explosivecombat | 02x. [Action - Fourth Wall Event]

02x. [Action - Fourth Wall Event]

[It's been a surprisingly explosion-free few days.

It's not that Kimblee doesn't enjoy having his alchemy back, as he certainly does. However, he doesn't have a proper outlet for it (..."proper") and there's that battle recently, odd and dreamlike and just kind of hovering on the outer edges of his memory - he suspects it wasn't quite a dream and there's been more than enough evidence to back that up, but really, there's not much to be done about it.

So he's restless as hell. Restless as hell is never a good thing.

Today he's got Ayanami out with him, and they appear to be exchanging blows; whether encouraging this with something that's actively tried to kill him in the past is a good idea or not is apparently of no consequence to him today, since he seems to be having a grand old time either way - the shocks she's sending at him are being countered with sharp snaps of his hands coming together and whips of energy detonating in midair when they connect with the electricity, and the explosions are loud and he isn't flinching at them in the least, and the look in his eyes is getting manic.]

Again - come now, you can do better than that!

[That's about the point when Ayanami decides to prove that she can, in fact, do better than that; she waits until the next time he fires off one of those explosive currents and promptly Mirror Coats him, and he's suddenly very, very grateful that getting kicked out of Johto for a month and a half seems to have done wonders for his spine because holy shit, nothing like having an explosion rebounded at you for double the damage, getting the hell out of the way is probably prudent.

But then the air clears and Kimblee is laughing like this is the greatest damn thing he's ever seen, and he's looking a bit of a mess but hey, at least he's happy, even if he's probably deaf as hell after that - ]

That's more like it; absolutely beautiful!

[...right. Well, either way, he doesn't seem to mind.]

[OOC: He can be run into just about anywhere because Johto is, as usual for these things, completely on the blink; he's going to be a bit...um, excited no matter where you happen to run into him because yay alchemy, but you are more than welcome to put him where you want him - he'll be ending up in Goldenrod after the event, however, so he'll definitely be there at some point!]

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[And amid all this, watching impassively, stands a boy of about twelve with a bland, expressionless face. The Bidoof that had been shuffling about near his feet seems approximately thirteen times more terrified by this display, and promptly takes cover behind some rocks; the boy, on the other hand, merely slides his hands into the pockets of his jeans and observes the scene through dark and calculating eyes.]

Impressive. For your next trick, do you intend to subdue the Titans?

[Well. That's certainly interesting, isn't it; when Kimblee turns to see exactly who's addressing him, he's not quite expecting that.

He tips his head a little; he's not displeased by it.]

That depends on if they're in my way; I've never been one for senseless heroics.

_{[Holy shit. Explosions were the last thing Bertholdt expected to hear outside of Cherrygrove, so understandably he'd be a little concerned. Especially when Berik takes off to find the source of the sound. So what does his trainer do? Chase him down.

SCREW DANGER THIS IS IMPORTANT OKAY.

Luckily it's not hard to catch the Vulpix, but it... looks like he just ran right into that nice little mess and oh my god Kimblee what did you do this place used to look so nice what the hell.]}

This is beautiful?

[It's evident (albeit subtle, almost imperceptible) that there's something about that particular choice of words that he approves of; a faint gleam in his eyes, a touch of something around the mouth that doesn't even come close to a smile but that probably tried anyway.]

Given present observations, "in your way" appears hardly an optimal place to be situated.

[There's an implicit "how interesting" in the silence that follows, but no further remark is voiced.]

It often isn't.

[And that's really all there is to it, if he's going to be honest.]

Am I to assume you're new here? I don't recall seeing you.

[Mm, and that's definitely a voice and a person attached to it, rather indignant by the sounds, and when Kimblee turns to see exactly what he's dealing with -

...goodness, child, what do they feed you.

Ah, but that is neither here nor there; he simply smiles a bit, the expression dissonant, clashing sharply with the look in his eyes. Bright. Alive.]

I'm not offended if you disagree, you know. Most people seem to.

I would presume so, as this does not appear to be a summer camp.

[A beat.]

However, in the event that you are in fact my designated bunk counsellor, I feel certain we will be able to arrive at a mutually beneficial arrangement for the duration.

[Isaac had woken up in the Ice Path, which certainly was a welcome surprise until he realized just how cold it was in there. He's made a friend - a large Ice-type Pokémon who resembles a glacier that's been sliced in half for no apparent reason - and he's currently riding on that when he shows up outside of Goldenrod. The weather is still cool enough for both alchemist and Pokémon to be comfortable, though the proximity to the city has Isaac a bit on-edge.

