explosivecombat | 025. [Text/Action for the Rocket base in Goldenrod City]

025. [Text/Action for the Rocket base in Goldenrod City]

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[It's been something of a long day, really, though Kimblee really can't say why - there have been frustrations, surely, but nothing more than what he's accustomed to dealing with on a daily basis.

That said, however, there have still been frustrations. Whether he wants to deal with them or not. Right now there's currently a very large frustration that's been locked up in his closet again, just because the damn thing has neither psychic powers nor hands and it's taken to zapping the Pokéballs out of his grasp when he tries to recall it. Hopefully neither he nor Archer will need anything in that closet anytime soon, because this is just getting ridiculous...]

For those of you who have experience dealing with more...ah, difficult companions, how would you recommend dealing with them? Mind you, I'm not talking finicky, I'm talking about nigh-on homicidal; is there a way to repair one's relationship with them when it's that far gone, or should I just not even bother?

[Not that he knows what to do if the answer is "don't bother" because he suspects releasing a microchipped starter will go over like complete and utter hell, but that is beside the point.]

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[Kimblee isn't straying far from the base today; if anything, he's taken to holing himself up harder into it when he's not dealing with his psychopath of an Electrode. Letting the damn thing evolve had been a mistake; between that and all the other issues that he's very decidedly not wanting to discuss with anyone, he's more than happy to just shut himself in one of the training rooms and set it up to his liking.

Admittedly, the thing looks less like a proper training facility and more like the world's most suicidal parkour-based obstacle course; anyone who comes in to see what on earth's going on in here today may take a moment to find him, but that's likely because they just aren't looking high enough - he's settled on one of the world's most precariously-positioned ledges near the damn ceiling, legs crossed at the knee, and he's taking a moment to get his breath from whatever it was he was just doing.

Yes, he's still wearing the three-piece suit, complete with gloves, though his tie has come undone somewhat and his collar is slipping open; if you can get him to come the hell down from his position (and he'll be easily convinced, if he notices you) it'll become plain quickly enough that there are bandages wrapped around his throat, though there isn't any blood on them.

He seems pretty keyed-up there, though; outside of the vaguely unkempt appearance of his clothing, he's shaking somewhat and those two loose strands of hair at the front have been joined by a few others that have slipped loose from that long ponytail. His gaze is pretty manic-looking, though not to the point of looking like he'll bite anyone's face off just yet; at least there's that to be thankful for.]

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[Isaac never would have imagined he'd get to set foot in Team Rocket's base. He's almost insulted that they were hiding in such plain sight and no one noticed them. But now that he's a member of the organization, he can't give up their location without being thrown in jail, if not pursued by the organization for quite some time afterwards. Well, he has no intention of making a target out of himself - not yet, at least. He does remember what he's been told about that, and he doesn't want anyone to worry about him.

Though really, the only person left in Johto who would worry about him is Kimblee, and even that's something of an odd relationship.

Isaac arrived not long ago, waking up in the Team Rocket base instead of back home or in New Bark Town. It didn't take him long to put the pieces together and he immediately called Emmy for confirmation. It would be easier than talking to Kimblee, but Emmy had left Johto. He did try calling Kimblee after that, but he hung up before he could even leave a message. He wasn't sure what to say. It had been awhile, hadn't it? What if Kimblee had moved on? What if he didn't want anything to do with Isaac anymore?

But those thoughts weren't what he was focused on today; Isaac had discovered the training facility and was making damn good use of it, usually in the early mornings and late at night to avoid anyone else. Today was the exception, and that was only because he was ridiculously wound-up for some reason he couldn't quite explain.

It looks as though someone else has been using the training room though. Isaac glances around, wondering if there's still anyone else in here. It certainly doesn't look like it. Huh. They should have put away their stuff before leaving, but Isaac can't really complain. Suicidal parkour-based obstacle courses sound fun as hell right about now!

Clearly you won't mind if he makes use of this, right Kimblee?]

[Kimblee had heard the call a few days ago, surely, though he hadn't been able to answer it at the moment; he'd not been in too much contact with too many people for the last several days, really. He'd spoken to Locke, of course, and he'd responded to a few of the lost ones who had just recently arrived, but otherwise? He wasn't exactly in the mood for the device and the people on it; he was a bit too worked-up for that, and there was no sense in making a bad impression immediately, was there? Of course there wasn't.

For the time being he's content to stay where he is, even after he hears someone come in; with any luck they'll leave so that he can be left to his own dev-

...oh.

For a good long moment he doesn't say anything; he can hear himself humming something softly, just under his breath but more than enough to resonate in his own head - it's just enough to confirm that no, this is something that's definitely happening, not something his mind is making up.

It's undoubtably Isaac. Here.

And after a moment of staring and trying to figure out what he thinks about Isaac showing up in Johto again, he's hit by the sudden realization that shit, Isaac is here, in the base, and there is literally no way that this can end in anything but horrific disaster and - ]

Isaac - !

[...and he's going to be calling to him anyway, at least as much as he's capable - yelling has never really been his strong suit, it still isn't now, but at least he manages to get some volume behind it.]

[It takes Isaac a second to register that the voice he's hearing is Kimblee's, and it takes him even longer to realize that of course it's Kimblee's. Who else would set up an obstacle course like this? Isaac finally stops what he's doing and turns in the direction of the voice, glancing upwards to finally see Kimblee.]

Ah, hey, Kimblee. I didn't see you there.

[Obviously...]

It's... nice to see you again. How are you doing?

[Right, just talk like everything is perfectly fine and dandy, good job.]

[It takes Kimblee a moment to get his face to stop doing...whatever his face is surely doing; that wide-eyed staring takes a second to fade. However, when it does it leaves the usual placidity in its wake.]

Mm...I can't complain, really.

[He uncrosses his legs and jumps down from his current vantage point, finding purchase on one of the more solid landing points and folding his arms low across his body, the gesture idle.]

It's been a while, hasn't it?

[The question, too, is casual enough, when it comes to the way he says it; there's nothing overtly pointed in his tone. Just the same, he wants to see how Isaac responds - just how long has he been here? Hopefully not since the end of last month...]

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