explosivecombat: (And we're seceding from the world)
Solf J Kimblee ([personal profile] explosivecombat) wrote2013-01-22 09:57 pm

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~
rocketralph: (watch your step buster)

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[personal profile] rocketralph 2013-01-23 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jeez another one claiming that Johto or whatever isn't a game. These are some serious characters, man.]

Yeah, sure, and the background music is just in my head. There's been a mistake, I'm not supposed to be on the Bad Guy team. I'm not even supposed to be here!
rocketralph: (explaining my point)

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[personal profile] rocketralph 2013-01-23 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ralph is actually quiet for a good moment. Fine. Okay. He'll humor this guy.]

Yes. This video game. I need to find my medal and get back to my game.
rocketralph: (wreck-your-face ralph)

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[personal profile] rocketralph 2013-01-23 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
No! Nobody's told me anything! I woke up with nothing but these weird clothes and a bossy yellow armadillo. There was this kid out in the hall, but she didn't know anything either.

[Ralph finally leans back from the gear. It's easy to see that he's now at the edge of the HQ lobby. He's been storming around the base in a huff since he woke up.]
rocketralph: (explaining my point)

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[personal profile] rocketralph 2013-01-23 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
I'd appreciate that. The faster we figure out what happened, the faster I can get outta your hair.

[He's not going anywhere.]
rocketralph: (pixels: >8/)

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[personal profile] rocketralph 2013-01-23 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hey, Kimblee. See that grumpy-looking brick wall wearing a little hat? That's your guy.]

[Ralph has been scanning the lobby and watching the Pokemon skitter by warily until the face he recognizes from his little video phone dohickey appears. Then he stands up and folds his arms.]


Start talkin', buddy.

rocketralph: (stupid badguy get-up)

[personal profile] rocketralph 2013-01-23 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[The wrecker has had a good long while to fume about his situation. He almost, ALMOST thinks about tugging out the edges of his regulation shirt to curtsy just like the strange girl with the horrible floating skull thing had done earlier.]

[But he doesn't. You have to be a Good Guy, Ralph. Stay cool.]


Ralph. Wreck-It Ralph.
rocketralph: (explaining my point)

[personal profile] rocketralph 2013-01-24 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Ralph's brows furrow as he converts everything Kimblee says back into game-speak. He's about decided the people in this game are either coded different than anyone he's ever met or just delusional.]

S'right, Fix-It Felix Jr. over by the far arcade wall. It's been sitting over there for thirty years. Thirty years of flawless gameplay might I add.

[He puffs his chest out just a bit.]

Never heard of Amestris. And just where is this?

[He hasn't heard anything about any new games and the more he looked at it, the less he was able to figure out what the 'point' of this game was or what the players were even supposed to do.]

[Or where the screen was. The FPS bot in Hero's Duty had been the first thing like that he'd ever seen. Maybe this game was even more advanced...it was sort of scary, actually.]
rocketralph: (What in tha...)

[personal profile] rocketralph 2013-01-24 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh thank goodness finally something that made SENSE. Pokemon, huh? It sounded like something he should have known about, but he couldn't really put a face with it...well. Besides all the faces around him.]

Well, that figures. I'm sure you guys do some fantastic work here, but I'm sorta tired of bein' the badguy sssooo...

[HO SNAP THOSE WERE MEDALS. LIKE EIGHT OF THEM. Ralph zones out temporarily. He's never seen anything like them. They're all different shapes and made out of something besides gold.]

[However Kimblee's other words finally click into place. Kimblee had left his 'game' as well, he'd said. But...]


Wait, wait, wait a second. Back up. Escape? You mean you can't leave? That doesn't make any sense. Who's playing this game?
rocketralph: (harumph)

[personal profile] rocketralph 2013-01-24 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
WHAT? [He looms over Kimblee, that temper of his finally flaring up.] I don't have time to be an armadillo walker or whatever the heck!

[From the sounds of it, it wasn't this Kimblee fellow keeping him here. This game was different. Ralph had wanted different but he didn't want this kind of different! He clenches his fists, but when he hears the word 'hero' his attention shifts.]

Yeah. Yeah, I would like to be a hero.

[Clearly the game they were in had to be broken. If he could help that would be even better than twenty medals. And he could rub that in Gene's stupid little Nicelander face. Yes.]
rocketralph: (What in tha...)

[personal profile] rocketralph 2013-01-24 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Ralph taps his chin thoughtfully as he takes all this in. You can almost hear the gears turning. He was pretty frustrated with himself at making all those space marines angry and then winding up in a busted game of all places...but this sounded doable. Fixable even.]

And just why is that exactly? Doesn't everybody know who the real bad guys are--the guys who broke the game?
rocketralph: (about that...)

[personal profile] rocketralph 2013-01-24 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Look out, Kimblee, here comes another one of those long thoughtful silences that just might end in another brain-cruncher. What Kimblee said made some sense. The girl with the Duskull didn't understand his game speak. Was it that...he and the other arcade games were just so oldschool that the new ones didn't even think of themselves as games anymore? Ralph had known he was an 8-bit villain for thirty years. He lived in the woods. They moved his stump. He wrecked their building. Day after day after day, quarter after quarter. He'd never known any different.]

[He tried to think of how weird it had to feel to these other 'out of the loop' people. Kimblee obviously knew his stuff. What he said sounded like a real problem. Ralph was pretty sure that if he tried to wrap his head any further around the idea of 'not a game' that he'd have a code aneurysm.]


Welp. That sounds like quite a pickle you got there, Mr. Kimberly. I'll do what I can.

[He offers a freakishly large hand for a shake.]
rocketralph: (about that...)

sorry for the delay! School stuff!

[personal profile] rocketralph 2013-02-04 08:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Not at all! Gloves or no gloves, it doesn't make any difference to Ralph. He stands up again and takes his hat off to scratch his head.]

So what should I do?