explosivecombat | 023. [Anonymous Text + Images/Video]

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.]

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And as usual, this is entirely my fault.

That isn't what I said.

No, but you're doing a damn good job implying it.

[Archer if you keep this up then so help him he will hit you with a chair - ]

I asked you to temper your speech. You refuse to take any responsibility and instead provided me with excuses. Yes, this much is your fault. Not everything. This. Better?

I provided you with reasons for why I have difficulty tempering my speech. Not excuses. As usual, you responded by completely ignoring everything I was saying and dismissing it entirely. I apologize if it came off as making excuses; that not my intent.

[......]

Answer something for me. Why do you think I leave?

I promise this is relevant; I'm not saying that I'm going to leave you now. I just want to know what you think in regards to why I do it. Do you believe I'm punishing you?

[Why is this relevant if he isn't going to leave?]

...Yes, I do believe that's part of it. Though I imagine it's to give us both some time to cool off before we attempt to work things out.

Then you need to learn that not everything is about you.

I leave because I can't handle being around you anymore. I'm not trying to manipulate you. I'm not trying to punish you. I simply can't take it anymore.

This entire discussion has been you yelling at me about how manipulative I am for not being able to simply stand here and take it if you want to punish me for no reason. What a terrible person I am for not tolerating your treatment. Because if I leave, it's hurting you.

Your mindset is so self-centered it disgusts me, in regards to this. Do you honestly not understand why it's repulsive to tell someone they have to tolerate the sort of things you intentionally and knowingly do, because it's going to hurt you if they don't?

[Archer stares at Kimblee in disbelief. Did he really just say that?]

You need to learn to pay attention. If I believed that everything was about me do you think I would bother with half the shit I do for you? I have been working myself ragged to make sure this next attack will go off without a hitch. Why? I certainly don't need to attack anyone. I would be perfectly fine waiting until the right moment to strike the Executives and never bothering with any other minor attacks. I have more than enough to earn another promotion. There is literally no reason for me to bother attacking anyone else.

But I'm doing all this for you. You want to be entertained, you want to fight, and you want to be allowed to be as reckless as you desire. Fine. I don't like it, but I can set things up for you and make sure that things will go well. I have been doing everything in my power to make sure that this will go smoothly and that my Pokémon can handle the stress of controlling a Gym Leader so you won't have to deal with it. You told me how badly that bothered you and I've listened. I told you that you won't have to go through that again, but that is a crucial part of this plan. I've been working to make sure that my Pokémon can handle that part alone.

That's not the extent of it and you know that. If I didn't care about you, do you really think I would try so hard to please you? To make sure that you're at least content? I can't make you happy, Kimblee. I've accepted that. I do what I can for you. And yet you turn around and claim that I'm selfish when I explain why I do the things that I do? Do you think I like being this way? Do you think I enjoy driving everyone away? Do you think I want to fight with you about this?

And you have the audacity to claim that I only think about myself.

[He folds his hands and leans his chin against them, but it doesn't do much to hide just how badly he's shaking.]

I'm not telling you to tolerate the way I treat you. You want me to work on changing, fine. I've already told you that I've done everything I can think of to change, but fine. I'll try again just for you. All I'm asking is that you give me space when I ask for it. That's it. But no, that's apparently asking for too damn much, isn't it?

You don't know when to back off. I thought it was just you being particularly bullheaded, but now I genuinely think that you don't understand. I need time to work through things on my own. I never wanted to tell you about Kimbley and what happened in my version of Amestris. Was it the right choice? Probably not. Would I have told you eventually? Yes. But no, you backed me into a corner and forced answers out of me; you have forced me into talking numerous times about things I didn't want to discuss. I chose to engage you in this argument, but this is one of the few times that I have actively had a choice in the matter.

Yes, I shriek at you and say things I never should say when we're arguing and yes, sometimes I do initiate the arguments. I'm not perfect. But for all those other times where I haven't wanted to discuss things with you and when I haven't wanted to get into an argument like this, you've constantly pushed me into it. Allow me to have my space when I ask for it. That's all I'm asking. I'll work on tempering my speech if you'll work on listening when I tell you to back off.

