[The sound of explosions immediately puts him on edge, but it's not because the sound is a familiar or expected one. The last explosion he heard was a grenade, and that one had severely damaged the human side of him. He was damn lucky he was half-automail, otherwise he wouldn't have survived that blast.
Not that it really mattered in the end; he was killed by Hawkeye. Shot in the back of all things. He was still furious about it.
But it was nice to be back in Johto. He remembered this place well, even though it felt like it had been years since he was last here. It couldn't have been that long, Archer knew that, but that didn't change the feeling any.
He finally calms down when he realizes that this must be one of those weekends when everything goes weird - that would explain the explosions, wouldn't it? Or maybe it's just a Pokémon using Explosion? No, he doubts there would be that many explosions if it were just Pokémon. Besides, the only ones nearby are in the old base, and he doubts anyone would bring the Electrodes all the way up here.
Archer moves toward the explosions, finding that his movements are as smooth as they were when he was operating at peak efficiency. The damage his automail sustained has been reversed and everything is back to normal. He smiles, a genuine expression that looks even creepier than his usual smirk.
That smile widens when he recognizes the man causing the explosions. Kimblee. He has very fond memories of Kimblee as well. They weren't just friends, they were much closer than that. They were a superior and a subordinate, but that makes the relationship sound far more distant than it actually was. He was closer to Kimblee than he had ever been to anyone else, something he had forgotten all about while he was at home.]
I'm surprised you aren't doing anything more destructive.
[The words are humorous, though Archer doesn't move his mouth to talk. His voice is tinged with a mechanical quality the automail can't quite get rid of, but Archer doesn't even notice it anymore. It's normal. This is what he's like now. It doesn't even occur to him that Kimblee hasn't seen him like this.]
Shouldn't you be trying to fight the Pokémon yourself?
[He tips his head a bit, automail adjusting with the motion flawlessly. It feels good to have it react accordingly again.]
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Not that it really mattered in the end; he was killed by Hawkeye. Shot in the back of all things. He was still furious about it.
But it was nice to be back in Johto. He remembered this place well, even though it felt like it had been years since he was last here. It couldn't have been that long, Archer knew that, but that didn't change the feeling any.
He finally calms down when he realizes that this must be one of those weekends when everything goes weird - that would explain the explosions, wouldn't it? Or maybe it's just a Pokémon using Explosion? No, he doubts there would be that many explosions if it were just Pokémon. Besides, the only ones nearby are in the old base, and he doubts anyone would bring the Electrodes all the way up here.
Archer moves toward the explosions, finding that his movements are as smooth as they were when he was operating at peak efficiency. The damage his automail sustained has been reversed and everything is back to normal. He smiles, a genuine expression that looks even creepier than his usual smirk.
That smile widens when he recognizes the man causing the explosions. Kimblee. He has very fond memories of Kimblee as well. They weren't just friends, they were much closer than that. They were a superior and a subordinate, but that makes the relationship sound far more distant than it actually was. He was closer to Kimblee than he had ever been to anyone else, something he had forgotten all about while he was at home.]
I'm surprised you aren't doing anything more destructive.
[The words are humorous, though Archer doesn't move his mouth to talk. His voice is tinged with a mechanical quality the automail can't quite get rid of, but Archer doesn't even notice it anymore. It's normal. This is what he's like now. It doesn't even occur to him that Kimblee hasn't seen him like this.]
Shouldn't you be trying to fight the Pokémon yourself?
[He tips his head a bit, automail adjusting with the motion flawlessly. It feels good to have it react accordingly again.]
It's good to see you, Kimblee.