explosivecombat: (Someone needs to listen more carefully)
Solf J Kimblee ([personal profile] explosivecombat) wrote2013-06-02 05:33 pm

02?. [Action/Text - Fourth Wall]

[Kimblee has just kind of accepted this sort of thing, regarding those odd weekends where, for some completely arbitrary reason, everything is beautiful and nothing hurts (assuming that no one happens to get in the way of the explosions he's usually laying down); however, this time around he hasn't seen Archer all weekend, he's been unbelievably agitated for some reason he can't work out, and about the only saving grace is that he seems to have awakened in the Lake of Rage area today.

He can't say he minds.

He's got his gloves off today, if anyone is in the immediate area through either intent or chance; surprisingly, he isn't transmuting...obviously, though what he's doing makes it rather clear that something's going on before too long - he's never been any sort of particular genius when it comes to chemistry, but he knows certain things when he sees them, and he's currently picking up rocks along the shore, appearing to assess them as he holds them before a flash of blue fires off and he throws the result into the water.

It's surprisingly easy to get a good transference going, to get sodium out of the rocks by the waterfront; of course, sodium in water is known to make one hell of a bang. Admittedly, it's not a very aesthetically pleasing bang, but he's working on it, okay.

Of course, there are some other signs in the area that his activities haven't been quite so docile (if blowing up the surface of a lake filled with terrifying sea serpents can be considered docile); there are some rather impressive swaths cut into the ground by what look like something ripping it all up from within. However, for the time being he seems pretty content to be bored, seeming to have calmed down from the earlier...fit that caused all that; he'll be having at the whole sodium thing for a while tonight.

Granted, for those not in the area, he'll be showing up over the device later - not via video, but via text, as per usual.]


I trust you've all been enjoying playing with your toys. Some of my most prized ones weren't returned to me this time around; I'm assuming this means they're still in the region somewhere.

I imagine I'll find them eventually.

However, for the time being I find that I really can't complain; the most relevant part of what I can do is functional again, and if I had to select between having my abilities with no enhancements and no abilities at all, choosing the latter to spite the former would be tantamount to solving the problem of a low doorway by cutting off my head.

Indulge me in my curiosity, however: were things like this weekend to be something controllable, something you could do at will, what would you bring here and what sort of abilities would you retain from you world - given power like this on a regular basis, what would you do with it?

[Video]

[personal profile] boomby9am 2013-06-03 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Demolitions. He could talk about that for days. And will if prompted.]

Done a bit of that myself for the Commander I know. Done some surveillance too. Prefer the former though. Making things go boom’s a hobby of mine, but if Cobra Commander tells me to wait, then well, orders are orders. Being a soldier, I’m sure you know all about that.

Thanks for the tip though. I'll be sure to put that to good use.
itsjustdust: (I wouldn't call this a smirk precisely..)

Action!

[personal profile] itsjustdust 2013-06-03 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Been there, done that, ended up smooshed by a very big rock in the process, but it isn't exactly something to get into the habit of...]

It's good to finally see you in person.

Been having fun?
snapandscoot: (/wink)

[action]

[personal profile] snapandscoot 2013-06-03 11:06 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a sharp pause between one explosion and the preparation for the next, and it's in that silence that a voice rings out from close behind Kimblee, familiar and chirpy as always - her accent is stronger, having returned with a vengeance once she was immersed back in the hustle and bustle of London, Johto left far behind, a blank photograph that she could've sworn had a picture in it. Nothing but a non-existent memory.

Until now.]


Well, that's one way to spice up skipping pebbles, but I prefer the traditional manner, myself.

[Emmy is standing only metres from him, arms behind her back, leaning her weight on one leg, seemingly impervious to the battered landscape. She'd seen Pokemon battles leave far worse; in a way, it's pleasantly nostalgic.

She wondered why she had been brought here, of all places; not that she was complaining, but it seemed an odd choice. As beautiful as it was, there was nothing here for her at Lake of Rage. Or so she thought.

Emmy greets him with a playful wink - it seems easiest, and she'd rather not get too emotional just yet.]


You may be able to convince me otherwise, however...Mr Kimblee.
kingsgreed: (I did not just see that)

[personal profile] kingsgreed 2013-06-03 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I don't really get along with them, most of the time.
itsjustdust: (I am a sly fox yes I am)

Action!

[personal profile] itsjustdust 2013-06-04 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
[REALLY, NOT BECOMING A HABIT!]

True, I missed my chakra like mad while it was gone. I've been kinda abusing the ability while i have it, you know?
glaciates: (Default)

[personal profile] glaciates 2013-06-04 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I'd like that.

