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1st trick; (video/action for goldenrod base)

[Yeah, losing sucked. Losing sucked ass, especially when it involved watching a guy's miraculously recovered captain getting beaten by some snot-nosed brat. And sure, Niou didn't have anything against snot-nosed brats in the general sense. The one on his tennis team was pretty cute as far as they went — extra gullible, which made his whole determined to the point of stupid schtick endearing instead of just a headache. Niou'd been called one himself plenty of times, and the whole brat thing just meant people weren't smart enough to stop him from doing what he wanted — and as far as he was concerned, that was their problem, not his. But this had been a snot-nosed brat from another team, so he had objections on principle.

Not to mention it sucked even more when he'd gotten snatched right out of the bus on the way home from losing the tournament and woken up to find himself literally in a video game — and cannon fodder for the lame bad guys, at that. He'd have thought it was some a dream or some elaborate joke, except who would bother (besides him), and he'd figured out pretty quickly that he got hungry if he didn't eat and that it hurt if he pinched himself, hoping he'd wake up, that he'd just nodded off against his doubles partner's shoulder.

So, not a dream. Literally stuck in Pokemon Land with no way home. At least being part of a secret evil organization came with a few perks. He didn't have to worry about the usual tropes for the scenario like finding food and somewhere safe to sleep or getting chased by a man-eating monster for comic effect. It wasn't that bad — except for how having to do all the mind-numbing busywork was making him so bored he was actually thinking of the practices where they'd had to run until they puked with something disturbingly like nostalgia. Niou'd kept his head down and played by the rules, hadn't planned to make any waves until he'd figured a little bit more out about Team Rocket. That is, he'd planned to stay out of trouble, but he honestly thought he might die in his sleep just to stop being so bored if he kept being the good, hard-working grunt for one more day.

These idiots thought he'd be happy about suddenly having some drill-camp schedule and regulations and a job? Especially when that job was to go around and do someone else's grunt work because they couldn't be bothered to get off their own asses and do it? It wasn't even like he'd signed up for this the way he had for tennis club. At least with tennis, running suicides until he thought he was actually gonna die and listening to his captain's bitching meant he could play in games. This place, it was all go mop the floors, go run some sketchy as hell game center, go find a toothbrush and scrub your boots and don't even THINK about having fun, and for what?

Nothing, as far as he could tell. Just get more orders and more snooze-worthy things to do and actually be expected to do it if you let them start thinking you were an obedient little errand boy. Yeah, well, he wasn't gonna sit around anymore and play by their stupid rules like some loser. It was their own fault if they couldn't even deal with a little bit of trouble coming from inside the ranks. Sure, Niou could play the thoroughly-cowed Rocket grunt like the best of them, when he wanted to, but that didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun on the side. All he had to do was make sure not to get caught.

For being the headquarters of an evil organization, the base was really way too easy to sneak around. If he ran into someone, he just had to pretend he actually had something important to do and walk a little quickly and no one gave him a second glance. It was pretty convenient that the members were supposed to be up to nefarious deeds, really. When he asked for a few supplies that would've gotten him suspicious stares back home (well, maybe that was just because back home they actually knew him), the poor sap he'd stopped for directions had been only too happy to show him where he could find any number of very useful things. Hell, even the fuzzy fox thing he'd ended up with seemed pretty into the idea of pulling one over on these clowns.

Team Rocket thought they were the biggest baddies around? Whatever, he'd start small. Time to go have a little fun. When he was done, they'd never know what hit them.]

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[The video that shows up on PokeConnect seems off center — or at least the guy in it is, the view tilted like the PokeGear is propped up on something slightly off to his side. He's a lot more interested in whatever he's fiddling with offscreen than addressing the Gear, anyway, and his attention's focused on whatever it is that's out of frame. If anyone happens to be walking by where he's snuck off to in the Goldenrod Rocket HQ this late at night, they'd find him with a fairly impressive array of tools spread out around him as he does... something to one of the public water fountains. Sitting attentively beside him, his Zorua is watching what he's doing with eager interest and perked ears.]

Give me that screwdriver— no, not that one, the other one— yeah.

[It seems like he's addressing the Zorua since she wags her tail and noses the desired screwdriver over to him. Niou takes just enough time to flash her a thumbs up before he gets back to making his adjustments. Absently, he addresses his Gear as he works.]

So, all you people out there trapped with me in Pokemon Land... What's with this place? Are we really stuck here like some bad Saturday morning cartoon where we've gotta go questing for truth, justice, and the way home? Gotta say, I'm really not wanting any lesson of the day crammed down my throat for five seasons.

