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[explosivecombat]

[TEXT; LOCKED TO doitrockapella]

The offer for conversation is always open, should you desire to take me up on it; I can't guarantee that I'll respond immediately, nor will it necessarily be the response you want, but I'll always respond in some way.

In the name of enlightened discourse.

Comments

[explosivecombat]

[...actually...]

Not yet.

[doitrockapella]

[Oh what the hell]

Not yet.

[explosivecombat]

Avoid Fuschia City for the next several days, if you will.

[doitrockapella]

I can't avoid Fuchsia. That's my route back to the mainland.

[explosivecombat]

Can't you delay it for a while?

[doitrockapella]

And do what, go play on the volcano again?

Look, I'll...figure something out.

[explosivecombat]

Don't get like that with me. You asked me to warn you; I've done so.

[doitrockapella]

I know. You're not responsible for me any further than that, don't worry. It just throws an unexpected wrench in some of my plans, that's all.

Setting aside all the usual reasons why I might be frustrated, I mean; I'd rather just stipulate to my usual objections and not go through all that again, if possible.

[explosivecombat]

You don't understand. It's best for you to be somewhere that there's relatively nothing.

[doitrockapella]

...

Is that because that means I'm also somewhere where there's nothing worth attacking?

[explosivecombat]

Yes.

[doitrockapella]

Then what don't I understand?

[explosivecombat]

I can't tell you where we are attacking.

[doitrockapella]

It's Fuchsia. The likely targets are the gym, the fighting studio, or the film studios. It's not all that hard to guess, if you've been there before and know the area.

[explosivecombat]

Fuschia is my assignment.

[doitrockapella]

...

So you don't want me going anywhere because I might end up in another place that's going to be attacked. One you can't warn me about?

[explosivecombat]

There's no way for me to warn you about the others. It's not even a matter of being ordered not to; I literally don't know what they are.

[doitrockapella]

Are they all coordinated to go off at the same time?

[explosivecombat]

Yes. To my knowledge, anyway.

[doitrockapella]

...

Was this your superior's idea?

[explosivecombat]

No, it wasn't. He would know better than to keep me in the dark; he always tells me exactly what we're doing.

[doitrockapella]

...Oh, don't tell me it's that hissing idiot.

[explosivecombat]

"Ask me no questions..."

[doitrockapella]

It was either that or your illustrious employers. I had a fifty-fifty chance.

Now I'm regretting ever giving him back his costume.

[explosivecombat]

...This is a bit beside the point, isn't it?