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route_10652015-02-02 11:33 pm
preybeforemeals) wrote in 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!
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Thankfully, Jimmy has enough tact not to try and let the giant fire moth who was tailing him into the establishment, so she returns to her ball for the time being when he goes in. Instead, a stout Herdier trots at his heels, pausing every now and then to sniff things as they walk by, or look up at a stranger with a friendly wag of his tail.
Jimmy eventually wanders his way to the area of the bookstore where Zacharie is, and he might be interested to note that Jimmy is wearing a rather ...interesting jacket, to be sure. But in all it's eye-searing brightness, it is warm, and that's the most important thing. Jimmy would be lying if he said he didn't love it, though.
It isn't long before he spots Zacharie watching him intently out of the corner of his eye, prompting him to look over with a smile.]
Oh- sorry! I'm not in your way or anything, am I?
[He asks as he steps to the side a bit from the bookshelf he'd been looking through.]
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That said, Zacharie seems to notice the Herdier before he does the trainer; other Pokémon do tend to get his attention first, though he's used to others just kind of wandering around the house and so he's not one to assume it's a battle situation immediately. So he gives the Herdier a glance-over before moving on with his life, pretending to study the bookshelves like he knows what he's looking for, but then the burst of color catches his attention and...oh.
Oh, hello there. You're interesting.
He'll just be kind of...wandering over and trying to look nonchalant despite the fact that he's staring way too much and blinking nowhere near enough, and he startles a little when Jimmy looks over at him, eyes widening a bit.
But then the guy moves and he gets a good look at that coat, and he brightens a bit; that is a very pretty coat, actually, do you mind if he borrows it for a bit?
Surely you don't - he'll just be stepping out from the aisle he's in once he's got it worked out, and clearly he seems interested in saying hello and oh god that jacket clashes so badly with his hair, who thought this was a good idea, who lets this man dress himself.]
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Jimmy's smile falters when Zacharie steps out wearing the exact same coat that he is, one that clashes so badly with his hair that it's enough to make your eyes hurt a little if you look too hard. But the surprise only lasts for a moment as his smile returns wider than before.]
Hey! You're wearing the same jacket as me!
[He points a little at him before putting his hand on his hip, tilting his head at Zacharie slightly.]
My friend Rose bought me this one. I guess you musta gotten yours from the same place she did?
[Clearly it's...not dawning on Jimmy that anything is really amiss, here. Obviously this man just managed to wear the exact same jacket as him today, no big deal.]
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Same jacket? Same jacket. Same jacket!
...And then Jimmy's talking about roses and Zacharie is admittedly not too sure how flowers = jacket in any way (and thankfully Zacharie has never met Kanae, who would probably totally insist that "talking about roses" can somehow equal out to "I got this jacket", but that is neither here nor there) but the fact remains that he isn't too sure how to answer the question. He seems to visibly falter for a moment - you can practically see the gears turning - before he shakes his head. N...o, he didn't get it from there, technically.]
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[Because the concept of the same brand of clothing being sold in two different stores is completely lost on you, Jimmy. It's not like you actually wear anything but the same few pairs of clothes anyway, being that shopping isn't really a thing you do so much.
But he just shrugs and seems content to leave it there, nodding toward Zacharie again.]
Well, it's a cool jacket anyways, isn't it? You look awesome in it, too!
[God have mercy.]
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Good lord, he's practically vibrating over here, hang on.
He makes another one of those fluttering pointing motions again, though, before mouthing a couple of words at him.
You too!]
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[It's a good thing we both are wearing the same thing and realize we both look
exceptionally...brightawesome because guess what we sure do.But after a moment Jimmy seems to pause as he gets a better look at the man standing there. Then, something dawns on him.]
Say...I've talked to you before, haven't I? You look familiar, but I don't think I ever got your name.
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So he shakes his head again after a moment...slow...ly...before something seems to occur to him and he brightens a bit.
The shift is more than a little shimmery, but after a moment the bright-colored jacket and the pants made of lies are gone, replaced with a white longsleeved shirt that's a bit too loose on him and a black open vest, as well as pants that are the most obnoxiously-patterned plaid that the world has ever seen. It's the same outfit his master'd had on over the network when that one odd broadcast had gone out and he seemed more interested in picking fights with everyone than actually having a conversation.
Zacharie still looks a bit lost, but he offers a bit of a questioning gesture afterwards. You...remember this sort of thing, right?]
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...how did.
...
how...]
Wh-? How did you...?
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He shakes his head, quickly smiling again and nodding.]
Oh yeaah...I remember now! Yeah, that was you alright.
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He just sort of smiles at that, the expression a bit...simple, before he jerks his head in the general direction of the café and starts backing toward it a bit.
Come on, let's go, we're going this way.]
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But fortunately today is not that day; once the café comes more into view, Zacharie turns around to look, and after a moment he offers another one of those weird fluttery pointing motions again, this time toward his master - who's still sitting there reading, either unaware that Zacharie's wandered off or not particularly concerned that he has.]
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When Jimmy spots Tsukiyama sitting there it confirms his suspicions, and he has to pause before saying anything to stifle a laugh as he walks over with Zacharie.]
Excuse me! Sir?
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[It takes Tsukiyama a moment to look up, and another moment still to register exactly what he's looking at - first of all, there's the notion that Zacharie is there and secondly there's the fact that he's changed his clothes again, and then there's the matter of the guy he's with and...
Sir, you were supposed to be asleep.
That said, he shakes it off easily enough, and it isn't long before he smiles.]
Ah...he's been making friends all day, it seems. Hopefully he isn't troubling you?
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[He looks over at Zacharie with a grin as he says that, tugging the zipper of his jacket down a bit.]
He's got good taste in clothes, I'll give him that!
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He's rather fond of bright colors; he'll often copy things he sees if he thinks they're interesting enough.
Consider it a compliment, if he borrowed yours.
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[And that friend just really seemed to know Jimmy because...he really loves this eye-searing thing.]
I didn't introduce myself to you before, so...my name's Jimmy Two-Shoes! It's nice to meet both of you.
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A pleasure to meet you, monsieur.
[SO LET'S JUST NOT CALL YOU ANYTHING. \o/]
Tsukiyama Shuu - and that would be Zacharie.
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Oh sorry! This is Buster!
[And he's just going to trot over and sit expectantly near the leg of your chair while he's introduced, there, looking up with his tongue lolling from his mouth.]
So, do you guys come visit this place often?
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I tend to, yes - I haven't been here in a while, granted, but usually when I'm out I can be found here. It's Zacharie's first time on a proper outing, though.
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I've only been to this place a couple times, but it's nice! I kinda wish I'd visited more often, considering how much I'm in Goldenrod anyway...but I'll just have to remember to come back later.
[Jimmy tips his head to the side as he folds his arms over his chest, turning his attention back to Zacharie.]
Now lemme guess...you're a Zoroark, aren't you?
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Aaaand at that question Zacharie rolls his eyes upwards at that as though thinking; you can practically sense the UMMMMMM... that comes before he grins and shakes his head.]
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[He purses his lips and takes a minute to think, tapping his fingers against his forearm.]
Zorua, then?
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And bouncing in place because HELLO FRIEND.]
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