off-screen. in the background, a jumpluff floats past, making soft singing noises.] Though admittedly, despite the cheer and sun, it's a little hard to take advantage of it all and get some much-needed gardening done when said garden refuses to stay still.

[this is said without much complaint, however. and judging by his genial expression and the multitude of leaves still stuck in his hair, that garden probably ended up staying still at some point in time or another.]

On another note-- [and here, he shuffles a little, a bit of an excited gleam in his eyes. holding up a magazine, he flips through it idly] I finally got around to picking up a copy of the magazines they sell down at the mart. Did you know that the horoscopes here feature scantily-clad Pokemon? [a bit of a chuckle, here] But then again, Pokemon here generally go without clothing on a daily basis, so I'd say they're far more dressed than usual. The fig leaves for Gemin- no, sorry, the Plumini were a nice touch.

That being said, if anyone would like their horoscopes for this week and the next, I wouldn't mind giving it. [a hum] I'll need your birthdate, or at least a birth month, in that case; in Earth months, please, unless you want to get creative -- though if you're not sure about either of them, I wouldn't mind doing some profiling. I'm of a belief that astrology can be fairly universal.

[a bit of a pause, here. have a thoughtful smile--] I should probably also mention that these horoscopes are a little different than you usual.

Unless, of course, your horoscopes come in shades of Flaafies, Rapidarius and Skorupio.
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[It starts with Fuji eying a pokeball contemplatively. He gets up from his seat, apparently entirely unaware that the feed is running, and turns to the side as though addressing someone else in the room just beyond the scope of the video feed --]

-- say, could I borrow a screwdriver?

[The feed abruptly ends.

The next time the feed turns on, it's deliberate. Fuji is smiling into the screen with all the innocence found only on naked baby birds and seasoned salesmen.

He holds up a pokeball ruefully.]


All right, I give. Does anyone know what's going on inside the pokeball when the pokemon goes in?

I tried prying it open, but it seems like it didn't like that very much. I think having a pokeball short-circuit on me once is enough for the day.

[A beat, and he throws a meaningful look at the black smear on the hotel wall behind him. Plastered against the wall next to the black smear is a ditto the shape of a black smear -- one can easily tell that it's a ditto because this particular ditto was too lazy to even mimic the texture of the burn. He pays it no mind, turning back to the screen.]

And out of curiosity, has anyone tried to catch anything that's not a pokemon with the pokeball? [Wryly--] If you go with the theory that the pokeball is actually a gateway to an alternate dimension, maybe whoever that gets shoved inside will end up going home -- or end up in someone else's 'home'. You'd never know. Space-time works in mysterious, mysterious ways. [He's joking. ... maybe. A theatrical sigh--]

Sadly, I don't think there's a way to know for sure unless we give it a test run, though. [A grin.] Any volunteers?

Filtered to Watanuki )

Filtered to 'Mister Blackbird' )

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reveiller: (☁ red tide. the meaning of love)
[He's sitting at the counter, chin propped and smiling lightly in a way that implies he's bored out of his skull. Of course, the fact that he's broadcasting at all sort of hints at his boredom -- he only ever turns to the pokegear when he's feeling blasé.]

So, Johtotites. [A pause.] Or is it more of a 'Johtoians'? 'Johtoeses'? It's too bad that 'Johto' doesn't translate well into some sort of a national calling. 'Denizens of Johto' is a little too wordy, though. If anyone has a better suggestion, I wouldn't mind hearing it.

[A chuckle.] But anyway. Some of us have been here for a while now -- so I think it's safe to say that a lot of us have seen many different kinds of pokémon. So just a quick survey -- what pokémon that you've met so far would you, in your opinion, consider to be the strongest? Cutest? Or maybe even the rarest, the fastest, the smallest, the largest -- that sort of thing. [He hums, thoughtful.] I'm sure all of you can think up some nice examples for each category. Now, it's just a matter of sharing it.

[A glint in his eyes, and he leans into the screen, conspiratorial--] I'd like to share the one that I consider to be the 'most elusive'. I know, it's not exactly an -est word, but I think it fits in the spirit of things.

Some of you would agree, actually -- 'Kanra', not exactly a pokémon, but he or she is one of the more intangible things in Johto. I wonder if they're the sort of thing that would come if I call out their name to the wind -- but that's too much of an impossibility, isn't it?

[Rue.] Too bad. I think I have something for them.

At any rate, I'd like to hear some of your opinions. Wouldn't it be interesting, to see if we could reach some sort of consensus?

[A chuckle.] Something like that, at any rate.

[He smiles, delighted, and the feed ends.]

[action.]

[He's now standing by the entrance to the Goldenrod Radio Tower, handing out pamphlets with a cheerful smile. Bug him y/n/dango?]
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.