He's currently sitting on Avalugg's back as the Pokémon lumbers toward the explosions. Isaac's expression is unimpressed and he hops off the Pokémon once he's close enough to get a good look at who's causing the explosions.

He can't say he's surprised to see that it's Kimblee.]

I feel like I should be telling you that's dangerous, but I guess I'm the last person to tell you that, huh?

[After all, he would regularly train with his own Pokémon...]

[...oh, that gets a bit of a smirk out of him.]

While I'm no one's bunk counsellor, it strikes me as a bit insipid to refuse to arrive at a mutually beneficial arrangement, fullstop.

_{Why'd you have to run off like that, Berik? Now look-- [He should. probably stop talking to himself here and focus on the matters at hand, huh?]}

I can't really blame them. This place used to be really nice, but now it's... _{[well.

this.]}

Why?

The common specimen of bunk counsellor is rarely capable of appreciating that particular concept. They seem preoccupied with beating their chests and howling to assert their supremacy in a primal form of dominance ritual over their campers.

[He shrugs, effortless.]

Barring the highly rare exception, they fail to comprehend that their lives would be immeasurably simpler by merely accepting certain facts of nature that have been repeatedly impressed upon them.

[...Isaac, what the hell were you expecting. There are explosions in Johto, of course it's Kimblee.

That said, the voice gets him to tense up immediately, his eyes sliding closed for a moment before he turns to look; he knows who it is, and he's not surprised that he was unaware of his presence before now because despite Isaac's height he's always been ridiculously stealthy, and when he finally does turn around to see him he's gotten his expression under control.]

Most likely.

[It's in response to the question, flippant though it was; he gestures back to Ayanami, and hopes she'll take the hint and not snipe him in the back.]

It's been some time, Isaac.

[...Mm.]

Because it's been a while since I could use my talents properly. Better a place like this than a city; I've no interest in wanton destruction of people or property, and I imagine the consequences won't be to my liking besides.

[Well we certainly can't have that, now can we? That would just be rude.]

Yeah, I guess it has been.

[It doesn't feel like it for him, but the chill in the air is more than enough to tell him that he's been gone for awhile. He hesitates for a moment, looking a bit lost before finally coming up with something else to say.]

Sorry about leaving again.

[It's not his fault and he knows it, but that doesn't change things any. He's left Kimblee alone twice now. Johto really needs to decide if he wants him here or doesn't.]

How have you been?

You have a point. As long as people aren't getting hurt... _{[He pauses to look at the Vulpix in his arms for a moment, then back at Kimblee. It should be okay to hang around for awhile, right? Either way, he's staying.]} Um... How did you do that, anyway?

Believe me, that last part isn't exclusive to these bunk counsellors of yours - our lives would be immeasurably simpler if it were.

[...Well, sure, he doesn't see why not.]

I'm an alchemist; it isn't just restricted to turning lead into gold, where I'm from.

I can't complain.

[He shrugs a little, flicking one of those stray strands of hair out of his face; his ponytail's been doing a spectacular job of messying itself up during the battle, a few more locks have come loose.]

And really, you have nothing to apologize for; I imagine if you had any say it wouldn't be an issue.

[For several reasons; he's arrogant enough to assume he's one of them, and realistic enough to know that "cheating death" is more likely.]

[You know him too well.]

Yeah.

[A pause. It's as awkward as it usually is when Isaac has no idea what to say. This feels way too familiar, but it's usually never this awkward with Kimblee.]

So uh... have you gotten any new Pokémon?

[God, this is awkward.]

Alchemist--wait, I think I know you!

_{[THIS IS WHAT HE MEANT BY 'NATURAL TALENTS' OH DEAR LORD SEND HELP.]}

Albeit less interesting.

However, given that we are both evidently amenable to the prospect of striking an accord, I will proceed to offer terms: I want to go home.

Ah, that is unfortunate, as so do many others here; I've been here for two years, and the only time I was sent back was through no doing of my own.

Is that so?

[Well, you've gotten his attention now, goodness.]

One I've spoken to over the network, I assume?

[Oh, god, you had to ask him about the Pokémon, that's so awkward - ]

Ah...yes, I have, actually. Several. I also received a pair of yours; Carmen and Bellatrix are apparently mine for the duration.

Ah. So this is prison. How marvellous.

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