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Kazuki Hihara - 火原和樹 ([personal profile] forsaintcecilia) wrote in [community profile] victory_road2017-12-20 04:28 pm

Kazuki and Co's Christmas Performance!

Who: Kazuki, his Pokemon, and YOU!
Where: Goldenrod City
When: Over the holiday season!
Summary: Kazuki and his musically inclined Pokemon are putting on a show for the holidays! Come and watch, say hello, and maybe leave him a nice Christmas tip!
Rating: Gen

Kazuki and his troupe had been preparing for this all month. Hours of practice, every day, brainstorming, critiques, and praise, slowly working on every little detail. It wasn't easy! Kazuki wasn't the best at concentrating his energy, even on the trumpet. And it was the first time he'd really ever taught anyone about music either, even though it was what he'd already decided he wanted to do with his life. So it was a good learning experience. And he couldn't be happier with the results!

He and his Pokemon were all dressed festively. He had a nice beige coat, plaid muffler and earmuffs, and a neat pair of slacks and shoes. His male Pokemon were wearing Santa hats, and his female Pokemon had ribbons with bells tied around their necks. He even had eensy tiny ones made for his Cutiefly, Puff, and his Chingling, Tin Tin. Everyone looked great. The atmosphere couldn't be any better.

Every hour, on the hour, Kazuki would begin by addressing whatever crowd he'd managed to gather, large or small.

"Happy Holidays, everyone!" he held his trumpet in one had, and waved with the other. "I hope you're all having a great time! Staying warm? Please, help yourself to some cocoa!"

Sticky, his Swirlix, had found a purpose here-- his coat was so magnificently sweet from all the treats he ate that it took just a few strands of his fur in a cup of bitter cocoa to make an excellent brew, and he was positively beaming to be of help. He sat at a small table of full cups and cried happily at everyone that took some. A sign read Sticky accepts tips in unwrapped candy and he was constantly chowing down on chocolates and candy canes that children were offering him.

"My friends and I have a little show for you today!" he gestured back at his performing Pokemon, Honky Tonk the Brionne, Xylo the Kricketune, and the aforementioned Tin Tin. "Please stop your busy days for a moment and have a listen, you'll feel better when you do! We're starting off with a fun favorite you'll all enjoy-- okay, everyone? A one, and a two..."

The first song was Walkin' in a Winter Wonderland. Here, Honky Tonk took on the main melody, while Kazuki provided an accompaniment, and Xylo filled things out with a mellow cello sound. Tin Tin rang out occasionally, and all four together put on one heck of a solid performance. Honky Tonk's dance was especially cute, and the audience applauded his flourishes and sashays.

When they finished, they all bowed, and Maestra the Furret went around with a basket in her paws, accepting tips from pleased listeners. Puff showered them in a sweet smelling golden pollen in thanks.

Their second song was Jingle Bells, where Tin Tin got to really show his stuff! He rang out loud and exuberant, and Maestra passed out toy bells for the children to play along with. Parents gave he most generous tips during this segment for entertaining their kids, tried and crabby from long days of shopping.

But for his last song, Kazuki respectfully called for quiet. While his first two songs were fun romps for he and his Pokemon to enjoy together, this was a song that meant something to him, personally.

Ave Maria

Xylo played a somber harp behind his trumpet, and Honky Tonk made gentle motions with his flippers, as though waltzing, but this song belonged to Kazuki. It wasn't his typical kind of song. It was soft and slow and gentle. It glowed, but rather like the tiny songs of the stars than the orchestra of the sun. He was reaching out. Not to the audience he had, but somewhere else, farther away. Home. Her.

The song of the trumpet reverberated in his heart, and he had to blink back a tear or two to finish smoothly. He slowly lowered the trumpet from his lips and bowed, and the crowd broke into somber applause. He bowed again, and again, in different directions, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.

"Thank you, everyone, for listening."

His Pokemon stepped up to bow with him, and the applause grew more enthusiastic. Maestra ran around with the basket to collect the last of the tips.

