Solf J Kimblee (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
explosivecombat) wrote2012-10-26 04:30 pm
explosivecombat) wrote2012-10-26 04:30 pm
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- *action,
- *text,
- @envy,
- @frank archer's utter lack of subtlety,
- @grit,
- @kayneth archibald e-rank luck,
- @minnie mouse,
- @miss altava,
- @our future cobra commander overlord,
- also dorian,
- also ramsay,
- good ideas are clearly relative concepts,
- he's come undone,
- hell are you even,
- itp: we discuss zombies,
- look at your life; look at your choices,
- my tiny violin tho,
- no kill like overkill,
- one-man army,
- stupidly dangerous battling tactics,
- texting into the void,
- this is really stupid,
- why we can't have nice things
019. [Text/Action for Mahogany Town, and one other thing.]
[TEXT]
Does anyone know if the hideous creatures permeating this region of late are deceased humans, deceased Pokémon, or some ungodly combination of both?
It's nothing I had ever given thought to before, nor will your answer affect my thoughts on them. I'm merely curious about what it is that I'm repeatedly destroying, and whether I have something unfortunate to look forward to if this place decides that I'm the lucky person who dies on a permanent level out here.
[ACTION]
[Well, a very brief time after that text hits the network, it seems Kimblee has escaped whatever Ghost-free location he was in before.
Kimblee hasn't taken kindly to the ghosts here; he never has, really, and the fact that they're now in the cities isn't doing anything to help with that little issue. However, he's also never taken kindly to the idea that he simply can't do something, or the knowledge that some things are simply beyond his physical and mental boundaries, and it seems that today he's finally reached something of a breaking point.
He has Dorian out with him today, as well as Ramsay; he's loaded the latter with TMs, taking full advantage of the fact that Absols can learn Damn Near Everything. Kimblee himself seems to have decided that he has absolutely no fucks left to give; people in the general vicinity of Mahogany Town this evening may notice a figure dressed in white wandering through the fog, looking vaguely like one of the undead himself. His motions are tightly controlled, the orders he's giving his Pokémon clipped and tense; he's also trying to act like every time he comes across one of the Ghost-types everywhere he doesn't promptly flail a little and overkill the hell out of the poor level 20s with Fire Blast from a level 100 Fire-type.
He seems...determined (it's just a very skittish sort of determined, okay) to find and destroy every damn ghost in this town, judging from the flames everywhere; the local ghost population likely has no idea what it did to have quite this much hell rained down on it, but there certainly is a lot of hell going on here, goddamn.
...he really doesn't like ghosts, okay. At least they can't be harmed with Explosion, else this would be much, much worse.]
[PRIVATE TEXT TO EMMY ALTAVA]
Miss Altava,
I apologize for the abruptness of the message, but I need to speak to you immediately; get in contact with me, if you can?
Does anyone know if the hideous creatures permeating this region of late are deceased humans, deceased Pokémon, or some ungodly combination of both?
It's nothing I had ever given thought to before, nor will your answer affect my thoughts on them. I'm merely curious about what it is that I'm repeatedly destroying, and whether I have something unfortunate to look forward to if this place decides that I'm the lucky person who dies on a permanent level out here.
[ACTION]
[Well, a very brief time after that text hits the network, it seems Kimblee has escaped whatever Ghost-free location he was in before.
Kimblee hasn't taken kindly to the ghosts here; he never has, really, and the fact that they're now in the cities isn't doing anything to help with that little issue. However, he's also never taken kindly to the idea that he simply can't do something, or the knowledge that some things are simply beyond his physical and mental boundaries, and it seems that today he's finally reached something of a breaking point.
He has Dorian out with him today, as well as Ramsay; he's loaded the latter with TMs, taking full advantage of the fact that Absols can learn Damn Near Everything. Kimblee himself seems to have decided that he has absolutely no fucks left to give; people in the general vicinity of Mahogany Town this evening may notice a figure dressed in white wandering through the fog, looking vaguely like one of the undead himself. His motions are tightly controlled, the orders he's giving his Pokémon clipped and tense; he's also trying to act like every time he comes across one of the Ghost-types everywhere he doesn't promptly flail a little and overkill the hell out of the poor level 20s with Fire Blast from a level 100 Fire-type.
