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☂ v o i c e m e r u
Jan. 3rd, 2015 07:48 pmAh, if you're hearing this, it's probably because I couldn't pick up your call for whatever the reasons. Things to do, pokemon to catch. I'm sure you know the drill.
Leave a message, and I'll be sure to get back to you.
[Beep.]
Leave a message, and I'll be sure to get back to you.
[Beep.]
[ ... have a sigh, people. ]
... I should've known better than to jinx us yesterday.
Still, though, that's rather creative of them, bringing home to us rather than the other way around.
[ have a weak grin and wave combo, guys. ]
No hard feelings, right?
[ action! ]
[ and in various parts of johto, have a young boy sitting on a bench playing two-hand rendition of rock-paper-scissors (and book-nutcracker-washing machine) with a whimsicott, who, upon close examination, seems to lack fingers entirely. have a smile if you approach him. heck, he'll even teach you the rendition if he likes you enough.
life as usual, he supposes. ]
... I should've known better than to jinx us yesterday.
Still, though, that's rather creative of them, bringing home to us rather than the other way around.
[ have a weak grin and wave combo, guys. ]
No hard feelings, right?
[ action! ]
[ and in various parts of johto, have a young boy sitting on a bench playing two-hand rendition of rock-paper-scissors (and book-nutcracker-washing machine) with a whimsicott, who, upon close examination, seems to lack fingers entirely. have a smile if you approach him. heck, he'll even teach you the rendition if he likes you enough.
life as usual, he supposes. ]
voice. | action for mahogany.
Dec. 9th, 2011 09:21 pm[ a hum, drawn. five-tone chime of the pokemon center machine. the feed starts unceremoniously. ]
Mm, say, if you were sent home tomorrow...
What's the first thing you'd do when you go back?
Mm, say, if you were sent home tomorrow...
What's the first thing you'd do when you go back?
video. | action for goldenrod.
Oct. 9th, 2011 12:25 am//backdated to 10.07.2011
occurs after this post
[when the video feed flickers on, it appears to be rocking.
there’s a chuckle, here. and without the rocking, one can hear the subtle sounds of running water in the background. slowly, the video feed turns from an invigorating view of the drywall down towards the floor.
spread along the hallway are seventy-six cacti in all of their prickly glory, ribbons connecting them in a distinct pattern. when you connect the pots, they spell thus:
happy birthday
… of course he wouldn’t be conventional about it. there’s another lull as the operator allows for the viewer to enjoy (dubiously) his art, before the video feed turns to his smiling face. Fuji looks amiable. he is wearing a party hat. he puts his finger to his lips conspiratorially. a single word, hush--]
Listen.
[the video feed then turns dubiously to what appears to be the door to the washroom. the gentle sounds of running water intensifies, a mild murmur. however, if you take the time to quiet yourselves down and listen closely, there seems to be a hum intermixed with the sound of running water. melodic and shy, it sounds almost as if…
someone’s singing in the shower?
( can you imagine Fuji’s amused grin ) there’s a few moments of this, before both water and music stop in one fell swoop. the operator then takes the time to point the camera’s angle upwards, towards the upper-half of the door. a few brief moments of shuffling—Fuji’s quiet voice brimming with amusement.]
Ah, any moment now. It's time for the show. Are we all ready?
[with that rhetorical question, the door to the bathroom suddenly swings open.
>> first comes the steam from the shower.
>> next comes Tezuka Kunimitsu, his glasses fogged and misty.
the moment the older boy turns his general field of vision down towards the camera, there’s a loud pop, followed by a shower of streamers. his eyebrow shoots up above the hairline, just as the last bits of confetti settle in his wet hair.
Fuji’s grin is palpable, even behind the screen.]
Happy Birthday, Tezuka.
[and before Tezuka's reaction is properly recorded, the feed ends-- just like that]
occurs after this post
[when the video feed flickers on, it appears to be rocking.
there’s a chuckle, here. and without the rocking, one can hear the subtle sounds of running water in the background. slowly, the video feed turns from an invigorating view of the drywall down towards the floor.
spread along the hallway are seventy-six cacti in all of their prickly glory, ribbons connecting them in a distinct pattern. when you connect the pots, they spell thus:
happy birthday
… of course he wouldn’t be conventional about it. there’s another lull as the operator allows for the viewer to enjoy (dubiously) his art, before the video feed turns to his smiling face. Fuji looks amiable. he is wearing a party hat. he puts his finger to his lips conspiratorially. a single word, hush--]
Listen.
