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route_10652015-02-02 11:33 pm
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Let the love tear us apart - I've found the cure for a broken heart!
Who: Tsukiyama, also possibly you if you are in the Goldenrod area and feel like running into him, because open logs are fun like that!
Where: Goldenrod City
When: February 3, afternoon
Summary: Tsukiyama has finally left the house of his own volition, he's got a sparklefox who can use illusions, and clearly nothing stupid can come of this setup.
Rating: PG as hell! Maybe PG-13 for language. So like 1980s Edgy PG or something.
Log:
It's been almost a solid month since Tsukiyama decided that life was categorically terrible and that this problem could only be solved with copious usage of a fainting couch and making everyone in the immediate vicinity indulge him in his despair; however, if one were to run into him on the streets of Goldenrod today, it'd hardly be noticeable at all. He seems relaxed today, and the smiles he's offering are easy; he's perhaps a bit less immediately talkative than usual without some light prompting, but even that seems to be less through sheer negativity and more through just...being off up in his head. Daydreaming, maybe, though it's more likely that he's just taking in everything about his surroundings – the sharp taste of the cold and the glint of the patches of ice on the sidewalk, the warmth of the businesses as their doors open onto the street and the length of the legs on that girl that just passed him by, because old habits die rather hard and her scent was nice as she passed, if he does say so himself.
But then, no one asked him.
His wardrobe is a lot less subdued than it has been lately, which is either a good or a bad thing, depending on whom you ask; at the very least he has the common sense to be wearing a long-sleeved version of that shirt, but that doesn't change the fact that yes, the darts on that vest are actually awkwardly-placed zippers, and yes, those pants are contributing to the sheer wrongness of the world that he supposed to be combating. He's also got what looks like a black messenger bag slung over his body, the strap crossing over his chest and the actual bag settled against his hip; it looks weighted down by something fairly heavy, but he doesn't seem bothered by that in the least, and once in a while – if he pauses for long enough while he's wandering around – it seems the bag is...moving? Whether it's due to his own movement or whatever he's got in there, something is very definitely resettling inside it.
Curious.
Either way, he's in a good mood, and it seems the shops are first on the agenda today –
A. THIS IS A TOTALLY PRODUCTIVE USE OF A POKEMON ABILITY.
...Namely, the department store, which tends to prove to be something of an interesting trainwreck on most days, and it seems that today isn't going to be any less surreal. He manages to find a quiet section of the store, somewhere among all the clothes, and he promptly sets that bag down and kneels next to it, flicking the flap back and opening it, letting out the Pokémon he's been keeping inside, a dark-colored fox with blue markings. He's small for his species, which had been a little annoying when it came to training him for battling, but Tsukiyama's not exactly concerned with that anymore (the damn fox is yet another that has Utterly Failed Him In Combat) and hey, it makes it easier to stuff him in a bag.
That said, however, the fox doesn't seem to mind said bag-stuffing, and he promptly sets about sniffing everything in the immediate vicinity; Tsukiyama just sort of allows it for a while before snapping a couple of times to get his attention.
"Come on, Zacharie, like we practiced."
The Zorua just looks at him for a moment before bouncing a couple of times in place like an excited puppy; after a few moments that are honestly a bit confusing-looking and more than a little sparkly, the illusion Tsukiyama was asking for materializes...
Of course, this is going to be more than a little confusing for anyone who stumbles across them later, given that they'll find Tsukiyama leafing through one of the racks...despite the fact that he is very clearly also standing on the other side of the aisle, wearing something totally different and alternating between clearly trying to copy his doppelganger's stance and confidence, and fidgeting with the sleeves of his outfit and looking...uncharacteristically shy. The shyness is surprisingly not because said outfit is more than a little questionable and his jeans are made of lies; it's what he wanted to wear, and Tsukiyama wasn't going to argue with him on it.
Not like he's going to be wearing that for very long; Tsukiyama eventually pulls something off the rack, showing it to his copy over there.
"Let's try that."
Zacharie tilts his head a bit before there's another rather obnoxious burst of shimmer; once that's done with, his clothes have changed into an exact replica of what Tsukiyama's holding up.
It isn't long before Tsukiyama wrinkles his nose at it. "Non...that's a bit much, actually. Try a dark blue on the vest...?"
...Basically, they can be found doing this for the better part of the day – Zacharie standing around trying to be the best copy of his master a tiny sparklefox can be, Tsukiyama once in a while making the stupidest use of an Illusion ability this side of Unova because if you can't use it to model outfits for yourself without ever having to change your clothes, what is even the point – though Tsukiyama isn't opposed to conversation, should someone want to interrupt him while he's putting together his...um, fashion creations over here.