"We'll be beginning again at the top of the hour, so if you missed anything, please hang around! Otherwise, again, Happy Holidays, and please have a safe trip home!"
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[personal profile] notvaljean 2017-12-21 12:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Jean is in the Goldenrod neighborhood, having been taken here by Armin and the gang to go Christmas shopping. His own shopping is mostly done, and when he hears music, he drifts over in the direction of it.

He shouldn't be surprised that it's Kazuki, and lingers in the back of the crowd, only stepping forward a little to slip the Swirlix a candy cane. The songs are nice, and it's clear they've all been working hard, but nothing takes his breath away until that last one. When Kazuki is playing that last one, Jean can feel something in his chest move, something he hasn't felt before. Music isn't terribly common back home, and even here, he hasn't experienced much of it. Hearing something so beautiful strikes him right to the core.

He waits until the rest of the crowd disperses, then walks up. "Hey."

Hello, this is the first time they've met in person, and Jean hopes Kazuki recognizes him. "That was really great."
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[personal profile] notvaljean 2017-12-25 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
"I saw the whole thing." Jean laughs a little at Kazuki's enthusiasm and holds his hands up, palms out. "I don't know a lot of popular songs, but maybe there's one that our worlds have in common?"

Does Kazuki know Oh Christmas Tree? Because Jean can sing that one, but only in the hodgepodge German of his own world.

"I'm glad I ran into you, though. I have something for you." Jean fishes around inside his backpack (which is red and white and has eyes on it like a Voltorb, a birthday gift last year from Bertolt) until he finds what he's looking for and holds it out. "Here you go."

It's an egg. A Voltorb egg, to be precise.

"This is from Blitz and Donner."
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[personal profile] notvaljean 2017-12-28 11:59 am (UTC)(link)
"They're Electrodes."

The odds are, Jean is wearing some article of clothing with a Voltorb or Electrode on it. He looks down at himself, and sure enough, he's wearing his Voltorb scarf today, and points out the Pokemon pattern on it. "These guys. Or, they were these guys, but then they evolved and their colors switched and they grew eyebrows."

An important distinction! The eyebrows greatly improve their facial expressions.

"They're an electric type and not very musical, but maybe you could use one that's good in a fight?"
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[personal profile] notvaljean 2018-01-01 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, they're kind of living, sentient Pokeballs."

When Kazuki asks if they like to battle, Jean starts laughing. Like, throwing his head back, hooting like a loon laughing.

"Yes. They definitely like to battle." Jean manages to get control over himself, and wipes some tears out of his eyes. "If you're out camping, you won't be bothered by any wild Pokemon, if whoever is in this egg is anything like their dad."

Or mom. Or however Voltorbs reproduce. Whatever, this is one of Blitz's eggs so it's going to be a brawler.
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[personal profile] notvaljean 2018-01-02 10:53 am (UTC)(link)
"You won't need any Repels with a Voltorb on your team." Like, for real. Jean barely even knows what a Repel is.

"Do you want to go grab something from a bakery?" Jean doesn't know if Kazuki needs to stay in this spot, or if he can wander around a little before his next set. "I, uh... I want to buy you a pastry or something."

He's not flirting! He just remembers how patient and kind Kazuki was to him during his nightmare, and wants to repay the favor.
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[personal profile] notvaljean 2018-01-05 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
If he was flirting, he'd be trying to Smolder(tm).

"That's not a problem." Jean looks at Sticky and grins before reaching into his pocket and pulling out another candy cane. "Here, buddy, chew on this instead of that pant leg."

It's one of the nicest things about being in this world--besides the lack of titans and fighting for his life, of course--that Jean can actually afford the food he wants and has enough money to share with friends. Even now, after over a year here, the novelty still hasn't worn off.

"If you want, the rest of your crew can come too."
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[personal profile] notvaljean 2018-01-05 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, I mean, I can get some treats for them too, if that's okay." Compared to Jean's monsters and their enormous appetites, buying treats for Kazuki's crew will be easy and inexpensive. "They've been working hard too, after all."

