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explosivecombat) wrote2013-06-19 12:42 pm
explosivecombat) wrote2013-06-19 12:42 pm
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- *action,
- *text,
- @albert rosenfield,
- @envy,
- @frank archer's utter lack of subtlety,
- @isaac mcdougal: non-fail junior,
- @karkat vantas' impressive profanity,
- @moses sandor,
- @ryuunosuke uryuu's sense of cool,
- @snake (black butler),
- admittedly less than fabulous,
- come at me bro,
- good ideas are clearly relative concepts,
- hell are you even,
- just thought he'd ask,
- kimblee is overstimulated,
- like a brick to the face,
- look at your life; look at your choices,
- my social skills are flawless,
- my tiny violin tho,
- never mind the electrode is useless,
- slacking off like hell,
- stupidly dangerous tactics,
- surprisingly not plotting anyone's death,
- this is really stupid,
- this skill is never going to be useful,
- tonight we're going hard,
- why we can't have nice things
025. [Text/Action for the Rocket base in Goldenrod City]
[TEXT]
[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.]
[ACTION]
[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.]
[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.]
[ACTION]
[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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You said something about how you would consider ordering me to stay with you, if you didn't think that I would resent you for it.
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I would never do that.
[...Because he knows Kimblee would resent him for it.]
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[He doesn't sound bothered, at least; just curious.]
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...You'd resent me...
[That's kind of muffled into Kimblee's shoulder, but whatever.]
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I would, yes, but only because such orders aren't necessary.
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They aren't?
[......]
Well, of course they aren't. You've said you'll stay with me numerous times before.
[...It's still nice to hear it, okay.]
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[He steps back, though he isn't trying to break contact entirely; just getting some space for the time being.]
Was there anything else that you wanted to know, regarding that weekend?
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Is there anything else worth knowing? Ah, I suppose... was it there for all three days? I imagine that must have been horrifying.
[To say the least... And of course he doesn't refer to this other version of himself as a "he"; this other version of himself was a weapon. An "it".]
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All three days, yes; we were somewhat concerned that it would continue to be there after those three days were up, as I wouldn't have the means to sustain it at all. There were all sorts of physical requirements that couldn't be met; I really couldn't have done anything outside of let it die.