...Zacharie is a bit less willing to talk for obvious reasons, but you can grab him too when he's between modeling sessions, why not.
B. NO ONE EVER LET THIS MAN BABYSIT.
However, since Tsukiyama's not particularly interested in shopping forever and Zacharie isn't going to have infinite patience for how nitpicky Tsukiyama can be, they can also be found at one of the bookshops near the department store; it's got a café attached to it, and that's where Tsukiyama plans on being for the foreseeable future once late afternoon sets in. Since the reign of pumpkin spice and peppermint everything has passed, as far as the coffee goes he's contenting himself with yuanyang for the time being; he's not entirely sure how he feels about the idea of milk tea in coffee, but the taste is good and he's not drinking it in a hurry anyway, given that he's a bit too engrossed in what he's reading. It's not quite Takatsuki Sen, because absolutely nothing here is, but he's been managing to find people whose writing style meshes with his preferences; he's not sure if that's a good sign or just an indication that he's getting used to this place, but it's something to do, anyway. That said, he's not so involved that he'll say no to anyone wanting to join him.
...Zacharie, in the meantime, isn't too pleased about staying in the bag at Tsukiyama's feet while his master reads – in theory he should be asleep, and he was for a little while, but now he's awake and wandering around the shop, donning Tsukiyama's likeness again. The pants made of lies are back, but again, he won't necessarily be wearing them for very long; don't be surprised if you happen to be anywhere near this particular shop (whether you're inside it or just walking by one of the large windows facing the street) and happen to catch a certain purple-haired gentleman staring very intently at you and wearing an exact copy of your outfit just because Zacharie happened to find you interesting.
...That is, if you're dressed in masculine clothing. He knows better than to put his master in a skirt, since he didn't appreciate it for some reason when Zacharie "tried on" some of Meridiana's cute dresses while wearing his appearance. So! If you're in very obvious feminine clothing, he'll just circumvent the issue by turning into you entirely. Problem-solving!
C. WILDCARD.
...He's out in Goldenrod all day with a shiny Zorua in a messenger bag. If you want to otherwise run into him, go right ahead!
Where: Goldenrod City
When: February 3, afternoon
Summary: Tsukiyama has finally left the house of his own volition, he's got a sparklefox who can use illusions, and clearly nothing stupid can come of this setup.
Rating: PG as hell! Maybe PG-13 for language. So like 1980s Edgy PG or something.
Log:
It's been almost a solid month since Tsukiyama decided that life was categorically terrible and that this problem could only be solved with copious usage of a fainting couch and making everyone in the immediate vicinity indulge him in his despair; however, if one were to run into him on the streets of Goldenrod today, it'd hardly be noticeable at all. He seems relaxed today, and the smiles he's offering are easy; he's perhaps a bit less immediately talkative than usual without some light prompting, but even that seems to be less through sheer negativity and more through just...being off up in his head. Daydreaming, maybe, though it's more likely that he's just taking in everything about his surroundings – the sharp taste of the cold and the glint of the patches of ice on the sidewalk, the warmth of the businesses as their doors open onto the street and the length of the legs on that girl that just passed him by, because old habits die rather hard and her scent was nice as she passed, if he does say so himself.
But then, no one asked him.
His wardrobe is a lot less subdued than it has been lately, which is either a good or a bad thing, depending on whom you ask; at the very least he has the common sense to be wearing a long-sleeved version of that shirt, but that doesn't change the fact that yes, the darts on that vest are actually awkwardly-placed zippers, and yes, those pants are contributing to the sheer wrongness of the world that he supposed to be combating. He's also got what looks like a black messenger bag slung over his body, the strap crossing over his chest and the actual bag settled against his hip; it looks weighted down by something fairly heavy, but he doesn't seem bothered by that in the least, and once in a while – if he pauses for long enough while he's wandering around – it seems the bag is...moving? Whether it's due to his own movement or whatever he's got in there, something is very definitely resettling inside it.
Curious.
Either way, he's in a good mood, and it seems the shops are first on the agenda today –
A. THIS IS A TOTALLY PRODUCTIVE USE OF A POKEMON ABILITY.
...Namely, the department store, which tends to prove to be something of an interesting trainwreck on most days, and it seems that today isn't going to be any less surreal. He manages to find a quiet section of the store, somewhere among all the clothes, and he promptly sets that bag down and kneels next to it, flicking the flap back and opening it, letting out the Pokémon he's been keeping inside, a dark-colored fox with blue markings. He's small for his species, which had been a little annoying when it came to training him for battling, but Tsukiyama's not exactly concerned with that anymore (the damn fox is yet another that has Utterly Failed Him In Combat) and hey, it makes it easier to stuff him in a bag.
