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:
- !ic,
- **anonymous,
- *audio,
- *text,
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- being you guys is suffering,
- come at me bro,
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- how edgy of you,
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- like a brick to the face,
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- no sense of self-preservation,
- raid on the city knock out evil tusks,
- the greater internet fuckwad theory,
- this is gonna suck,
- this is really stupid,
- two-person assault team,
- well that's needlessly sinister,
- why we can't have nice things
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~
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That is repulsive.
And I'd like to see you try, honestly; simply because I'm not engaging anyone in combat at this exact moment doesn't mean that I'm unable. I'm more than capable of holding my own in battle; I wouldn't do this in the first place if I couldn't.
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[Go and ask Cobra about the time that his Level 100s were defeated by a kid's Level 60s and Cobra ended up fleeing with honey all over his face. I'm sure he'd love to have someone to rant at~.
And Apollo you probably shouldn't advertise to the bad guys that you're an enemy, especially to a competent one whose face you haven't seen but are showing yours to.]
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And while yeah, showing yourself to Cobra's trusted lieutenant over here is probably not the best idea (especially when said individual has a photographic memory and will be sure to remember your face exactly), at least Kimblee isn't the sort to target people on someone else's behalf without orders.]
Interesting. I suppose I should congratulate you for that, really; however, if you're expecting me to be angry at you for it, you're mistaken, and you're likewise mistaken if you expect me to be intimidated.
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No, I just didn't want you to think that I was saying anything that I didn't have a reason to think that I could do.
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I'll still stop you if I ever find you.
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Until then, the best of luck to you in upholding those convictions of yours.
[And with that, he'll just be shutting down the feed.]