[the video feed then turns dubiously to what appears to be the door to the washroom. the gentle sounds of running water intensifies, a mild murmur. however, if you take the time to quiet yourselves down and listen closely, there seems to be a hum intermixed with the sound of running water. melodic and shy, it sounds almost as if…
someone’s singing in the shower?
( can you imagine Fuji’s amused grin ) there’s a few moments of this, before both water and music stop in one fell swoop. the operator then takes the time to point the camera’s angle upwards, towards the upper-half of the door. a few brief moments of shuffling—Fuji’s quiet voice brimming with amusement.]
Ah, any moment now. It's time for the show. Are we all ready?
[with that rhetorical question, the door to the bathroom suddenly swings open.
>> first comes the steam from the shower.
>> next comes Tezuka Kunimitsu, his glasses fogged and misty.
the moment the older boy turns his general field of vision down towards the camera, there’s a loud pop, followed by a shower of streamers. his eyebrow shoots up above the hairline, just as the last bits of confetti settle in his wet hair.
Fuji’s grin is palpable, even behind the screen.]
Happy Birthday, Tezuka.
[and before Tezuka's reaction is properly recorded, the feed ends-- just like that]
video. | action for goldenrod.
Sep. 25th, 2011 01:44 am[when the feed flickers on, the hand moves away from the screen to reveal something like a haphazard mess. the first thing you notice is a colouring book, child-like in quality. it's flipped to a page of the picture of an Ekans swallowing a Rattata whole -- the snake coloured purple painstakingly with a pencil crayon just a little off-screen.
it's not the only pencil crayon there. rather, if you count and compare all the colours, there are veritably enough pencil crayons scattered in the frame alone for two full boxes worth of them. there's the sound of paper crinkling off-screen, before a hand sets down a paper crane on-screen.]
Mm, eighty-one, I guess.
[a chuckle. Fuji picks up the feed. a flash of brown hair here, dizzying camera motions, and suddenly, the feed settles amongst a whole pile of paper cranes, crowding on-screen, haphazard in their placements. even as he does so, his fingers are already picking at the colouring book again.
he tears out the page with the Ekans and the Rattata, nimble fingers working away already at the first folds.]
I think it's fun, what you're liable to make out of paper. [hum] Wasn't origami originally designed for the sake of carrying love letters? Designed so that the receiver would know if someone had intercepted the message from the way the folds were refolded. -- would you like a love letter in a paper crane?
[a thoughtful pause, here.] Isn't it funny that people believe it's bad luck, to unfold a crane? If it's a love letter for you, you'd have to unfold it anyway.
Their luck for you, I suppose.
[and now, he looks down, rueful. a twist of his fingers, and he pulls out the crane's wings, balancing delicately. a smile, a smile, so secretive that if the state of being cryptic was a rope, Fuji would've hung himself on it long ago.]
I think I'll play the piano with my toes.
[it's then the end-tail of an electric-mouse plops on-screen, the chuuuu that follows as unamused as it ever was. Berlin the Raichu plops himself unceremoniously into Fuji's lap, shaking his head a little. the boy blinks once, twice, chuckles, and reaches over to the feed--
cut.]
it's not the only pencil crayon there. rather, if you count and compare all the colours, there are veritably enough pencil crayons scattered in the frame alone for two full boxes worth of them. there's the sound of paper crinkling off-screen, before a hand sets down a paper crane on-screen.]
Mm, eighty-one, I guess.
[a chuckle. Fuji picks up the feed. a flash of brown hair here, dizzying camera motions, and suddenly, the feed settles amongst a whole pile of paper cranes, crowding on-screen, haphazard in their placements. even as he does so, his fingers are already picking at the colouring book again.
he tears out the page with the Ekans and the Rattata, nimble fingers working away already at the first folds.]
I think it's fun, what you're liable to make out of paper. [hum] Wasn't origami originally designed for the sake of carrying love letters? Designed so that the receiver would know if someone had intercepted the message from the way the folds were refolded. -- would you like a love letter in a paper crane?
