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?
[private text]
[Goddamn, one can practically feel the kittyface.]
I do, however, have something of great importance to discuss with you - preferably in person, as it can't be brought up over the device. I'm meeting with Miss Farron in a few days' time, in Violet City; the information I have pertains to her as well. I would greatly appreciate it if you would join us; would this be possible for you?
[private text]
Of course, Mr Kimblee! My Fearow will be able to get me there rather quickly.
Why Violet City, of all places? If you're able to answer, of course.
[[Maybe she should just wait until they're in person for the questions....]]
[private text]
It's been quite some time since we were last there, hasn't it?
[private text]
[[can you feel the quaint yet]]
Ah, and go to that tea shop where we had our first little tea-date! Wouldn't that be nice?
[[how about now]]
[private text]
[IT WOULD BE A NICE DISTRACTION FROM ALL THE UNDEAD THINGS, ALSO ARCHER HAS BEEN DRIVING HIM INSANE LATELY]
Perhaps we could meet up before we're set to locate Miss Farron; I would like to catch up with you. I trust you've been well?
[private text]
....FYI.....]]
I would love to, Mr Kimblee! It could be just like old times!
[[no really, can we go back to the old times, they were nice]]
Are you going to actually let me pay this time?
[private text]
[private text]
[[Not that she really had her hopes up, but it was a fun thing to tease about.]]
Perhaps sooner than you think; shall I head off now, Mr Kimblee?
[private text]
I look forward to it, Miss Altava - and while I know you can take care of yourself, please don't be overly reckless in the current weather, it's hideous for flying. For my sake, if nothing else.
[private text]
[[apart from the part where she would but we'll ignore that]]
However, I'll do my best to arrive in one piece. I'm looking forward to seeing you!
[private text]
[And that is, quite simply, that for the time being.]