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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[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.]