[a thoughtful pause, here.] Isn't it funny that people believe it's bad luck, to unfold a crane? If it's a love letter for you, you'd have to unfold it anyway.
Their luck for you, I suppose.
[and now, he looks down, rueful. a twist of his fingers, and he pulls out the crane's wings, balancing delicately. a smile, a smile, so secretive that if the state of being cryptic was a rope, Fuji would've hung himself on it long ago.]
I think I'll play the piano with my toes.
[it's then the end-tail of an electric-mouse plops on-screen, the chuuuu that follows as unamused as it ever was. Berlin the Raichu plops himself unceremoniously into Fuji's lap, shaking his head a little. the boy blinks once, twice, chuckles, and reaches over to the feed--
cut.]
voice. / video. | action for goldenrod.
Aug. 15th, 2011 11:28 pm[voice // unfiltered]
[just voice, this time. whimsical.]
Have you ever tried slamming a revolving door?
[action/video, accidental?]
[for those of you early birds in Goldenrod, downtown, the video screen flickers to show--
the main street has been covered with sidewalk chalk drawings of dubious nature. there are several buckets of chalk scattered down the street, broken and whittled-down chalk pieces dotting the landscape amongst chalk drawings big and small, childish and masterful. there are cartoonish doodles of cacti, drawings of eyes, large, unwieldy birds and open books with fanciful, mythical creatures popping out of its pages. general outlines of gowns, chalk sketches of hands, shaded in, abstract pieces of shapes and lines that stretch as far as the eye can see.
it's only nine in the morning, and the streets are already filled with drawings. on a fairly blank patch of concrete, surrounded by the city proper, the culprit is hunkered down diligently, doodling small, cartoon kittens with large eyes and whiskers that end in flowers.
on your approach, his chalk breaks, little pieces glancing off the sidewalk.]
( text: filter -- Yuuta )
( text: filter -- Ryoma )
[just voice, this time. whimsical.]
Have you ever tried slamming a revolving door?
[action/video, accidental?]
[for those of you early birds in Goldenrod, downtown, the video screen flickers to show--
the main street has been covered with sidewalk chalk drawings of dubious nature. there are several buckets of chalk scattered down the street, broken and whittled-down chalk pieces dotting the landscape amongst chalk drawings big and small, childish and masterful. there are cartoonish doodles of cacti, drawings of eyes, large, unwieldy birds and open books with fanciful, mythical creatures popping out of its pages. general outlines of gowns, chalk sketches of hands, shaded in, abstract pieces of shapes and lines that stretch as far as the eye can see.
it's only nine in the morning, and the streets are already filled with drawings. on a fairly blank patch of concrete, surrounded by the city proper, the culprit is hunkered down diligently, doodling small, cartoon kittens with large eyes and whiskers that end in flowers.
on your approach, his chalk breaks, little pieces glancing off the sidewalk.]
( text: filter -- Yuuta )
( text: filter -- Ryoma )
mass text. | action for goldenrod.
Jul. 18th, 2011 09:09 pm[mass text // unfiltered]
I have an itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka-dot bikini ♥
[action]
[there are bubbles in the streets.
if you're out and about Goldenrod today, you might note a certain brown-haired boy sitting on a bench this fine afternoon. well, not so much sitting as he is perched on the back of the wooden bench with his feet on the seat, because this is Fuji and he doesn't particularly feel like sitting the same way normal people do.
he has a bubble blower and a bottle of bubble juice, and every once in a while, he populates the street with a stream of little rainbow-tinted baubles that are scattered about by the gentle breeze.
if you're nearby, he'll give you a charming grin and a trail of bubbles that mark your passing.]
[ooc: original credit goes to vanillafire for the idea!]
I have an itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka-dot bikini ♥
[action]
[there are bubbles in the streets.
if you're out and about Goldenrod today, you might note a certain brown-haired boy sitting on a bench this fine afternoon. well, not so much sitting as he is perched on the back of the wooden bench with his feet on the seat, because this is Fuji and he doesn't particularly feel like sitting the same way normal people do.
he has a bubble blower and a bottle of bubble juice, and every once in a while, he populates the street with a stream of little rainbow-tinted baubles that are scattered about by the gentle breeze.
if you're nearby, he'll give you a charming grin and a trail of bubbles that mark your passing.]
[ooc: original credit goes to vanillafire for the idea!]
video. | action for violet.
