Shū Tsukiyama (月山 習) | ɢᴏᴜʀᴍᴇᴛ (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
preybeforemeals) wrote2014-09-22 04:09 am
preybeforemeals) wrote2014-09-22 04:09 am
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- *action,
- *video,
- @dist the rose,
- @emmy altava,
- @greed,
- @kayneth archibald el-melloi,
- @meridiana everett,
- @naki,
- @rin okumura,
- and so no one should criticize me,
- bananamom now is not the time,
- ganbatte tsukiyama-san,
- gentleman of wealth and taste,
- he deserves every bit of this,
- he is so mad,
- his goddamn life right now,
- i don't think you tried at all,
- jfc he's an eyesore,
- look at all this manpain,
- next pokemon master right here,
- so chipper he's gonna die,
- someone stop him,
- surely this bodes well,
- this is going swimmingly,
- this is gonna go immediately tits-up,
- tsukiyama no,
- vague questions are the best questions,
- why is this a thing,
- winning
001. [Action for New Bark/Video]
[ACTION]
[It would be very, very easy to have some sort of meltdown over this.
Really, if anything he'd think it would be warranted; he's not supposed to be here, he has no clue who this woman was earlier but she most definitely is not his mother, and the fact that she'd responded to his questioning by trying to sit him down and make him lunch (which he had immediately refused, but he had accepted the coffee, and she made startlingly good coffee) had done exactly nothing to assuage the sense that something is horrifically wrong here. However, it seemed that the field in which Mom grows her fucks is utterly barren, and he'd ended up locked outside before too long.
At least she'd let him keep the coffee.
So there was that, and there had been a brief moment of rage at the door before he'd settled himself, running his free hand back through his hair and muttering something under his breath; come on, Tsukiyama, you've handled worse than this. Calm down. Don't react to it. Be cool.
The rest of the day had been given to the locals; they were surprisingly helpful if you asked the right questions, even if what they'd told him had been completely inane. They seemed rather interested in assisting him in preparing for this...journey he was supposed to be on, even if no one really knew why he was supposed to be on it; asking about that had just gotten a lot of "well, that's just what we do."
It seemed this place was a little backwards.
So. Panicking was going to get him nowhere, this journey would presumably get him...somewhere, logically there was really only one thing to do with that knowledge.
Late afternoon would find him sitting on a low wall outside of one of the incredibly few buildings in town; he's got the bag he'd received from Mom sitting at his feet, and he has the Trainer Handbook out across his lap. He's a bit hard to miss given his, uh, attire, but he seems to have pulled a pen from somewhere and he's apparently contenting himself with making notes in the margins of that book he's going through.
Sure, he's gripping that pen a bit too hard and those notes are getting downright ugly with the force with which he's writing them, but he's perfectly fine, thank you very much. One of the few respectable people to arrive today, from the look of it. Totally calm. Completely calm. He's fine.
...yeahno he's wound tightly enough to jump approximately half a mile if he's approached, but at least he's putting an effort in.]
[VIDEO]
[Some time that evening, however, he actually finds the general coherency required to address the network; it takes him a while to work out whether he really wants to attach his physical appearance to the message - old habits die hard, after all, and he runs in several societal circles where keeping your appearance to yourself is literally a matter of whether you're fond of staying alive or not - but after a while...well, if there's someone else here that he actually wants to know about, this would probably be the fastest way to get their attention. So. Video it is.]
Ah, hello there! It's a pleasure to meet you all, even if it's not in person - it seems that several of us are in the same...distressing situation. I mean, the locals don't seem very fazed by it, they were very kind to me, but I still found it a bit unsettling that they don't seem bothered by what looks like a mass kidnapping to me. Am I to understand that this is just a misunderstanding, or...?
[...]
...But we don't have to discuss that if you don't want to! I'd just like to hear a bit more about the other people who have found themselves here. It's been a very long day, you see, and I'd like having someone to talk to; I'd ask if any of my friends are here, but I'm positive they would have contacted me already if they were.
[ugh, he can only handle doing so much more of this chirpy bullshit before he makes himself positively sick; normally it's not a problem at all, but given the circumstances he is really not here for this today -
He glances offscreen somewhere before he continues speaking; he doesn't seem to be focusing on anything in particular, it seems he's just trying to find something to look at.]
So tell me about yourselves, if you don't mind! Where you came from, what sorts of things you can do there. I've heard that some people have gone through some charming transformations lately...is that something we're supposed to blindly accept as well...?
I've heard some interesting stories, and read many more; this place is almost like a storybook itself, really. But it's just poor writing to expect this much suspension of disbelief from one's audience, captive or not.
[It would be very, very easy to have some sort of meltdown over this.