[He pauses, momentarily distracted by the water fountain. Apparently something's gone right, because now Niou's looking quite pleased with himself. When he speaks again, he turns his head to grin at the Gear, sardonic and a little mocking.]

Come on, not everyone's drunk the Kool-Aid, right? There's gotta be someone who doesn't think this whole getting dropped off at summer Pokemon camp is all totally normal.

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I can imagine. It's likely the same thing mine so frequently say about you.

[AND IN THE ENSUING HALF-HOUR OR SO, YAGYUU OPTS TO STOP FUCKING AROUND AND EXPLAIN A BUNCH OF SHIT ABOUT JOHTO TO NIOU that is summarily not being recorded here because everybody knows it anyway and there are more interesting things to focus on, anyway.

Like the current status of Yagyuu's juvenile delinquency.

Let's rejoin our heroes as they resume being shenanigans, shall we?]

And what makes you think this is a date, Niou-kun?

[That sure was a swell and thorough explanation he just sat through, yep. Totally enlightening about all sorts of useful and really boring because we know them OOC already things! And in the meantime, shenanigans.]

You're paying, aren't ya? [Niou leans back, flutters his eyes a little.] You're not gonna leave your poor, lost, confused partner in a strange world, all alone, to be taken advantage of by older, dangerous men, right?

[Butter wouldn't melt in his mouth, that smile is so innocent.]

Oh, wait.

If there's a man in the world that can take advantage of you, Niou-kun, I'm afraid I'll have to say, "I'll believe it when I see it".

[There, now, with some of the pleasantries at last out of the way, Yagyuu has the freedom to sharpen a little, settling back into familiar routine — and dragging up his usual guard in anticipation of Niou's subsequent needling. That's the game they play, after all. That doesn't change no matter how much time passes.]

And I suppose my reward in return is the pleasure of your company, hm?

What, you want something else? That's harsh, after all this time.

[All this time for Yagyuu, at least, and that's still gonna take a little getting used to. They're settling back into their familiar habits easily enough, though. It doesn't seem like that time is enough to have messed up the easy way they fit together, the way they can read each other and settle into their games without a second thought.

And if Niou's relieved about that, had been a little worried when he'd heard just how long Yagyuu had been here, well, he's not exactly going to let it show. They've got better things to do, much more interesting things to plan.]

I mean, you must've been bored out of your mind without me. What'd you do, run around trying to be the very best, like no one ever was?

I raised up a menagerie, actually. Under the designation I was given, I'm apparently intended to engineer and mass-produce some sort of Pokemon master race.

[Because that is totally what a breeder's job is, right.

And it's at this point that Yagyuu has the misfortune of glancing up and happening to spot the front windows of the cafe, wherein — oh, hell.]

...Ah. And it seems there's some of them now.

[All fifteen of them. In a row. Little noses pressing curiously against the damn glass.

You have got to be kidding.]

What, you're one of those breeders? Who thought it'd be a good idea to try to get you to be all maternal?

[But he does stop trying to figure out who could possibly have been stupid enough to do that long enough to turn and face the window, following Yagyuu's glance and—

Holy shit, that is a lot of really intently staring pokemon. And they're all staring right at him. It is like the eeveelution mafia all up in here. Yeah, after he takes a few seconds to actually count them, Niou turns to Yagyuu with the most incredulous of stares.]

That's "some?" How many do you freaking have?

[So remember Lady looked proud before? Yeah, well, that was nothing in comparison to how downright smug she looks right about now, watching her heart's inspiration and his friend-partner-guy feast their eyes on her progeny (and mother). Damn right she did that. She still reserves the right to kick every last one of them (again, save Aya) in the head when dominance needs to be asserted, too.

The look Yagyuu gives Niou back, on the other hand, is half exasperated and half that of a man resigned to his fate, with possibly a tiny touch of amused pride thrown in.]

Counting Lady? Sixteen. All related, save three, but I believe those three in question have since married into the family by now.

[He shrugs, giving Lady a pat.]

And believe me, whatever cosmic force designated me for this particular...ah, destiny, it's certainly not one I find appealing.

[Niou's starting to get the sneaking suspicion that while Yagyuu was bored and alone here without any supervision, he went a little nuts and turned into a crazy cat lady. Just a tiny, miniscule inkling that maybe that's what happened, because fucking sixteen of the things, and Yagyuu's talking like he's commenting that the weather is a little brisk today.

Yeah, clearly measures need to be taken here. Niou's gonna have to figure out a way to give Yagyuu a vacation from the whole mess and soon.]

