Solf J Kimblee (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
explosivecombat) wrote2013-01-22 09:57 pm
explosivecombat) wrote2013-01-22 09:57 pm
Entry tags:
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- *audio,
- *text,
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021. [Anonymous Text + Images/Locked Audio - Rocket Frequency]
[ANONYMOUS TEXT + IMAGES]
[Kimblee hasn't been back in Goldenrod City for very long; he's well aware of the attack on the Tower, however - his contacts here have made him very aware of that.
He's well aware that he shouldn't do anything rash; however, his pride does have quite the tendency to get involved in decisions where it really has no goddamn business being, and as such, an anonymous text goes out over the network.
Seth's clearly making a reappearance tonight.]
It seems some of you have been enjoying yourselves lately.
[There's no clarification regarding exactly what he's talking about; however, there are, as usual, pictures accompanying the text.
The first is par for the course, as Seth goes; a set of six Pokéballs held in gloved hands, on chest-level with the person holding them - his face isn't visible, but the red R insignia on his uniform clearly is, even in the dim light of the room.
The next three photographs are decidedly more straightforward, in terms of what he's trying to get across; each image contains two Pokémon in heavy, reinforced cages set up in front of a black backdrop of some sort - birds, all of them. They seem alive, though "unharmed" is a bit of a stretch; they seem to have been roughed up quite a bit.
More text, clearly continuing on from the first line.]
So have I.
[One more image follows, similar to the first - though instead of Pokéballs clasped in his hands, he has a white card pinned between his index and middle fingers, the words written on it scrawled out in thick, blocky lettering as though someone had gone over the words repeatedly, obscuring any sort of distinctive handwriting for the sake of making them far less identifiable.
TELL FALKNER THAT SETH SAYS HELLO.]
[AUDIO / PRIVATE - TEAM ROCKET FREQUENCY]
[And a few hours later, once Kimblee has decided he's done instigating for the day, the Rockets will be granted something decidedly more sane and far less...uh, directly ominous.]
A good evening to all of you; I hope that it finds you well.
[Again, the voice over the locked Rocket frequency tonight is calm and possibly surprisingly pleasant, especially given what one usually encounters around the base in Goldenrod; the person speaking is clearly a bit soft-spoken and his voice is gentle in a bit of a high-pitched sort of way, but there's firmness behind his words. Authority. A bit of arrogance, perhaps, but it's just as easily taken for confidence.]
My name is Solf J Kimblee; I hold the rank of Beta in this organization. It's been quite some time since I've been in our beloved hometown; regrettably, business has kept me away, but it won't be that way for much longer.
To those new to the organization - I welcome you to Johto, and I would like to take the time to get to know you personally. I can offer you work and opportunities, should you require direction; should you just want someone to speak to regarding your sudden arrival in this world, I would like to help you - I can't promise you answers, but I can offer my assistance in any way I can. For those who have arrived recently, but haven't met with me personally yet, I would like to invite you to do so as well.
And those of you who have been here for a while - I'll expect some sort of proper report from at least one of you, regarding the incident that occurred last week. Many of you know exactly how well I adhere to Equivalent Exchange; offer me valid information and I'll gladly reward you.
I look forward to speaking with all of you; I would prefer meeting in person, simply know where you are and I'll gladly meet you.
Until then~
[Kimblee hasn't been back in Goldenrod City for very long; he's well aware of the attack on the Tower, however - his contacts here have made him very aware of that.
He's well aware that he shouldn't do anything rash; however, his pride does have quite the tendency to get involved in decisions where it really has no goddamn business being, and as such, an anonymous text goes out over the network.
Seth's clearly making a reappearance tonight.]
It seems some of you have been enjoying yourselves lately.
[There's no clarification regarding exactly what he's talking about; however, there are, as usual, pictures accompanying the text.
The first is par for the course, as Seth goes; a set of six Pokéballs held in gloved hands, on chest-level with the person holding them - his face isn't visible, but the red R insignia on his uniform clearly is, even in the dim light of the room.
The next three photographs are decidedly more straightforward, in terms of what he's trying to get across; each image contains two Pokémon in heavy, reinforced cages set up in front of a black backdrop of some sort - birds, all of them. They seem alive, though "unharmed" is a bit of a stretch; they seem to have been roughed up quite a bit.
