victory_road | Video; It ain't quite Skitty on Wailord action, but still...

[The video turns on to Armin look a bit peeved. Not exactly angry, but there is some frustration on his face there. Like someone just gathered up every sensible law of logic and took them away from him.

He seems to be on the beach (when is he not), the sound of waves and someone howling with laughter accompanying him.]

I’m sorry to bother anyone, but I have a question I was hoping someone could answer. [a small frown.] Perhaps a breeder would know…

[He turns the camera around to focus on a cute clutch of eggs in the sand. Nothing out of the ordinary there. Just some nice poke-eggs.]

I came home from work to discover these. I suppose it was somewhat inevitable with how many Pokemon we have running around, but—

[The camera moves again to focus on an Incineroar who looks very proud of himself. In fact, when Polo realises the camera is on him, he purrs with obvious delight, thrusting out his chest. Yes. Yes, look at him. He is the one who did it. He made these happen. He is the father and very proud of it.

The camera moves to the side to focus on another very proud Pokemon. Well, part of a very proud Pokemon. Armin is too close to his Wailord to really get a proper shot of her, so mostly what is on view is the front of her massive head. She’s pushed herself partway onto the sand, slapping her giant tail on the water, letting out a half sung Wail.]

Could anyone please explain how these two managed to have a clutch of eggs? I understand about egg groups, but I cannot see how Polo managed to, well—

[Bump uglies. Do the deed. Form the beast with two backs. Sex. Armin is talking poke-sex.]

I mean, even disregarding the size difference, Polo hates water. He won’t go into it. And Amber cannot really go on land. It just—

[Armin makes a wordless noise of frustration which seems to bring forth another wave of laughter from the second person there. The camera moves once more, but this time it is less focused as if Armin is fumbling with it to turn it off. For a moment, it settles on Jean who is using one hand to wipe the tears of laughter out of his eyes, and the other to high five his Incineroar, prompting a

You aren’t helping, you know

Before Armin manages to shut off the recording entirely.]

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Sooooo what's the deal?

[You are acting very weird, Armin, and Jean raises an eyebrow at him.]

I mean, if you said you weren't talking to Dr. Ford, that would make more sense, but it's Newt you're pissy about. So why's that?

I'm not 'pissy' with him. And I don't have a reason to be angry with Mr Pines either.

[Though, admittedly, Armin could understand why someone might be. Ford just... he can be very Ford at times, and in doing so waltz over people's toes without even a thought.]

I just-- I'd just rather not, okay?

[Armin is not just going to admit to Jean that the reason he doesn't want to talk to Newt about subjects like that is because he wants to grab his stupid handsome face by the adorable freckly cheeks and kiss it. Because that is stupid. And in any case, Armin likes to stew in his misery, not just share it at any opportunity.]

Edited 2018-02-10 15:40 (UTC)

You're being weird.

[But okay, whatever. If Armin isn't talking to Newt, so be it. Jean flops back in the sand and puts an arm over his eyes.]

You're going to keep all the Wailords, aren't you?

Edited 2018-02-11 13:38 (UTC)

[Jean doesn't even know exactly how weird Armin is.]

Of course, if there are any. We'll have to find good homes for the rest of them. Or keep them ourselves.

[Deep down, this is why Armin cannot really be a breeder. It'd be weird for him to just. Sell away the offspring of his own Pokemon. Just like that. Of course, he doesn't mind them going to friends, people who he knows will treat them well, but random strangers? Nope.]

Well, it shouldn't be too hard to find homes for any Littens. People like the Pokemon that are like cats.

I wonder if these Littens will like to swim...

[Or if they'll get a Wailord that can learn Flamethrower? Now that would be a surprise power move in a gym battle!]

Edited 2018-02-19 12:23 (UTC)

Too bad Shiro already has one, or else we could've given him one.

Though maybe he won't mind a second...

[Listen, cats are an always gift for Shiro. That is just the way things are.]

Oh, but I wouldn't want Luna to get jealous.

Armin.

[Jean gets to his feet and brushes the sand off his legs.]

You can't keep every single Pokemon yours breed, you know. You'll run out of space.

I know you are technically right but, still. It feels.

[He searches for words for a moment.]

It feels like giving away important family members. I mean, they are the children of my pokemon, after all. Won't they want to see them grow up?

Edited 2018-02-21 00:28 (UTC)

I think that depends on the Pokemon. Death Chicken still likes going to see Murder Chicken whenever he can, but Blitz doesn't seem to care at all about his eggs going out into the world.

Yes, well, Blitz is Blitz.

[He can be caring in his own way, but Blitz probably just sees the distribution of his eggs as him sending troops out into the world, awaiting his command.

Which. Might actually be what he is doing.]

[That's exactly what Blitz is doing.]

Why don't you ask the Pokemon what they think? I got Strudel because Whisper Bunny chose the egg to give me. Let them have a say in it.

I've asked Amber about it. She'd really like a family. They normally live in family groups, you know. Out in the wild, I mean. When I found her, she was all alone, so I think she must have gotten separated from hers when she was still young.

[A soft, thoughtful noise]

I wonder if she misses it...

So you're going to make a Wailord pod. That's fine for any Wailord eggs, but what about any kittens?

[Polo perks up from his spot on Amber's fin. He has some ideas about this! Big Hose Face doesn't have a fire cat yet! He could use one!]

I don't know. I was thinking of keeping them unless there was someone we know who would be interested in one.

[He glances at Jean.]

Do you have any ideas for them? I mean, with Polo being the father, I feel these eggs are as much yours as they are mine.

Gods, no. We already have an entire herd of Voltorbs; we don't need to add fire cats to the mix.

[Polo hops off Amber's fin and comes charging over to headbutt Jean and purr loudly. Jean chuckles and reaches up to scratch his ears.]

Okay, okay, we'll try and find someone we know who wants one.

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