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explosivecombat) wrote2013-03-08 11:42 am
explosivecombat) wrote2013-03-08 11:42 am
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- **anonymous,
- *text,
- *video,
- archer's gonna kill him,
- because awesome that's why,
- come at me bro,
- good ideas are clearly relative concepts,
- how edgy of you,
- i am superior,
- just thought he'd ask,
- no sense of self-preservation,
- not slacking off for once,
- one-man army,
- raid on the city knock out evil tusks,
- sanity is so passé,
- ten points to ego,
- the greater internet fuckwad theory,
- this is really stupid,
- tonight we're going hard,
- well that's needlessly sinister,
- why we can't have nice things
023. [Anonymous Text + Images/Video]
[An anonymous text will be going out to the network today; the ID is consistent with the one that usually sends out things along these lines from Seth.
Surprisingly (and lbr, probably refreshingly), there aren't any images of Seth's "work" prefacing the text; it simply gets to the point.]
It's been a year since we first met. As predicted, I'm still doing just fine. Those who stated I would be caught before the year mark have officially failed in their task.
But as I've said before, I like to level the playing field a bit once in a while. It keeps things interesting for me. And since people in this place tend to like their anniversaries, I thought I would celebrate mine with an invitation for you.
I'm in Goldenrod City for the next week. If you want a battle, you're more than welcome to it.
I have eyes all over the city. Set up a trap for me and I'll know. But meet me as my equal and you'll be rewarded.
No tricks. No lies. Just battle.
Contact me and we'll see what can be arranged.
[The text is punctuated with an image, taken in what appears to be a mostly-dark meeting room; the focus of the picture is on a set of six Ultra Balls, shining dimly from what little light is illuminating the room. Visible behind the table they're set on is what's clearly a Team Rocket member, visible from the upper chest to about his hips; he's leaning against the table, gloved hands braced on either side of the set of Ultra Balls, and as usual, the red R insignia on his shirt is able to be seen easily enough.
The second attachment is a brief video. Though his face is still out of the shot, the Rocket in question seems to have seated himself behind that table; the Ultra Balls are still displayed in front of him, but a white card is obscuring some of them, pinned between two of his fingers. The card is handwritten in thick, blocky lettering, as though they've been written over repeatedly, obscuring the handwriting and making them less identifiable.
MY NAME IS SETH. A YEAR AGO TODAY, I BEGAN MY WORK.
AND I KNOW SOME OF YOU HAVE WANTED TO MEET ME IN PERSON.
He turns the card over slowly; there are two words written on the back, in the same style as the front.
ANY CHALLENGERS?]
[OOC]
[If there are any takers when it comes to this challenge of Kimblee's, there will be a log set up later this week to accommodate all your battling needs! This post is for the sake of arranging such things, should anyone be interested in trying to throttle the bastard. This isn't a plot so much as it is a post in two parts, so to speak.]
Surprisingly (and lbr, probably refreshingly), there aren't any images of Seth's "work" prefacing the text; it simply gets to the point.]
It's been a year since we first met. As predicted, I'm still doing just fine. Those who stated I would be caught before the year mark have officially failed in their task.
But as I've said before, I like to level the playing field a bit once in a while. It keeps things interesting for me. And since people in this place tend to like their anniversaries, I thought I would celebrate mine with an invitation for you.
I'm in Goldenrod City for the next week. If you want a battle, you're more than welcome to it.
I have eyes all over the city. Set up a trap for me and I'll know. But meet me as my equal and you'll be rewarded.
No tricks. No lies. Just battle.
Contact me and we'll see what can be arranged.
[The text is punctuated with an image, taken in what appears to be a mostly-dark meeting room; the focus of the picture is on a set of six Ultra Balls, shining dimly from what little light is illuminating the room. Visible behind the table they're set on is what's clearly a Team Rocket member, visible from the upper chest to about his hips; he's leaning against the table, gloved hands braced on either side of the set of Ultra Balls, and as usual, the red R insignia on his shirt is able to be seen easily enough.
The second attachment is a brief video. Though his face is still out of the shot, the Rocket in question seems to have seated himself behind that table; the Ultra Balls are still displayed in front of him, but a white card is obscuring some of them, pinned between two of his fingers. The card is handwritten in thick, blocky lettering, as though they've been written over repeatedly, obscuring the handwriting and making them less identifiable.
MY NAME IS SETH. A YEAR AGO TODAY, I BEGAN MY WORK.
AND I KNOW SOME OF YOU HAVE WANTED TO MEET ME IN PERSON.
He turns the card over slowly; there are two words written on the back, in the same style as the front.
ANY CHALLENGERS?]
[OOC]
[If there are any takers when it comes to this challenge of Kimblee's, there will be a log set up later this week to accommodate all your battling needs! This post is for the sake of arranging such things, should anyone be interested in trying to throttle the bastard. This isn't a plot so much as it is a post in two parts, so to speak.]
[text]
[...not that Armstrong has any right to call people 'strange individuals', but details. He's been monitoring Seth's activities for a while but choosing not to engage him, instead studying his conversations over the network, pondering what could be done. It's been quite the investigation. Now that the opportunity to meet the man in question has arisen, he finds he can't resist the temptation, especially when battle is offered. It's what he does, after all.]
You'll find me more than acceptable if it's a bout you're after; I can promise you that.
[anonymous text forever]
Armstrong what in the good hell are you doing here]
I couldn't tell you without knowing what it is you've heard; at the same time, I'm told I'm a bit distinctive.
Should you be interested in challenging me, you're more than welcome, but I have to admit I'm curious about why you're so interested.
no subject
Anyway, Armstrong is calm, but his next text betrays his true feelings, if only slightly.]
I've seen your activities on the network, and I must admit curiousity regarding how you would handle someone who can actually fight back.
[You may or may not be on his shitlist, fyi.]
no subject
well
that's perfectly okay then ugh no really]
Interesting that I don't remember hearing from you before. You've been doing so well at finding me, if I've offended you that much.
But I see no reason to not humor you; name your time and chosen location.
no subject
You're assuming a lot, my friend, but now I've found you with no effort at all, haven't I?
[After a small delay in which Armstrong ponders his options, a second message arrives.]
I would prefer the morning - are you familiar with the northern outskirts of Goldenrod City?
no subject
[...is he going to regret asking this]
no subject
yes]
I'm the sort to awaken at the crack of dawn, my friend, but would 9am be more palatable for you?
no subject
Much more palatable, yes.
Meet me in five days' time, then, and you'll have your battle. I assume it goes without saying that this is between you and I only, and not involving any outside forces; renege on our agreement and the entire thing is off. Understood?
no subject
[Hey, it would be no fun otherwise, after all.]
One final question; would a three-on-three match be acceptable?
no subject
I look forward to our battle, then; while I'm aware my word likely means very little to you, I intend to keep it at least somewhat honorable.