Really, if anything he'd think it would be warranted; he's not supposed to be here, he has no clue who this woman was earlier but she most definitely is not his mother, and the fact that she'd responded to his questioning by trying to sit him down and make him lunch (which he had immediately refused, but he had accepted the coffee, and she made startlingly good coffee) had done exactly nothing to assuage the sense that something is horrifically wrong here. However, it seemed that the field in which Mom grows her fucks is utterly barren, and he'd ended up locked outside before too long.
At least she'd let him keep the coffee.
So there was that, and there had been a brief moment of rage at the door before he'd settled himself, running his free hand back through his hair and muttering something under his breath; come on, Tsukiyama, you've handled worse than this. Calm down. Don't react to it. Be cool.
The rest of the day had been given to the locals; they were surprisingly helpful if you asked the right questions, even if what they'd told him had been completely inane. They seemed rather interested in assisting him in preparing for this...journey he was supposed to be on, even if no one really knew why he was supposed to be on it; asking about that had just gotten a lot of "well, that's just what we do."
It seemed this place was a little backwards.
So. Panicking was going to get him nowhere, this journey would presumably get him...somewhere, logically there was really only one thing to do with that knowledge.
Late afternoon would find him sitting on a low wall outside of one of the incredibly few buildings in town; he's got the bag he'd received from Mom sitting at his feet, and he has the Trainer Handbook out across his lap. He's a bit hard to miss given his, uh, attire, but he seems to have pulled a pen from somewhere and he's apparently contenting himself with making notes in the margins of that book he's going through.
Sure, he's gripping that pen a bit too hard and those notes are getting downright ugly with the force with which he's writing them, but he's perfectly fine, thank you very much. One of the few respectable people to arrive today, from the look of it. Totally calm. Completely calm. He's fine.
...yeahno he's wound tightly enough to jump approximately half a mile if he's approached, but at least he's putting an effort in.]
[VIDEO]
[Some time that evening, however, he actually finds the general coherency required to address the network; it takes him a while to work out whether he really wants to attach his physical appearance to the message - old habits die hard, after all, and he runs in several societal circles where keeping your appearance to yourself is literally a matter of whether you're fond of staying alive or not - but after a while...well, if there's someone else here that he actually wants to know about, this would probably be the fastest way to get their attention. So. Video it is.]
Ah, hello there! It's a pleasure to meet you all, even if it's not in person - it seems that several of us are in the same...distressing situation. I mean, the locals don't seem very fazed by it, they were very kind to me, but I still found it a bit unsettling that they don't seem bothered by what looks like a mass kidnapping to me. Am I to understand that this is just a misunderstanding, or...?
[...]
...But we don't have to discuss that if you don't want to! I'd just like to hear a bit more about the other people who have found themselves here. It's been a very long day, you see, and I'd like having someone to talk to; I'd ask if any of my friends are here, but I'm positive they would have contacted me already if they were.
[ugh, he can only handle doing so much more of this chirpy bullshit before he makes himself positively sick; normally it's not a problem at all, but given the circumstances he is really not here for this today -
He glances offscreen somewhere before he continues speaking; he doesn't seem to be focusing on anything in particular, it seems he's just trying to find something to look at.]
So tell me about yourselves, if you don't mind! Where you came from, what sorts of things you can do there. I've heard that some people have gone through some charming transformations lately...is that something we're supposed to blindly accept as well...?
I've heard some interesting stories, and read many more; this place is almost like a storybook itself, really. But it's just poor writing to expect this much suspension of disbelief from one's audience, captive or not.
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Excellent, then! The terrain isn't very challenging; it's more the whole...well, camping thing that tends to turn people off. I'm glad to hear you're taking it as a challenge, however! That's the spirit!
[Stiff upper lip, and all that!!]
Well, if that's all sorted, I should get into the really meaty subject - Pokemon! I don't suppose you happen to have one of these handy, do you?
[And she'll hold up a red and white ball with a button on the front, i.e. a Pokeball.]
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[AND IT WENT RIGHT BACK IN THE BALL AS SOON AS HE SAW THE THING.]
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Have you pushed the button on the front? Here, I'll show you-
[And she'll do that to her ball! In a flash of light, an...adorable puppy appears in Emmy's arms, wagging her tail furiously. You totally got an adorable puppy too, right?]
See? This is a Pokemon! This species is called 'Lillipup'.
[...
...you know...]
...this is just a guess, but...you've already seen what's inside your Pokeball, haven't you?
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It's not nearly as charming as yours, let's put it that way.
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...that 'hmm-ing' will be accompanied by an appropriate thinking pose, too.]
Could you show it to me? I might be able to give you some information, if I recognize the species. Alternatively, you can just describe it, if you'd prefer that!
