explosivecombat | 021. [Anonymous Text + Images/Locked Audio

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[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.]

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[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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I have reasons, yes. More to the point, I have theories.

You said you work in the laboratories; might I ask how well-acquainted with the machinery there you are? Do you understand it, or are you still learning it?

[Well, now you really have his attention.]

It is more or less on the same level of the machinery in my world, so I am very familiar with it.

In that case, I believe I know of a way to return us all to the worlds we came from; I would like to meet with you in person sometime soon to discuss the plausibility of it - and should there be some basis for it, we can work from there. Does this sound like something you might be willing to indulge me with?

[Oh, oh this is good. He responds with a strange sense of urgency.]

You also believe it involves a machine, don't you?

[He's not alone in this hypothesis, take that Kayneth--

However, he reins himself in a bit after that slight outburst. Patience, Dimitri.]

... Excuse me. Yes, I am willing to meet with you. I can usually be found in the laboratories, but if you would meet somewhere more private, you are free to contact me when you are ready.

[Oh, that seems to amuse him.]

I'll be sure to do so, then - especially now, as I'm interested to see what you've come up with on your own. Because I do believe it to be a machine's doing; it's the most logical explanation I have at the moment. I take it this is a theory you've been entertaining for some time...?

[...actually, just. Hang on.]

I'll meet you in the labs, if you don't mind, Mr Allen. Give me a few minutes.

[Good, he'd rather do this sooner than later.]

I don't mind at all. As for your question, I will give you a proper response when you arrive, but in short, yes.

Excellent. I won't keep you waiting, then.

[And he certainly won't; he's rather accustomed to the labs, having met Kato here many times in the past, though he isn't...quite sure what to expect from Dimitri. He can only hope that the man won't be in a dress or anything else odd; the science division tends to be a bit...colorful...like that...]

[Thankfully Kimblee won't be greeted by a man in a dress or weird collar. When you compare him to the rest of the science division, Dimitri looks relatively normal? Aside from the distinct lack of sleep evident on his face.

When Kimblee enters, Dimitri, who had been sitting back in his chair as he waited, attentively gets up to greet him. At least, he figures it's the man he was talking to minutes ago because no one else has come by since.]

Mr. Kimblee, I presume?

[He's already extending a hand to be sure.]

Ah, Mr Allen, isn't it?

[...oh my god

you're so tiny]

Forgive me for asking, but you're not from London by any chance, are you?

[Ah yes, there's that too. You know, maybe you're all just really tall. 8|

He gives a curt nod.]

Correct. And yes, I am from London. Why do you ask? [Because that kind of came out of nowhere considering the things they have been discussing.]

[...he just wants to know what's in the water in London. All three of you here are so tiny. And then there was Clive...

But for now, you can have kittyface and a not-altogether-honest answer.]

Simple curiosity, really. I believed I recognized your accent, as a friend of mine has the same one - as does another member of the science division, if I'm not mistaken, Jean Descole?

Ah, but at any rate - it's quite the pleasure to meet you; we seem to have a fair amount to discuss, don't we?

[Laytonverse London is definitely not normal.

Dimitri accepts that answer easily enough; he figured the reason would be somewhere along those lines.]

Ah, I see. There seems to be a fair number of London natives here, yes.

[But yeah, moving along...]

A pleasure indeed. And yes, we do. Why don't we have a seat?

[He offers an open seat near where he was sitting moments ago.]

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