That said, however, the fox doesn't seem to mind said bag-stuffing, and he promptly sets about sniffing everything in the immediate vicinity; Tsukiyama just sort of allows it for a while before snapping a couple of times to get his attention.
"Come on, Zacharie, like we practiced."
The Zorua just looks at him for a moment before bouncing a couple of times in place like an excited puppy; after a few moments that are honestly a bit confusing-looking and more than a little sparkly, the illusion Tsukiyama was asking for materializes...
Of course, this is going to be more than a little confusing for anyone who stumbles across them later, given that they'll find Tsukiyama leafing through one of the racks...despite the fact that he is very clearly also standing on the other side of the aisle, wearing something totally different and alternating between clearly trying to copy his doppelganger's stance and confidence, and fidgeting with the sleeves of his outfit and looking...uncharacteristically shy. The shyness is surprisingly not because said outfit is more than a little questionable and his jeans are made of lies; it's what he wanted to wear, and Tsukiyama wasn't going to argue with him on it.
Not like he's going to be wearing that for very long; Tsukiyama eventually pulls something off the rack, showing it to his copy over there.
"Let's try that."
Zacharie tilts his head a bit before there's another rather obnoxious burst of shimmer; once that's done with, his clothes have changed into an exact replica of what Tsukiyama's holding up.
It isn't long before Tsukiyama wrinkles his nose at it. "Non...that's a bit much, actually. Try a dark blue on the vest...?"
...Basically, they can be found doing this for the better part of the day – Zacharie standing around trying to be the best copy of his master a tiny sparklefox can be, Tsukiyama once in a while making the stupidest use of an Illusion ability this side of Unova because if you can't use it to model outfits for yourself without ever having to change your clothes, what is even the point – though Tsukiyama isn't opposed to conversation, should someone want to interrupt him while he's putting together his...um, fashion creations over here.
...Zacharie is a bit less willing to talk for obvious reasons, but you can grab him too when he's between modeling sessions, why not.
B. NO ONE EVER LET THIS MAN BABYSIT.
However, since Tsukiyama's not particularly interested in shopping forever and Zacharie isn't going to have infinite patience for how nitpicky Tsukiyama can be, they can also be found at one of the bookshops near the department store; it's got a café attached to it, and that's where Tsukiyama plans on being for the foreseeable future once late afternoon sets in. Since the reign of pumpkin spice and peppermint everything has passed, as far as the coffee goes he's contenting himself with yuanyang for the time being; he's not entirely sure how he feels about the idea of milk tea in coffee, but the taste is good and he's not drinking it in a hurry anyway, given that he's a bit too engrossed in what he's reading. It's not quite Takatsuki Sen, because absolutely nothing here is, but he's been managing to find people whose writing style meshes with his preferences; he's not sure if that's a good sign or just an indication that he's getting used to this place, but it's something to do, anyway. That said, he's not so involved that he'll say no to anyone wanting to join him.
...Zacharie, in the meantime, isn't too pleased about staying in the bag at Tsukiyama's feet while his master reads – in theory he should be asleep, and he was for a little while, but now he's awake and wandering around the shop, donning Tsukiyama's likeness again. The pants made of lies are back, but again, he won't necessarily be wearing them for very long; don't be surprised if you happen to be anywhere near this particular shop (whether you're inside it or just walking by one of the large windows facing the street) and happen to catch a certain purple-haired gentleman staring very intently at you and wearing an exact copy of your outfit just because Zacharie happened to find you interesting.
...That is, if you're dressed in masculine clothing. He knows better than to put his master in a skirt, since he didn't appreciate it for some reason when Zacharie "tried on" some of Meridiana's cute dresses while wearing his appearance. So! If you're in very obvious feminine clothing, he'll just circumvent the issue by turning into you entirely. Problem-solving!
C. WILDCARD.
...He's out in Goldenrod all day with a shiny Zorua in a messenger bag. If you want to otherwise run into him, go right ahead!
A
It appears the latter is what she's up to today; though she's got a little basket for herself, there isn't much in it, and she's more just wandering around absently looking at things (and also looking hella cute even if the olive drab doesn't quite work on her as a color) than she is really determined to find anything.
...It also doesn't help that there's a really catchy song playing in the background of this store, and that's going a long way toward distracting her enough to bounce right along with its melody while she shops.