And yet from the beginning, every time I've backed off when you told me to, either the situation has escalated or you've actively gotten angry with me for not continuing to press you. You can't have it both ways, Archer; you made it clear early on that if I want to get anywhere with you, it's going to be like pulling teeth. If you want me to stop pressing you, you can't act angry with me when I don't continue to press you, which you consistently do.

I didn't always know what I wanted, Kimblee. That's why I reacted that way. I have a better understanding of it now and that won't happen again.

[...And if it does, he can always just tell you later.]

The point remains that you're punishing me for doing exactly what you taught me I need to do to get through to you at all. You can't just move the markers like that, Archer; not without letting me know. You just assume that I'll know these things when I don't.

I never wanted you to press me like this! I never told you to do that!

And this is what I was talking about earlier; everything is always my fault. You don't even once consider that maybe you're taking things a little too far. No. Because I said that I would be difficult to deal with, that obviously means that you should press me about every single little thing and never give me time to figure out what to say or how to properly express it. I'm in the wrong. As always.

That pisses me off more than anything else you do, Kimblee. You never admit you're wrong. Yes, yes, you're proud and all that, but so am I. Look at the number of times I've apologized to you. Yes, I've fucked up more often than you have and yes, I have owed you the majority of those apologies. The ones I haven't? I've apologized because I'm sick and damn tired of fighting with you. I just want it to be over.

But I'm not taking the blame for this. Not when you refuse to accept that you could possibly be wrong. If there's even a tiny margin, you'll take it and place the blame on everyone else. That doesn't fucking work, Kimblee. How have you not realized that by now? I've realized it, and I can be particularly thick. You have to accept some responsibility for the things you do! You can't just blame it on everyone else!

[...wait wait wait what]

...all right, semantics aside because I'm not getting into what you said and what you implied - I'm not blaming this on you in the first place.

That's what it's sounding like. You're blaming me for teaching you to treat me this way, when I never said anything about constantly pressing me for information. Yes, I said I'm difficult, but that's not what I meant.

I don't see how that's not blaming me.

What I'm referring to isn't anything you said so much as it is the fact that every time I didn't press you, you would actively get angry with me, but that is seriously neither here nor there right now - the point is that that isn't what I said. You need to tell me if circumstances change because I won't understand otherwise - the fault there is with me, not you...?

No, but the way you worded it made it sound like you were laying the blame on me.

[...Admittedly, he's kind of looking confused as well now, um...]

Look, the point is that the way you word things makes it sound like you're blaming me, even when you're apparently not.

I'm aware that my wording tends to be a bit strong sometimes, perhaps, but...no, I...?

[...what even has happened here]

I wouldn't be this angry about it if it hadn't happened before.

[His guess is as good as yours.]

I'll...work on that, then, I suppose...

[no really what the fuck, Archer]

Can you at least tell me if something like this is that much of an issue in the future?

...Yes, of course, I just... didn't want to get into a fight with you because I figured that it was... not something you were doing accidentally...

[GOD THIS IS AWKWARD]

...Archer, this argument is the first time I've heard nearly all of these complaints. I can't fix anything if I don't know what you're wanting me to fix.

Yes, I know that. I just really don't like fighting with you and whenever this sort of thing comes up, we usually get into a massive fight that results in you leaving.

[So pretending that everything is A-okay is a great alternative!!!]

[OH MY FUCKING GOD ARCHER

HE THINKS HE SEES WHAT HAPPENED HERE

HE ALSO THINKS IT'S BROKEN HIS FACIAL EXPRESSIONS JFC]

...you...do realize that part of the reason the fights get so bad is because we don't say anything until we're thoroughly wanting to rip one another's heads off, don't you...

Edited 2013-03-10 00:37 (UTC)

[.............................]

...And not discussing these sorts of things is why we get so angry in the first place...

[OH GOD

HIS MIND HAS BEEN BLOWN]

...Ah. Well. In that case, I apologize for... the misunderstanding...

[orz]

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