But hey, if Kazuki would rather put them in their balls, that's fine too, and Jean waits patiently until everyone is rounded up. "I think there's a coffee shop over this way? It's the same as the one I work at in Sevii, so I know exactly what the good stuff is."

Right this way, Kazuki, let Jean lead you to the nearest Starmiebucks.
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[personal profile] notvaljean 2018-01-06 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Really?" Now Jean is intrigued. "Are they like the ones here?"

There isn't much here that's like home for Jean, and he likes it that way.
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[personal profile] notvaljean 2018-01-08 11:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, I'm already learning that." People can be so bitchy before they get their coffee, and super picky about their orders. He once put one less pump of syrup than someone requested in their cup, and they flipped. Out.

For a kid who came from a world with scarce food resources, that kind of attitude is completely baffling.

"Do you like the sweet drinks or the more bitter ones? Because I've been experimenting and have some neat ideas."
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[personal profile] notvaljean 2018-01-15 11:19 am (UTC)(link)
"You do?" Jean lives with a bunch of ingrates who either like their coffee black and gross or drink tea. Tea! Having a willing volunteer for his sweet stuff makes him brighten noticeably, and he bullies his way behind the counter with all due speed. "I'm going to make you a Voltorb latte!"

No one has ever liked the Voltorb latte, but that hasn't kept Jean from trying to perfect it.
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[personal profile] notvaljean 2018-01-18 10:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, I do." Jean is going hard back behind the counter, mixing and brewing and generally making a mess, much to the horror of the actual baristas working. "They're really misunderstood."

No, they're actually mostly assholes, but so is Jean, so he relates to their troubles.

"No, but that's a good idea!" Gonna try it with this one! "It's called a Voltorb latte because it's red and white!"

And also horrible and no one likes them. It also has that in common with Voltorbs.

Jean finishes his concoction and hands it to Kazuki with a flourish. "Here you go!"
Edited 2018-01-18 10:30 (UTC)
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[personal profile] notvaljean 2018-01-20 12:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Considering that Kazuki is the first person to try a Voltorb latte and not immediately make a face of disgust, Jean is willing to take his constructive criticism. It also helps that he admired the presentation, since the way the coffee looks is almost as important as how it tastes.

"Sure." Jean leans his elbows on the counter, all ears. "It looks the way I want it to, but the taste still needs work."
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[personal profile] notvaljean 2018-01-21 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
Jean watches closely, leaning over Kazuki's shoulder as he works and shooing away the other baristas, who are starting to get annoyed by these two upstarts invading their space. He's a bit surprised when Kazuki goes for the frozen drinks, but he has to admit, it looks pretty damn good, and probably tastes better than the horror he's been inflicting on people.

"No, it's okay if it's a frappe." This just means Jean will have to work even harder at making a hot drink with a Voltorb theme! Kazuki has given him something to work towards! "I wonder if you could do the red layer on top..."

Excuse him, he's just going to be making another one, and reversing the order this time. Instead of drawing a Voltorb's body, he just draws their eyes with vanilla syrup, then holds the drink up for Kazuki's inspection. "What do you think?"
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[personal profile] notvaljean 2018-01-23 10:25 am (UTC)(link)
That is... oh my gods. That is the best idea Jean has ever heard, and he boggles at Kazuki for a moment before nodding and grabbing his wrist.

"Come on. We need to go find some Pop Rocks." Like, right now. This won't be complete until they have Pop Rocks.

Jean fumbles a Pokeball off his belt and out pops Polo the wrestle cat, who looks vaguely confused when Jean shoves some money into his hands. "Pay for our drinks and then wait here. Buy yourself something if you want, we'll be right back."

And now he's trying to drag poor Kazuki towards the door.
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[personal profile] gobblewonked 2017-12-26 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
An old man in dirty overalls with bare feet comes tearing through the city block Kazuki's chosen for his concert just as Kazuki is launching into his address of the audience. He's panting so hard it sounds like a high-pitched whistle and waving a banjo in one hand, and a not-too-strong-looking Trubbish is following along behind him, bouncing at top speed. It looks like he's running away from something.

