021. [Anonymous Text + Images/Locked Audio - Rocket Frequency]

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[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~

Comments

PRIVATE ROCKET FEED

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[...one day he is going to drag you out on a proper date, Lust - just because you need to go on one and the thought sort of amuses him.]

Well, I'm more than willing to take a rain check on it - but for now, I did hear something regarding the Tower, yes. I don't suppose you know anything?

[licentious]

[ They will have the classiest lunch in Johto history. The more morally not good the characters are (can't use bad because Kimblee at least has values), the fantastically classier the lunch will be! Thank god she doesn't have Gluttony here with her. ]

Yes. It was compromised, to some extent. It's attempts to reclaim the tower ended in failure, however, its attack seemed to end with a draw and some mild damage to the radio tower that requires closure. [ Mostly because she home aloned the fuck out of the radio tower for shits and giggles. ] Mostly of the explosives and short fuse, variety. [ IS THAT CONSIDERED GOOD NEWS WITH KIMBLEE? She legit doesn't know... ]

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[...the less interactions with Gluttony that Kimblee has, the better. He maintains that trying to get anywhere with him conversationally was like trying to bring down a brick wall, armed with nothing but his face.]

Well, I can't say I entirely disapprove of their tactics, though I do have to wonder what they hoped to gain from all this - from what I've heard, they didn't obtain anything substantial, certainly not enough to warrant the attack in the first place.

[licentious]

[ Lust sympathizes. She feels the same way, but, because Gluttony has taken such a liking to her, she's better armed with a massive drill that can only, barely penetrate the surface but it's still something she has a leg up on. ]

Well, of course. I believe I had a hand in that. I knew the attack was coming, and gave them enough leeway to gain entry, but not enough to actually resolve anything. Well, that and there was a suspicious amount of paralyz heals around. [ Implicating the obvious... ] And loose, magically cut, wires arranged to short circuit and burst. [ Implicating the obvious once more... ]

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...you knew it was coming.

[...ahahahaha wow]

Have you been that bored lately?

[licentious]

In some aspects yes. I joined the organization that created this months ago, to see where it would lead to. I didn't expect them to ever do something, but they did.

[ no shame tbh. ]

I didn't see the reason to inform other Rockets, mostly because I didn't want the group to question internal loyalty.

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[...Lust, why do you do these things...

I mean, he approves, don't misunderstand him, but why do you do these things]

And have you learned anything else? I admit to being in frequent contact with the individual running their little show there; it's been interesting, to say the least.

[licentious]

[ She does them because she's bored. Like Lindsay Lohan in that one film. ]

I learned some members, how loosely they're organized, and I get connections to the specialized filter. It's mostly filled with individuals from certain worlds who appear to be leading the movement. One of them is a world that seems to be based around usage of keys as blades and the like, and the other is a world that seems exclusive to a woman named Lightning, however, I'm not sure if that's really all too exclusive yet. There could be someone else who I just haven't spotted yet.

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I'm familiar with Miss Farron; I've spoken to her several times, actually. It's been a bit of an experience, to put it loosely; she's more than slightly high-strung.

How many of them are there, to your knowledge?