If your destiny is to be grandma to a bunch of rainbow colored fluff balls, then you oughta send it back for a new one.

Just wait until they've swarmed you for the first time. Surprisingly, the sixteen are somewhat more manageable in their way than when they were only eight; the larger number and family relations involved have made them somewhat more self-regulating.

[As opposed to when he was stuck babysitting six newborn Eevees all on his own, because good lord that was a nightmare.]

Being a breeder does have its certain advantages, though. Like, for example, access to a number of interesting creatures that I can then supply to help augment a partner's team?

[That earns Yagyuu a certain narrow-eyed suspicious stare from across the table. And it switches to the mass of pokemon lined up at the window, back to Yagyuu, rinse and repeat a few times.]

Are you trying to pawn some of 'em off on me?

[He settles for staring at the Eeveelutions and making faces at them. Huh. The way they all kind of fall over themselves when he does that is actually pretty hilarious.]

I don't think I want any unless they've got some neat tricks like Thing.

Perish the thought. You'd organize them into a legion of terrors the likes of which this world has never seen — moreso than they are already.

[He strokes Lady a little more.]

No, I admit I had a few others in mind to test against your interest. This one, for example.

[He says, as he reaches for the watch on his left wrist and pulls — and sure enough, it comes away in his fingers, now with the consistency of a blob of grape jelly.]

[So that is a pretty neat trick, even if Niou's not quite sure exactly how useful a blob of jelly that turns into a watch (or the other way around) actually is. Maybe if you were desperate for something to gum up some kind of machinery...? But considering the conversation topic, it's gotta be a pokemon — one Niou recognizes, even — and that seems kinda cruel to do to a living breathing video game character.]

You know I don't actually turn into the guys I'm copying for their skills, right?

[Of course Yagyuu knows, but Niou can see the humor in the whole thing. Pokemon that mirror the way he plays tennis? Yeah, it's one big joke, and he laughs a little as he reaches for the blob of Ditto.]

[There's a certain feeling of things coming full-circle as Yagyuu hands over the Ditto, making sure Niou has a fair grasp on it (slippery little thing that it is) before completely releasing it; he'd loathed the things in the beginning, both for their mischievous versatility and their ridiculous hue, but he'd tolerated them because of Niou and eventually had grown to appreciate the many uses a...creative mind could put one to.

See? Look. Instant screwdriver. Hey, make sure no one's coming while I get these hinges off, huh?

Hiding it as a watch, of course, had been his own variant. The other Ditto he'd known had preferred to try out various shapes — glasses, watches, wrist weight bands, hats — but he'd mostly managed to coerce his own into behaving up until now.]

Consider it your introduction into the wide range of versatility available to you.

[He motions slightly to the Eevee Brigade, to Thing, and then to the Ditto in turn.]

A variety of innate potential that settles once it finds its best fit; a trickster whose illusions conceal his true form; a partner that becomes its choice of target...subject to its own physical limitations.

[A faint smile crosses his face.]

There's a whole array of tricks just waiting to be played here, Niou-kun. Doesn't that suit you?

'Course it does. Otherwise, you wouldn't be tryin' to sell me on it.

[Not that he needs much selling. Thing's little prank already had the wheels turning in his head, and the Ditto's usefulness is immediately, obviously apparent. He's over fussing about being stuck in video game land; his partner's here and they could use a vacation. It's high time he got to settling in and making trouble. Niou slants a knowing smile at Yagyuu as the pokemon chirps and oozes through his fingers, twines around his wrist and up his arm to perch gloopily on his shoulder.]

So, who taught you that neat trick? [He can kind of guess; something like this doesn't really fit Yagyuu's sense of aesthetics, but it fits right into his own. It's not hard to make the connection that whatever he-in-the-past had been up to, this was probably part of it.]

[There's something charmingly satisfying about seeing his ~~accursed~~ Ditto climbing all over Niou, and more importantly, at the sight of Niou looking so pleased about it. It's the feeling of things settling back into the way they ought to be.

It's the feeling that prompts a rather Niou-ish smile to crawl fleetingly across Yagyuu's face, too.]

Someone incredibly troublesome.

[And now, at last, he'll risk the sentimentality.]

It's good that you're here, Niou-kun.

Just incredibly troublesome, huh? Sounds like he was practically well behaved.

[But he smiles back at Yagyuu, something softer and without any of that mocking edge. Yagyuu may have missed him, may be glad to see him again, but he's nearly as relieved to have someone here he knows he can trust so absolutely. Things are looking up a great deal with his partner around.]

Gotta say, it's not so bad having you here, either.

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