Jul. 4th, 2011 09:38 pm[welp, when the video flickers on, you get a Fuji. and this time, even those that wouldn't know him particularly well can see that he is in a terrific mood. tired, but still very much happy. (protip: his younger brother's arrival may or may not have happened this week, though surely that has nothing to do with it--)
there is a Raichu in his lap, and he is fiddling with the pokemon's ears. every once in a while, the Raichu makes a grumping sort of sound, but remains obediently seated, tail swishing to the side.
when he speaks, it's thoughtful.]
He's got sort of a button nose, doesn't he? [he pokes at the Raichu's nose, as if to demonstrate, and the pokemon twitches, making a huffy sort of sound.] I've heard that the way the nose is shaped affects how nicely a pair of glasses can sit over it, really, but I don't think I've ever had much first-hand experience with it. Can anyone confirm or deny this?
[but if facial-shape is hereditary, does it mean that his own facial shape might be suited for glasses? he doesn't like to think about it. a look of consideration--] But with the way his Thunder falls, I think I could justify Berlin here getting a pair. Maybe he'll look less grouchy with a pair of Raichu-sized glasses.
[the Raichu evidently disagrees, making a noise of disapproval. Fuji only laughs.]
Ah, by the way--
[and here, he pulls a glass of water on-screen.
the water touches the half-way mark, innocuous. Fuji peers into the screen, thoughtful.]
Well? Half-full, or half-empty?
there is a Raichu in his lap, and he is fiddling with the pokemon's ears. every once in a while, the Raichu makes a grumping sort of sound, but remains obediently seated, tail swishing to the side.
when he speaks, it's thoughtful.]
He's got sort of a button nose, doesn't he? [he pokes at the Raichu's nose, as if to demonstrate, and the pokemon twitches, making a huffy sort of sound.] I've heard that the way the nose is shaped affects how nicely a pair of glasses can sit over it, really, but I don't think I've ever had much first-hand experience with it. Can anyone confirm or deny this?
[but if facial-shape is hereditary, does it mean that his own facial shape might be suited for glasses? he doesn't like to think about it. a look of consideration--] But with the way his Thunder falls, I think I could justify Berlin here getting a pair. Maybe he'll look less grouchy with a pair of Raichu-sized glasses.
[the Raichu evidently disagrees, making a noise of disapproval. Fuji only laughs.]
Ah, by the way--
[and here, he pulls a glass of water on-screen.
the water touches the half-way mark, innocuous. Fuji peers into the screen, thoughtful.]
Well? Half-full, or half-empty?
video. | action for cianwood.
Jun. 23rd, 2011 11:06 pm[when the video flickers on, you get a lovely image of a Fuji smiling lightly into the camera. for those of you who actually know him well -- the number of which you can possibly count on one hand and still have plenty of fingers left over -- you'll see that he's just a tad more tired than usual. a bit weary. still entirely cheerful, though.
though it doesn't take someone who knows him well to notice the large, red, hand-sized imprint on the right side of his face.
he rubs at the print absently before addressing the camera cheerily.]
Well, I suppose that didn't work out all-too well. But it could've gone worse, all things considered. Maybe I should feel fairly lucky that she didn't end up aiming for anywhere else.
Ah-- I did have a point to this. [a wry glance off-camera here] Mm, for anyone in Goldenrod, would it be too much to ask if one of you kind, thoughtful Samaritan types could send over a riding saddle? [laughingly--] I'd also add in a riding crop to that request, but I think that might be a little too risqué at the moment.
You'll be compensated for your trouble, of course. It's a bit of a short notice, but I think this might help with the current situation. [and here, a thoughtful hum] I'm not sure if I feel up for a whole collection of these welts -- red's really not my colour, is it.
[a pause, here, distracted, and he laughs, a little.] But it's true that Cianwood is the land of the beaches and sunshine, huh. It's a shame that we can't stay here for a bit longer.
[and on that absent note, he nods to the video, and it cuts.]
[action]
[here you have the classic rendition of a Fuji in a tree, glancing up at the sky with an exasperated expression on his face. note that he is currently shoeless, and looks to be socks-less as well, for that matter. the red welt is still there on his face, along with another one on his forearm -- he's nursing the former absently.
clearly he is quite approachable.]