He seems...determined (it's just a very skittish sort of determined, okay) to find and destroy every damn ghost in this town, judging from the flames everywhere; the local ghost population likely has no idea what it did to have quite this much hell rained down on it, but there certainly is a lot of hell going on here, goddamn.
...he really doesn't like ghosts, okay. At least they can't be harmed with Explosion, else this would be much, much worse.]
[PRIVATE TEXT TO EMMY ALTAVA]
Miss Altava,
I apologize for the abruptness of the message, but I need to speak to you immediately; get in contact with me, if you can?
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[Archer folds his arms, looking more frustrated than he really is. It's just that thing he does where he gets extremely defensive for no real reason. No big deal.]
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It's just something that I have to take care of for myself, that's all.
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[Besides, if you couldn't even stand the Gengar, how can you stand all of these?]
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THAT'S HOW.]
I know what I'm doing, Archer.
[Ignore the part where he's jumpy as hell; he flinches rather sharply again for what looks like no reason, only to look down at Ramsay where the Absol has taken up residence behind his legs, looking at Archer curiously.
...he's still painfully shy. And Kimblee is horrendously annoyed by the sudden contact, apparently. TOTALLY. NOT. NERVOUS. SHUT UP.]
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Don't be ridiculous. Let's go back inside.
[It's not an order, but it's phrased as a suggestion to try to preserve some of Kimblee's pride.]
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I said I'm fine.
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[It's said in a warning tone.]
Don't be ridiculous. I need your help to clean up the house. Now come on.
[And stop pouting would you? It's kind of hard to try to preserve your ego when you're pouting like that!]
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[Judging from his tone, he is feeling very, very contrary today. Fight him. >:| ]
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I suppose it's not that urgent.
[But you're not getting rid of him that easily. c: ]
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All right, then.
[Now if you'll excuse him, he has ghosts to go kill. ...again. Kill...again...you know what he means.]
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He'll just be right behind you in case of an emergency.]
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Well, whatever, then. Kimblee is just going to be doing his best to ignore you, though it's obvious that he's even more tense than he was before; he's not going to humiliate himself in front of his commanding officer. He's had enough of that.
He stops short eventually, however; there's something in the fog, just outside of his line of vision - he doesn't know how he knows, he simply does. It's similar to the sense he gets when someone is going to harm him - that split-second in which he's suddenly aware that something is very, very wrong with a situation - but instead of reacting as he should, he simply freezes for a moment, prompting Ramsay to nudge him a bit with his head. It doesn't quite get the desired response - either he's nudging harder than he thinks he is or Kimblee's just that rigid, as it catches him off-guard and he stumbles forward a step or two before he catches himself.]
Dorian. Find it and destroy it.
[Dorian, who seems completely unsympathetic to whatever issue his trainer is having over there (really, they could just go back inside where none of this would even be a problem, but noooooo...), huffs a bit before skulking off into the fog; he comes back without having to set anything on fire, however.]
I said, destroy it.
[If Ninetales could shrug, Dorian certainly would have at that point. Nothing doing, bro, there's no one out there.
Lovely, Dorian. You've ensured your trainer is quite simply not going anywhere for, like, the next year. Or at least until the fog clears up. Because he knows there's something out there, don't you dare insinuate that he's just being paranoid.]
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Archer's betting on the latter.]
Are you sure you don't want to go home?
[He finally speaks up, but his tone isn't smug or superior, it's just a question.]
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[Kimblee's voice is just as tense as the rest of him, punctuated by jagged, shallow breathing that he doesn't seem quite in control of; that completely answered your question, don't act like it didn't.]
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[His Pokémon are stationed outside the house to ward off attacks, though they haven't had much work to do.]
Come on, Kimblee.
[Archer's voice softens with that, and he approaches the alchemist.]
There's no reason to stay out here.
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I...
[He can't exactly seem to find a way to finish that for the time being, however.]
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Take your time.
[It's not something he's had to say for quite some time and for a moment he's distracted by just how nostalgic it is. He shakes that off quickly enough though; now isn't the time to get distracted by Kimbley - he needs to focus on the present and Kimblee.
...Things he never thought he'd say...]
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This shouldn't be necessary, Archer.
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[With how jumpy Kimblee is, of course he's skeptical.]
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I suppose it would be in my best interests to not waste your time, then.
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[Now come on! The house isn't going to clean itself!]
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He's going to be jumpy as hell the entire way back to the house, but at least he'll follow, all right?
...hmph.]