Solf J Kimblee (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
explosivecombat) wrote2013-05-09 11:51 am
explosivecombat) wrote2013-05-09 11:51 am
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- *audio,
- *text,
- @aradia megido,
- @barby,
- @carmen sandiego (here she is),
- @carter blake: bff 5ever,
- @crow hogan,
- @dist the rose (take him seriously),
- @envy,
- @frank archer's utter lack of subtlety,
- @ilya: partner in kittyface,
- @itachi uchiha,
- @jinguji ren,
- @karkat vantas' impressive profanity,
- @kayneth archibald e-rank luck,
- @king bowser,
- @lust,
- @miss rockbell,
- @mondo oowada,
- @obito uchiha's therapy no jutsu,
- @rude,
- @tsukiyomi ikuto,
- @wreck-it ralph: real johtan hero,
- admittedly less than fabulous,
- being you guys is suffering,
- hell are you even,
- i am superior,
- my social skills are flawless,
- my tiny violin tho,
- raid on the city knock out evil tusks,
- so fucking flawless,
- this is really stupid,
- why we can't have nice things
02X - Reintro. [Text/Locked Audio to the Rocket Frequency]
[TEXT]
[Well! Those of you on the network today will be greeted by a bit of audio late this morning, from a device ID that's been bouncing back all attempts at contact for the last several weeks.]
...Oh, that's cute.
[...well, if that wasn't the most triumphant return ever, I don't know what is.
At the very least, however, he seems to get over whatever he's almost audibly linefacing at long enough to realize that the device is recording something; he promptly switches the thing over to text - he's never really liked talking at the machine when he's addressing all of Johto.]
My, it seems this place does still have its sense of humor, doesn't it? And here I thought that perhaps I'd only lost three days at worst - it was a bit of a surprise to find out otherwise.
Ah, but that's neither here nor there, is it?
[Kimblee, hon.]
There's not much to report from home, unfortunately; however, it'll be a pleasure getting in contact with all of you again - hopefully you've all been at least reasonably well.
[Oh, well. At least he doesn't seem too off-put by the whole disappearing-for-a-month-and-a-half thing?]
[PRIVATE AUDIO - TEAM ROCKET FREQUENCY]
[...At least, not until the audio message that goes out over the private Rocket network a few minutes later; Kimblee's voice is cold and clipped, and the amiable "tone" from the text earlier is completely absent.
He has no idea if he still holds his rank or not; he suspects he doesn't. Like hell if he won't throw it around anyway. He's a bit displeased at his life basically being a .gif from Community, and he's going to figure out what in the good hell is going on if it kills him.]
This is Team Rocket Beta Solf J Kimblee, reporting back in for duty; to my superiors, I admit that I don't know what happened, but I assure you that it won't happen again.
To the rest of you - check in with me immediately, particularly if you're one of my subordinates. I'm receiving a lot of "ID Not Found" nonsense, and I need to know who's still present; given that and various things that I've had to hear about secondhand, I expect a full report regarding what happened here from someone, I'm not feeling particularly choosy right now.
New members to the organization - welcome to it, and you have my personal apologies for the disarray. For now, you're welcome to introduce yourselves; it'll serve you well to know that I'm good to those who are good to me. Again, prove yourself useful and you'll be rewarded.
None of this is a request. Allow me to make that much clear.
[...oh dear. Well. At least he's not in much position to actually do anything at the moment - this is Team Rocket we're talking about, and if somebody's on the network very vocally overstating their importance and/or competence, that means it's pretty much a day ending in Y.]
[Well! Those of you on the network today will be greeted by a bit of audio late this morning, from a device ID that's been bouncing back all attempts at contact for the last several weeks.]
...Oh, that's cute.
[...well, if that wasn't the most triumphant return ever, I don't know what is.
At the very least, however, he seems to get over whatever he's almost audibly linefacing at long enough to realize that the device is recording something; he promptly switches the thing over to text - he's never really liked talking at the machine when he's addressing all of Johto.]
My, it seems this place does still have its sense of humor, doesn't it? And here I thought that perhaps I'd only lost three days at worst - it was a bit of a surprise to find out otherwise.
Ah, but that's neither here nor there, is it?
[Kimblee, hon.]
There's not much to report from home, unfortunately; however, it'll be a pleasure getting in contact with all of you again - hopefully you've all been at least reasonably well.
[Oh, well. At least he doesn't seem too off-put by the whole disappearing-for-a-month-and-a-half thing?]
[PRIVATE AUDIO - TEAM ROCKET FREQUENCY]
[...At least, not until the audio message that goes out over the private Rocket network a few minutes later; Kimblee's voice is cold and clipped, and the amiable "tone" from the text earlier is completely absent.
He has no idea if he still holds his rank or not; he suspects he doesn't. Like hell if he won't throw it around anyway. He's a bit displeased at his life basically being a .gif from Community, and he's going to figure out what in the good hell is going on if it kills him.]
This is Team Rocket Beta Solf J Kimblee, reporting back in for duty; to my superiors, I admit that I don't know what happened, but I assure you that it won't happen again.
To the rest of you - check in with me immediately, particularly if you're one of my subordinates. I'm receiving a lot of "ID Not Found" nonsense, and I need to know who's still present; given that and various things that I've had to hear about secondhand, I expect a full report regarding what happened here from someone, I'm not feeling particularly choosy right now.
New members to the organization - welcome to it, and you have my personal apologies for the disarray. For now, you're welcome to introduce yourselves; it'll serve you well to know that I'm good to those who are good to me. Again, prove yourself useful and you'll be rewarded.
None of this is a request. Allow me to make that much clear.
[...oh dear. Well. At least he's not in much position to actually do anything at the moment - this is Team Rocket we're talking about, and if somebody's on the network very vocally overstating their importance and/or competence, that means it's pretty much a day ending in Y.]
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I'll show her that you're back soon. She'll be overjoyed.
[She nods emphatically.] That's right. Apparently Miss Clair is a cousin to the Champion, Mister Lance, and they have a huge mansion in a place called Tohjo Falls. No one actually knows how to find it except her, the Elite Four, and I think the other Gym Leaders. I tried to pay attention to where we were going, but I think they kept looping around and taking long detours on purpose, so I couldn't remember the way. I don't think anyone else could either.
It was incredibly fancy, and stuffed with books and trophies belonging to the Elite Four. Most of the Gym Leaders were there, but I didn't actually see any of the Four. I don't know why.
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Ah, how disappointing that they didn't make an appearance - that seems to be what a fair amount have said. Though I can't imagine why they're keeping this place of theirs such a secret; from what I understand we're supposed to challenge them eventually, to complete this entire badge task that we've been set to.
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[She personally thinks it's far more likely they just didn't want to get swarmed. Then again, as she said, she hasn't ever talked to Clair...]
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I suppose it comes down to a question of whether you prefer to have to buy things to placate a teenager, or wait until a grown woman is done having a temper tantrum and possibly needing to find someone to intervene.
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... I'm a little surprised her party went so well, considering that. It was actually a very enjoyable time.