( filtered to Niou // text )
( filtered to Yagyuu // text )
though it doesn't take someone who knows him well to notice the large, red, hand-sized imprint on the right side of his face.
he rubs at the print absently before addressing the camera cheerily.]
Well, I suppose that didn't work out all-too well. But it could've gone worse, all things considered. Maybe I should feel fairly lucky that she didn't end up aiming for anywhere else.
Ah-- I did have a point to this. [a wry glance off-camera here] Mm, for anyone in Goldenrod, would it be too much to ask if one of you kind, thoughtful Samaritan types could send over a riding saddle? [laughingly--] I'd also add in a riding crop to that request, but I think that might be a little too risqué at the moment.
You'll be compensated for your trouble, of course. It's a bit of a short notice, but I think this might help with the current situation. [and here, a thoughtful hum] I'm not sure if I feel up for a whole collection of these welts -- red's really not my colour, is it.
[a pause, here, distracted, and he laughs, a little.] But it's true that Cianwood is the land of the beaches and sunshine, huh. It's a shame that we can't stay here for a bit longer.
[and on that absent note, he nods to the video, and it cuts.]
[action]
[here you have the classic rendition of a Fuji in a tree, glancing up at the sky with an exasperated expression on his face. note that he is currently shoeless, and looks to be socks-less as well, for that matter. the red welt is still there on his face, along with another one on his forearm -- he's nursing the former absently.
clearly he is quite approachable.]
( filtered to Niou // text )
( filtered to Yagyuu // text )
video. | action for ecruteak.
Jun. 10th, 2011 12:09 pm['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.
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.
video. | action for cherrygrove.
Apr. 25th, 2011 09:45 pmFive-hundred-and-one million, six-hundred-twenty-two thousand, seven-hundred-thirty-one...
[When the video feed flickers on, you get a nice view of the starry night sky stretching endlessly above. His voice filters through whimsically like something distant and far away.]
There's Andromeda to the north, Libra... Vulpecula, and maybe Orion's to the left, hidden away in the corner. [a chuckle, slightly regretful] Mm, I'm just kidding. I don't recognize any of the constellations here. And even if I did, I'll willing to bet that their names are probably somewhat different than the way I remember them.
Teddiursa Minor, maybe, or The Great Victreebel.
[He laughs, airy.] The stars here are still pretty, albeit nameless.
[The video screen dips downwards and inwards, illuminating a brown-haired boy, lightly smiling. There's an egg cradled in his lap. And wherever he's sitting, it's high above the ground, for the treeline is right there behind him, their tips caressing the sky.]
You know, it's a little strange that it takes a week-long coma and a very vivid dream to realize how nameless everything is here. [A pause, pensive. And almost to himself--] And it was a very, very vivid dream. I don't think I realized how vivid it was, until it came true.
[Breeze in the background, and he looks up, distracted. When he turns back, he's smiling again, wider than before, which probably means he's just that much more melancholy.]
Has anyone here had any happy dreams since coming here?
( action )
[When the video feed flickers on, you get a nice view of the starry night sky stretching endlessly above. His voice filters through whimsically like something distant and far away.]
There's Andromeda to the north, Libra... Vulpecula, and maybe Orion's to the left, hidden away in the corner. [a chuckle, slightly regretful] Mm, I'm just kidding. I don't recognize any of the constellations here. And even if I did, I'll willing to bet that their names are probably somewhat different than the way I remember them.
Teddiursa Minor, maybe, or The Great Victreebel.
[He laughs, airy.] The stars here are still pretty, albeit nameless.
[The video screen dips downwards and inwards, illuminating a brown-haired boy, lightly smiling. There's an egg cradled in his lap. And wherever he's sitting, it's high above the ground, for the treeline is right there behind him, their tips caressing the sky.]
You know, it's a little strange that it takes a week-long coma and a very vivid dream to realize how nameless everything is here. [A pause, pensive. And almost to himself--] And it was a very, very vivid dream. I don't think I realized how vivid it was, until it came true.
[Breeze in the background, and he looks up, distracted. When he turns back, he's smiling again, wider than before, which probably means he's just that much more melancholy.]
Has anyone here had any happy dreams since coming here?
( action )
video. | action for goldenrod.
Mar. 11th, 2011 12:32 pm[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' )
( Filtered to Yukimura )
-- 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?
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