explosivecombat | 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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Does comparing prison sentences ever make a jailbird feel better?

That depends on how well the inmates can play nice.

Which is supposed to mean what, exactly?

That at risk of sounding cloying, this place is only as pleasant as you make it.

Or maybe it just means that we're surrounded by idiots and I can understand why you're annoyed. Whichever interpretation you prefer.

Then let's stick with the latter and save the cute words of inspiration for a day calendar.

Gladly.

As for you, shall I assume that you're always this charming?

Charming, huh? Well, you can assume I don't like standing around mincing words when I've got work I could be doing. You can also assume I don't like people who let pointless sentimentality get in the way of what needs to get done. And just to round things out, you can likewise assume that I rarely feel the compulsion to beat around the bush acting like somebody I'm not just for the sake of sparing some wilting violet's delicate sensibilities. Take that however you want.

[...so, basically, look at you still talking when there's science to do.]

Dare I ask what made you respond to this in the first place, then, if you have so much work demanding to be done?

[When he looks out there, it makes him glad he's not you.]

It was either camaraderie or the same perverse fascination that makes people rubberneck at a train wreck. Maybe a little of both.

[Well, fortunately enough, there's experiments to run and there's research to be done.]

Mm. One of those things you couldn't help replying to either way? I'm not sure if I'm more flattered or amused; it's something of an even blend right now.

You can take it however you want; I wasn't aiming for either.

Were you aiming for anything?

I was aiming to answer some guy's question to kill time on my ten-minute coffee break.

Well, for the time being you can consider me grateful for the advice, and don't let me keep you.

Yeah, all right.

Don't let the hypersensitive bomb balls bite.

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