He slides to a stop when he sees the setup, with the little Pokemon in their little hats and bells, and realizes it's gonna be a show.

There's no stopping it. The cheer of excitement McGucket gives sounds a little more like a scream than a cheer, but the thought is there, and the ear-to-ear grin is genuine. At least he'll be....an enthusiastic audience, clapping loudly and appreciatively after every song.

He stands still during the last one. It looks for all the world like he's zoned out, with his banjo held loosely in one hand, both arms dangling loosely from his shoulders, and his eyes going off in different directions -- or like someone's flipped an off switch, and he's in some kind of shutdown mode. Is he even listening? At least he's respectfully quiet?

After it's over, the trubbish with McGucket bumps himself against McGucket's knee.

"Trubbish?"

"Aw hush, it's nothin'." He pats the Pokemon with a bandaged hand.
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[personal profile] gobblewonked 2017-12-27 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Right, absolutely, not dangerous at all.

When he's approached, the moment of melancholy that his bag buddy noticed and the little smile down at him vanish from McGucket's manner quicker than acetone on a hot plate. He jumps from foot to foot, then slaps his knee with his free hand.

"Hoo-ee! It's a Pokemon Christmas hootenanny!" he exclaims with delight, his accent giving the word Pokemon a deeply Southern twist. "I'm a musicalilly inclined man myself! Don't know where my musical spoons ran off to, but at least I got my banjo!" McGucket holds it up proudly.
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[personal profile] gobblewonked 2017-12-28 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Seriously as I do anything!" Which, looking at McGucket, doesn't seem like it would count for much.

But he swings that banjo into place all the same and wiggles his fingers over the strings with an eager grin. "And-a-one, and-a-two, and-a--"

--and he launches into an up-tempo rendition of God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen, one of his bare feet tap-tap-tapping away on the cobblestones. Musically, it's very good -- and if this stranger with the green hair takes the main melody, McGucket can play the harmony.

...unfortunately, after the first verse, McGucket starts to sing. "God rest ye, scary metalmen, let nothing come this way! Remember frights and saviors was warned on Christmas Day! Please save us all from cyber-power while we all run away! Ohhhh, tiiiidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy! Oh, tidings of comfort and joooooy!"

He's fully committed to these words and doesn't seem to have noticed that they're wrong. Is he doing it on purpose? It doesn't look like it.
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[personal profile] gobblewonked 2017-12-31 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
McGucket doesn't seem to notice the suspicion. When the song ends, he bursts into a raucous laugh.

Nothin' like some nice, traditional carols to get'cha into the holiday spirit!
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[personal profile] gobblewonked 2018-01-02 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Long as I can remember!" McGucket announces proudly, as though there were nothing unusual about the implication that he's been playing for sixty-odd years, or that his memory doesn't actually reach that far back. "You're pretty good on that tootin' horn!"
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[personal profile] gobblewonked 2018-01-04 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"I like playin' the banjo, too!" McGucket exclaims, delighted by this common ground. "And countin' my beard hairs, and buildin' robomajigs, and throwin' hootenannys..." He counts these favorite things one by one off his dirty fingers. Then, his face falls into something pensive. "Recently the only ones who ever come are the possums that live behind the diner. Eh. Wonder why that is?"
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[personal profile] gobblewonked 2018-01-08 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
McGucket's face takes on a very thoughtful aspect. His eyes narrow, he scratches at the side of his chin with one finger, and he purses his lips.

"Location, eh?" he asks, in the tone of voice of someone who has just been given Ideas, and the wisdom of these Ideas is dubious. He breaks into a grin. "Of course! It's all about location! What good thinkin'!" McGucket does a quick, frenzied dance, and slaps his knee in delight.

"I gotta go. That hootenanny ain't going to plan itself! Hoo-ee!"

And with a wild whoop, McGucket takes off down the street, his Trubbish in tow.