More text, clearly continuing on from the first line.]
So have I.
[One more image follows, similar to the first - though instead of Pokéballs clasped in his hands, he has a white card pinned between his index and middle fingers, the words written on it scrawled out in thick, blocky lettering as though someone had gone over the words repeatedly, obscuring any sort of distinctive handwriting for the sake of making them far less identifiable.
TELL FALKNER THAT SETH SAYS HELLO.]
[AUDIO / PRIVATE - TEAM ROCKET FREQUENCY]
[And a few hours later, once Kimblee has decided he's done instigating for the day, the Rockets will be granted something decidedly more sane and far less...uh, directly ominous.]
A good evening to all of you; I hope that it finds you well.
[Again, the voice over the locked Rocket frequency tonight is calm and possibly surprisingly pleasant, especially given what one usually encounters around the base in Goldenrod; the person speaking is clearly a bit soft-spoken and his voice is gentle in a bit of a high-pitched sort of way, but there's firmness behind his words. Authority. A bit of arrogance, perhaps, but it's just as easily taken for confidence.]
My name is Solf J Kimblee; I hold the rank of Beta in this organization. It's been quite some time since I've been in our beloved hometown; regrettably, business has kept me away, but it won't be that way for much longer.
To those new to the organization - I welcome you to Johto, and I would like to take the time to get to know you personally. I can offer you work and opportunities, should you require direction; should you just want someone to speak to regarding your sudden arrival in this world, I would like to help you - I can't promise you answers, but I can offer my assistance in any way I can. For those who have arrived recently, but haven't met with me personally yet, I would like to invite you to do so as well.
And those of you who have been here for a while - I'll expect some sort of proper report from at least one of you, regarding the incident that occurred last week. Many of you know exactly how well I adhere to Equivalent Exchange; offer me valid information and I'll gladly reward you.
I look forward to speaking with all of you; I would prefer meeting in person, simply know where you are and I'll gladly meet you.
Until then~
[Private Video]
At the very least, he doesn't seem bothered by what looks like a really obvious lack of experience; he's seen worse, honestly.]
I would like that, actually. May I ask your name, before we begin?
[Private Video]
Her eyes briefly pop open in some weird version of being starstruck. One of the Rocket Officials is going to talk to me! The little Momos, who, as of right now, are working double time, briefly panic and just light their computers on fire. As a result, she forgets that the naming scheme in Johto is... somehow different and answers the question like she would back home. ]
Hinamori Momo! Lieutenant of Squad Five! [ Yep. This girl is a lieutenant. Just wrap your head around that. ]
[Private Video]
A pleasure, Lieutenant - although forgive me for asking, but Squad Five of what, exactly?
[Private Video]
Oh! Well, it's a back home thing. I'm a Shinigami, which means I basically help the dead cross over and purify the corrupted souls. I'm Captain Aizen's lieutenant which means I'm the second highest ranking in squad five! [ And she is just so proud of all of the hard work it took to get there. ] So I'm a lieutenant of the soul society! [ FLASHING HER BADGE, RIGHT NOW... Isn't it cool, Kimblee? It has the Kanji for five and
everythingnothing else! ][Private Video]
However, I find it interesting that apparently souls are a tangible concept for you as well; I've found that some here seem to interpret it as a matter of faith.
[Private Video]
I've never heard of someone thinking it's a matter of faith. Everyone has souls, it's what you live on in the afterlife. They're like, a kidney or something. [ that's an... interesting comparison Momo. ]
[Private Video]
[...uh.]
That's not quite how I'd word it, but it's accurate enough, I suppose - there's proof of the soul continuing to exist after death in my world as well, at the very least, and in certain circumstances people can live on after they die that way, though not all.
[......uh.]
...at any rate. I was a Major in the Amestrian military, and a member of a highly specialized unit that was designed to serve as human weaponry. It was interesting work, really, though the means through which I carried out my job have been removed here, obviously.
[Private Video]
Human weaponry? Just how did you do that? [ She looks on, curious. He seemed rather formal. Maybe he had a gun or a hidden sharpened cane in one of those classy blazer sleeves. Maybe he was a robot! Or maybe, just maybe, he had a zanpakutou too! She looks on, clearly attentive towards his explanations. ]