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explosivecombat) wrote2013-07-27 01:57 am
explosivecombat) wrote2013-07-27 01:57 am
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- *action,
- *audio,
- @domri rade,
- @envy,
- @france,
- @frank archer's utter lack of subtlety,
- @jinguji ren,
- @karkat vantas' impressive profanity,
- @kayneth archibald e-rank luck,
- @miss sniper,
- @ryuunosuke uryuu's sense of cool,
- @temeraire,
- @tsunade,
- also ayanami,
- because awesome that's why,
- being you guys is suffering,
- clearly i have become meguca,
- come at me bro,
- electrodes are decidedly less useless,
- engaging in heresy,
- everything's exploding and nothing hurts,
- good ideas are clearly relative concepts,
- he's come undone,
- hell are you even,
- how edgy of you,
- kimblee is overstimulated,
- like a brick to the face,
- look at your life; look at your choices,
- my spinal cord is totally dancing rn,
- no kill like overkill,
- no sense of self-preservation,
- not slacking off for once,
- one-man army,
- professor of fauxlosophy,
- really damn awful noises,
- sanity is so passé,
- stupidly dangerous tactics,
- that wasn't morbid at all,
- this calls for a tag party,
- this is gonna suck,
- tonight we're going hard,
- took a level in exploding things,
- well that's needlessly sinister,
- why we can't have nice things
026. [Audio/Action for Route 35, just outside Goldenrod City]
[AUDIO]
Goodness, it's only getting worse out there...
[Audio posts from Kimblee are reasonably rare, unless he's on...ah, "official business"; however, tonight he clearly feels like addressing the network as a whole for once. His voice is tight, though it's remaining controlled; there's a sort of quietness to the feed, as though he's indoors for the time being - god only knows exactly where, though, because judging by the BGM, he could be anywhere in Goldenrod.]
I've seen a few swarms in my time here, but I don't recall them being this bad in quite a while, much less this angry...perhaps this place is finally starting to strike back. I can't imagine the world being terribly pleased with how frequently the "foreigners" find their way here, after all; upset the balance too far in one way or another and the world will take notice, I've found, and if you think that will result in anything but a battlefield in one way or another, you're either idealistic or very, very sheltered.
[There's a clatter of movement in the background, a vague quickening of his breath as he speaks - heading down stairs, maybe?]
I've always enjoyed the notion that this world is built around conflict and the culture bred by the battleground; perhaps it's finally living up to its potential. Time will tell, I'm sure; while I suppose now is when it would be relevant to ask what sort of thing you're fighting for back home, I'll spare you the tedium - after all, the answer to that, when such times are upon us, is always obvious.
[A heavier thud then, and quickly-paced steps on even ground; whatever stairwell he's on, he seems to have seen fit to jump the last few steps, and his words are picking up speed a bit as he continues.
Those that are familiar with the way he is when he speaks will likely recognize overstimulation when they hear it; those who aren't...well, he sounds excited, at any rate. Excitement is good, isn't it?]
But for now, the hour grows late, and there's a battle to be had; perhaps I'd like to hear about some of your battles, myself. Not the reasons behind them - again, those are usually obvious and boring, really. But what victories you've won, if any. What victories you're seeking.
I'd prefer they be true, but you're more than welcome to make something up if you'd like. After all, it's not like I'll know the difference, right?
[ACTION]
[So. It's hideous o'clock at night, it's raining, and things are getting loud just past the northern borders of Goldenrod tonight. And not, like rampaging-Pokémon loud, though that's likely also pretty loud.
More like "shit blowing up" loud.
It seems Kimblee's finally taking the time to properly, uh. Bond. With his murderball of an Electrode. After all, if there's one thing they both can agree upon, it's that destroying things is ridiculously fun if you do it properly. Right now he's enjoying terrorizing the living hell out of the newly-local population of Anorith; this likely isn't going to make them any less mad about the state of the world, just saying.]
Goodness, it's only getting worse out there...
[Audio posts from Kimblee are reasonably rare, unless he's on...ah, "official business"; however, tonight he clearly feels like addressing the network as a whole for once. His voice is tight, though it's remaining controlled; there's a sort of quietness to the feed, as though he's indoors for the time being - god only knows exactly where, though, because judging by the BGM, he could be anywhere in Goldenrod.]
I've seen a few swarms in my time here, but I don't recall them being this bad in quite a while, much less this angry...perhaps this place is finally starting to strike back. I can't imagine the world being terribly pleased with how frequently the "foreigners" find their way here, after all; upset the balance too far in one way or another and the world will take notice, I've found, and if you think that will result in anything but a battlefield in one way or another, you're either idealistic or very, very sheltered.
[There's a clatter of movement in the background, a vague quickening of his breath as he speaks - heading down stairs, maybe?]
I've always enjoyed the notion that this world is built around conflict and the culture bred by the battleground; perhaps it's finally living up to its potential. Time will tell, I'm sure; while I suppose now is when it would be relevant to ask what sort of thing you're fighting for back home, I'll spare you the tedium - after all, the answer to that, when such times are upon us, is always obvious.
[A heavier thud then, and quickly-paced steps on even ground; whatever stairwell he's on, he seems to have seen fit to jump the last few steps, and his words are picking up speed a bit as he continues.
Those that are familiar with the way he is when he speaks will likely recognize overstimulation when they hear it; those who aren't...well, he sounds excited, at any rate. Excitement is good, isn't it?]
But for now, the hour grows late, and there's a battle to be had; perhaps I'd like to hear about some of your battles, myself. Not the reasons behind them - again, those are usually obvious and boring, really. But what victories you've won, if any. What victories you're seeking.
I'd prefer they be true, but you're more than welcome to make something up if you'd like. After all, it's not like I'll know the difference, right?
[ACTION]
[So. It's hideous o'clock at night, it's raining, and things are getting loud just past the northern borders of Goldenrod tonight. And not, like rampaging-Pokémon loud, though that's likely also pretty loud.
More like "shit blowing up" loud.
It seems Kimblee's finally taking the time to properly, uh. Bond. With his murderball of an Electrode. After all, if there's one thing they both can agree upon, it's that destroying things is ridiculously fun if you do it properly. Right now he's enjoying terrorizing the living hell out of the newly-local population of Anorith; this likely isn't going to make them any less mad about the state of the world, just saying.]
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Electricity will help you; ice will definitely also be useful. I can help you with the ice, if you'd like.
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[...]
What Ice-types do you have, sir?
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[no seriously those Swinubs destroy everything]
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[Oh my god, he can see it now. You'll arrive in Blackthorn riding the thing, laughing maniacally the entire way and calling it "cool" and the whole nine yards.]
In the meantime, we have some rather persistent creatures to destroy; let's.
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Yeah, let's go, sir!