Solf J Kimblee (
explosivecombat) wrote2013-03-08 11:42 am
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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.]
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[And he does! That actually gets him to brighten up a bit.]
You really are leaving just to figure out what to do.
[...Like this really hadn't occurred to him...]
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[...can you sense the orz?]
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Well...you know that I tend to keep things like that to myself. I'm not...terribly good with discussing things of that nature.
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Like I am? You know you can talk to me about anything, no matter how awkward it might be. I've certainly had my fair share of horribly awkward moments around you.
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[And with that he approaches that desk, leaning against it; despite his words, the gesture is casual, and he doesn't seem too displeased - that light smirk is back.]
I'm here because I've sworn loyalty to you, not because I'm going to harm you. I don't care how many bridges I have to burn in the process; that isn't going to change.
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[And for once he actually sounds glad!]
I apologize for being... difficult, then. I'll be more open if I have problems with you in the future. Hopefully we can resolve things easier.
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[He stands up again after that; he does seem pleased with the outcome, at least.]
Now, I have battles to prepare for - I trust there's nothing else?
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[Here, catch! It's a Pokéball!]
I figure you'll want some time for him to adapt to your commands. You don't want any mishaps, do you?
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Consider it appreciated, Archer.
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