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
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- **anonymous,
- *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~
[video] 2/2
Together,]
RRRRRRRRULE~!
[Both their Houndours bark to punctuate it.]
[video]
...well. I certainly can't say that I disagree with your message, let's put it that way. Survival is to be earned, not taken for granted; I may not be of the legions of the underworld myself, but I've served some equivalent of them well for quite some time, back in my own country. I think we'll get along quite well, in the end.
How are you finding the organization so far? To your liking, I hope.
[video]
[ Whoops, did they get carried away? Time to snap back to attention.
Scanty's been out and about more than Kneesocks has, so she speaks for the both of them. And, well. Her experiences have been mixed, to say the least, but...wow, this is surreal. Prior to coming here she's never had a superior actually ask for her opinion. ]
It is without a doubt the finest element this country has to offer! The training served as an excellent foundation, and the attention paid to even the most lowly of new recruits quite gratifying....assuming we may be so bold.
[video] ...okay oh my god why did that not send, I am so sorry
You certainly may - and the compliment is appreciated, though I wouldn't go so far as to call you lowly; as was mentioned, I'm one of the 'foreigners' here as well. I started in your position and worked my way up; it's entirely possible, and judging by what you're showing me, I wouldn't be surprised if you managed it yourself eventually.
I can help both of you with that, should you be interested; I enjoy assisting our new recruits, and should there be anything you need, you can always let me know.