[...seriously what on earth have you got in there]
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[Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand after a brief moment and the most flamboyant gesture in the history of anything in calling that thing out - no, seriously, Professor Sycamore called and he wants his throw back - the three-metre venomous knifetailed anaconda is go.
God, she looks so happy with herself, what the hell.]
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[Don't mind her, she's just...jumping back a bit because snake, good lord-]
That's a Seviper! Oh goodness, that's a heck of a starter Pokemon! You must have been terrified when you first saw it!
[It's a bit more intense than Lillipup, anyway.]
I mean, since it's your Pokemon, you don't really have any reason to be afraid of it, but still! I certainly would have been startled!
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[She is also kind of coiling up in the general vicinity of his legs and offering the closest thing to a :3 expression a snake can manage; she's probably going to start trying to check out the 'Gear if he doesn't stop her.]
Ah, but she reminds me of certain things from home, so while she wouldn't be my first choice, she's not...completely inappropriate.
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what the hell kind of snakes do you have in Tokyo-]
Ah, I see...! Well, she looks friendly enough! Really, she'll be an excellent Pokemon to have while you're getting your feet on the Routes, since she'll keep the wild Pokemon at bay.
[...ooh, she should probably mention that-]
I should mention the wild Pokemon! Since they're roughly akin to animals, Pokemon live in the wild. You can find all sorts of species, but they shouldn't bother you too much if you don't want them to. You can also catch them, if you like!
[...]
Oh goodness, there's so much to learn! Sorry if this is all happening a bit quickly!
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That said, however, he just smiles a bit, holding up that Trainer's Handbook he's been taking notes in; they're kind of all over the margins, as it seems he's got a lot of thoughts on the matter.]
Don't worry, dolcezza, I've been catching up. I appreciate all you're doing, though - it's good to have all of this confirmed by someone who's been here for...
Ah, how long have you been here, exactly?
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Excellent! I'm so glad to see you're doing your research! You'd be amazed how many people just run off towards Cherrygrove without even taking the time to read the instructions!
[Not that she was one of those, back in the day!
...no really, she did read the book...
...whilst running towards Cherrygrove, but that's neither here nor there...]
And it's funny you ask; I spent two years here, previously, but I've actually only just arrived back! For some reason, I was returned home, with no memories of Johto, but once I woke up here again, everything that had happened here returned to me...frankly, it was bizarre. Fortunately, however, even though I spent two years in Johto, no time had passed back in London. It was quite the relief!
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Time doesn't pass at all...?
[Just...let him mull that over for a moment.]
So our time here is of no consequence back home - what we do here doesn't matter. I don't mean that in a negative way, mind, but...we won't remember anything and we'll be put back exactly where we were? Is that really the case?
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I believe so, yes. I can still remember how it felt, waking up after spending two years, here...nothing was odd. It was just another morning, and everything my life was how it should be. I didn't feel strange, or that anything was missing, and I wasn't any older. I also had no memories of ever being here. It was like things just...reset themselves.
That's why I'm not too worried about being here again. In a way, I need it. So don't you go stressing about anyone at home! When Johto decides it's time for you to head back, you won't be missing anything, and I can proudly say that from experience!
[...oh, also!]
Ah, how rude of me; I haven't even introduced myself! My name is Emmy. Emmy Altava!
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I'm glad I've been able to help you, Mr Tsukiyama-oh! Wait, no, you use...what were they called...ah! Honorifics! You use those in Japan, don't you? So...Tsukiyama-san, then!
[...she may be cheating because that's the one you used for her, so...hopefully it's appropriate!]
And really, it's no trouble. I know how scary it can be to arrive here, especially when you've got important things going on back home! If you have any other questions, feel free to ask - or you can always send me a message, later!
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Use whatever you'd like; if you're more comfortable with the title than the honorific, I don't mind at all.
But when it comes to sending messages, I may have to take you up on that - not just for information, but because you seem to be rather lovely company. Assuming you don't mind, that is.
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Is he...flirting with her?? Goodness, it's been a while since she's engaged in that sort of thing...
...well, at least he's far more charming than that annoying toy stall owner in Monte D'Or...
...why not!]
Oh! Well, of course I wouldn't mind! I'm always up for a chat, about Pokemon or otherwise!
[Besides, it'll be good to make another friend, at least. Maybe being here in Johto really is good for her.]
You'll have to keep me posted about your progress! The next city you're going to reach is called Cherrygrove, and it's really lovely - and far bigger than New Bark Town!
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[It's like three streets and a wall.]
I'll let you know what I think of it, Altava-san.
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[...old habits die hard.]
We'll have to meet up for tea, some time!
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Au revoir, and have a good evening~
[and once again, god bless you, tiny useful thing.]