All things considered, she's probably passing through the men's section on her way to a different part of the store, and this was simply the shortest route; the fact that she's going at it relatively quickly is why at first she almost doesn't recognize that she's passed Mr. Tsukiyama standing in an aisle, which is also what makes her stop and do a double-take to see if her glimpse was correct.
...And then she does a triple-take, perfectly timed with the clatter of her basket hitting the floor, because what on earth...?]
Oh...!
[No, really, what in the world...?]
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...Ah, Miss Everett -
[...and then there's Zacharie, who is looking very excited to see her because oh god
oh god it's the person with the cute dresses
you are one of his favorite people
i mean his master is his favorite person because yeah but you wear cute things
so he will just be approaching with absolutely no shame and kind of headtilting at the thing you have on today
don't mind him
apparently some version of mr tsukiyama just really likes your dress today]
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Look, she's not at "gonna faint right here in this aisle" levels of startled at this point, thankfully, but she's so damn confused right now it's unreal.
...
Also there is no way of putting this gently but she looks way better in that dress than you do, Zacharie.]
M-Mister...?
[SHE ALSO DOESN'T KNOW WHO TO LOOK AT WHEN ADDRESSING THAT TO ONE OF THEM so she is just going to...look rapidly back and forth between them so quickly that she looks like she might hurt herself.]
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[It's a bit difficult to tell whether he's referring to the SUDDENLY, DRESS or the fact that he's getting all up in Miss Everett's business; that said, Zacharie glances back at him before backing up a bit, and as an afterthought decides that maybe the pants are a good idea again right now, so just...let him...fix that...
...Back to standing around looking a bit awkward then.
Tsukiyama just kind of gives him a Look, as though making sure there isn't going to be anything else adding to Meridiana's utter sense of "oh god why", though his tone doesn't seem angry, at least.]
Miss Everett. I don't think I've introduced you to Zacharie, have I...?
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There are two Mr. Tsukiyamas, evidently, and the one not in the dress (well, now the horrendously ugly pants) is also the one that sounds like him; moreover, it's the one who seems to be in charge of things, which in her experience is very like Mr. Tsukiyama.
That leaves the other one, "Zacharie", and her first inclination is that it must be some kind of acquaintance —
Except that then, god bless her, two and two add up to four and all of a sudden she thinks she's got a reasonably educated guess about what's going on here.]
Is...is that a Pokemon of yours, Mr. Tsukiyama? Doing...that?
[...Maybe.]
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[...Tsukiyama, for god's sake.]
He's able to copy the appearances of others; he's very good at it, actually.
[And that seems to have gotten Zacharie's attention, in a very open, simple sort of way; his master thinks he does good. c: ]
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[Well, that clears everything up nicely, and with things set to rights, she wastes no time in retrieving her basket and brightening up out of her bewilderment, like rays of sun breaking from behind a cloud cover.]
Why, I should say he is! Goodness, I hadn't the slightest idea there was any difference between the two of you — it's small wonder I was so startled!
[PRAISE \o/ ]
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He's been out helping me today; I've been training him to change his appearance selectively, rather than everything all at once, and the result is...well, the business with your clothes earlier. He does it when he finds things interesting - Zacharie, go find something you like, would you?
[Aaaaand off he goes among the clothing racks; so many outfits...
The likeness really is striking, though, even if there are obvious differences if one watches long enough; Zacharie's movements tend to be twitchier, with a strange animalistic quality to them - a lot of headtilting, a lot of pointless fluttering and tensing as his hands go, a lot of open staring and...not nearly enough blinking.]
Startling aside, I imagine your day has been well?
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[That settled, she's doing a bit of fiddling herself; that basket keeps shifting from hand to hand, and then to her elbow, and then back out again, like she can't precisely decide what she wants to do with it.]
And it's been very pleasant, thank you. I've been...um. W-Well, it's just...I...like to come here, and look at things, sometimes. The...sorts of things we didn't have, in London.
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Ah, and how have you been finding it?
[Are we having a good technology day, or are we mad at the Kleenex again?]
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Has...learning to cook really gone so far out of fashion that people really need a separate complicated device all for the sake of cracking open an egg?
[Guess who found the As Seen On TV aisle today.]
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Those...
[How do you even...describe that entire aisle...]
They're more novelties than anything else, I think.
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[But then she kind of trails off, her demeanor going almost sheepish with the coming admission: ]
...Though it's not all so befuddling. The no-hands mixing...er, gadget — seemed very practical, and I'm sure it saves all sorts of time with the baking, as well.
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[... :|a ]
The men's clothing seems of good quality, and most serviceable.
[SHE TRIED]