013 | Goldenrod City | Video / Action;
[Oh, hey there, Johto. Hope none of you out there get motion sickness, because today's broadcast starts out a little...haphazard, courtesy of a pair of clawed purple hands unearthing the Pokegear from the depths of a backpack and shaking it around a little in the process of turning it on. But eventually the Gear comes to rest on the floor, propped against the aforementioned backpack, and so the only defect in the recording is that it's slightly off-kilter, tilted to one side as a result of how it's been abandoned.
The scene, as the furry purple blur recedes, is the library of the Tennis Haus; things are looking warm and cozy, illuminated by the yellow light of table lamps. Lying on the carpet near the foot of the couch is the world's saddest Persian, her eyes half-lidded and her tail curled sadly around her as she mopes there in a pile of tawny fur. Curled up next to her is a rather concerned Absol, one who gives her a light nudge with his nose every so often as he relaxes like a protective guardian at her side.
And there, on the couch, is Yagyuu-a notebook in his lap, a pencil behind his ear, and scattered piles of neatly-arranged papers all around. Upon further examination, it appears he's sorting them into some given order, and musing quietly to himself every so often as he does so.]
Contingent on length of time...not likely.
[He sets one slip of paper in one of the stacks, then regards another.]
Contingent on order of arrival...at least some evidence, but. Nn.
[And it goes into a different stack. He retrieves a third.]
Contingent on skill and aptitude of team...
[With his free hand, he absently reaches down to scratch behind the Persian's ears. She thumps her tail once, halfheartedly, in response.]
It'd tie in with the badges theory-incentive to raise strong teams, resulting in a wide and available supply of particularly adept Pokemon. But the bargain was for eight. Eight badges, eight gym leaders-yet there was a gym in Saffron City. To say nothing of the supposed Elite Four...
[As he muses, the owner of those purple hands appears again, creeping around the far edge of the couch, apparently undetected, with a shy and almost hopefully determined look on his face.]
How did you do it? What's the key? What are we missing?
[But alas, that question ultimately goes unanswered, as the Gengar in question chooses that precise moment to leap out from behind the couch, uttering a loud GEN! as it does so, and Yagyuu proceeds to jump a mile in response-sending his neatly-arranged stacks of paper flying everywhere with a rather undignified noise to match, and the last thing the video manages to capture is the Gengar looking both utterly surprised and entirely pleased with himself before the Absol comes bounding over to shut the camera off.]
The scene, as the furry purple blur recedes, is the library of the Tennis Haus; things are looking warm and cozy, illuminated by the yellow light of table lamps. Lying on the carpet near the foot of the couch is the world's saddest Persian, her eyes half-lidded and her tail curled sadly around her as she mopes there in a pile of tawny fur. Curled up next to her is a rather concerned Absol, one who gives her a light nudge with his nose every so often as he relaxes like a protective guardian at her side.
And there, on the couch, is Yagyuu-a notebook in his lap, a pencil behind his ear, and scattered piles of neatly-arranged papers all around. Upon further examination, it appears he's sorting them into some given order, and musing quietly to himself every so often as he does so.]
Contingent on length of time...not likely.
[He sets one slip of paper in one of the stacks, then regards another.]
Contingent on order of arrival...at least some evidence, but. Nn.
[And it goes into a different stack. He retrieves a third.]
Contingent on skill and aptitude of team...
[With his free hand, he absently reaches down to scratch behind the Persian's ears. She thumps her tail once, halfheartedly, in response.]
It'd tie in with the badges theory-incentive to raise strong teams, resulting in a wide and available supply of particularly adept Pokemon. But the bargain was for eight. Eight badges, eight gym leaders-yet there was a gym in Saffron City. To say nothing of the supposed Elite Four...
[As he muses, the owner of those purple hands appears again, creeping around the far edge of the couch, apparently undetected, with a shy and almost hopefully determined look on his face.]
How did you do it? What's the key? What are we missing?
[But alas, that question ultimately goes unanswered, as the Gengar in question chooses that precise moment to leap out from behind the couch, uttering a loud GEN! as it does so, and Yagyuu proceeds to jump a mile in response-sending his neatly-arranged stacks of paper flying everywhere with a rather undignified noise to match, and the last thing the video manages to capture is the Gengar looking both utterly surprised and entirely pleased with himself before the Absol comes bounding over to shut the camera off.]