[He grins at that, incredibly pleased with what Kimblee's implying.]
snapandscoot: (Happy)

[personal profile] snapandscoot 2013-06-04 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Walking down the bank until she's standing by his side, Emmy looks out over the lake; it's as peaceful as always (well, until Kimblee hurls his next exploding stone, that is.] 

It's quite nice to be back, really. I...well. When I arrived back in London I had no memory of even being gone, but for a few weeks I felt this overwhelming sense of loss, even though everything in my life was as it should be. 

[Emmy runs a hand through her hair once she's finished speaking; it's amazing how quickly it's grown back. She didn't really like the cut she'd had in Monte D'or anyway. Smiling, she turns to face Kimblee. Now that she's returned, she can't believe she ever forgot his face.] 

A literal case of not knowing what I was missing! I...it's really good to see you again, Mr Kimblee. Especially here - our favourite place! 

[Fortunately, Emmy manages to keep her voice steady, even though the urge to just leap into his arms and pour her heart out is almost overpowering. Things at home are moving far faster than she would like, far too fast, so being here, where things are so...easy, so peaceful (even with Team Rocket and Seth running around - she'd much rather put her life on the line fighting them with a free conscience than have to look the Professor in the eyes and lie to him every single day)...it's almost too much for her.] 

It's...this moment, Mr Kimblee...it's perfect. It's really perfect. I never want it to end. 

[Here, she feels free.] 

I missed you so much.
snapandscoot: (well that wasn't the right answer)

[personal profile] snapandscoot 2013-06-04 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Her eyes widen slightly in shock, and her reply comes quickly - far too quickly to be legitimate, more a kneejerk reaction than an honest answer.] 

I...n-no, nothing-everything is fine. What makes you ask?

[It's been so long that she's forgotten how easily he reads her - idiot! She can keep up the facade in front of Professor Layton for months, but she can't fool Kimblee for a night?]
snapandscoot: (grrrrrrrrrrrr)

[personal profile] snapandscoot 2013-06-04 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
...........

[Emmy pauses, staring out over the lake with a pained expression on her face. She can sense that she hasn't been sent here to stay for long - her connection to London just....feels stronger than last time, like the door is slightly ajar rather than closed, waiting for her to walk back through it. This could be the last time she ever sees Kimblee - does she really want his final memory of her to be....the truth?]

....I....

[It's so much easier to hold up the facade in London, when everything depends on it. But here....]

....I...I haven't been c-completely honest with you, I...

[She can feel the tears starting (how long has it been since she's cried?), so Emmy buries her face in her hands, shoulders trembling.]
snapandscoot: (Waiting)

[personal profile] snapandscoot 2013-06-04 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
....I'm a double agent.

[She's surprised at how easily it comes out, despite the fact that it's her darkest secret. But Kimblee's hands feel familiar and comforting, his touch on her shoulder warm and welcomed and real...unlike that of her real boss. Something about him has always rubbed her the wrong way, but who is she to judge the man who saved her? She sniffs softly, wiping her eyes, and continues.]

I was planted as Professor Layton's assistant so I could get close to him, and stop him interfering with the plans of the group I work for. Soon we're....he's going to clash with them, and I'll be forced to...ensure he doesn't interfere.

I'm...not a very good person.

[Emmy laughs softly after that. It's an amazing feeling, getting all that off her chest. Even if she's still crying.]

Not a very good person at all.
snapandscoot: (Assistant Number 1!)

[personal profile] snapandscoot 2013-06-04 10:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Emmy just shakes her head, albeit soft enough to ensure Kimblee's hand is not dislodged.]

No, I'm not. Proper ladies don't deceive wonderful people like the Professor and Luke. Frankly, I'm rather horrid.

[Wiping her tears, Emmy sighs deeply.]

You're far too much of a gentleman to associate with someone like me, Mr Kimblee. But...thank you for listening to me. I don't really have any friends like you back home.

[A pause, and another self-deprecating laugh.]

Well, not real ones. You're the first one I've had in...quite a long time.
snapandscoot: (whimsical)

[personal profile] snapandscoot 2013-06-04 10:35 am (UTC)(link)
....well, I...honestly, if I had the choice I'd rather not be doing this sort of thing, but I owe it to someone who helped me. My uncle. So, I...

[Emmy sighs again, crossing her arms.]

No, that doesn't work - I'm still doing it, so I don't have any excuses. I feel bad but I know my uncle wouldn't lie to me.

[...would he?

Furiously forcing that thought out of her head, Emmy looks up at Kimblee and smiles.]


Lake of Rage is our favourite location for confessions, I suppose. I can try and think of a more pleasant one, if you like?

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