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explosivecombat) wrote2014-11-07 04:34 pm
explosivecombat) wrote2014-11-07 04:34 pm
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- **anonymous,
- *text,
- @carmen sandiego (here she is),
- @carter blake: bff 5ever,
- @cecil palmer,
- @cynthia (fe:a),
- @envy,
- @frank archer's utter lack of subtlety,
- @greed's poor life choices,
- @harime nui,
- @mimi tachikawa,
- @miss altava,
- @nagi naoe,
- @our future cobra commander overlord,
- @sion astal,
- @veronica madaraki,
- @yusuke urameshi,
- archer's gonna kill him,
- being you guys is suffering,
- come at me bro,
- 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,
- just thought he'd warn you,
- kimblee is overstimulated,
- like a brick to the face,
- my spinal cord is totally dancing rn,
- no kill like overkill,
- no sense of self-preservation,
- not slacking off for once,
- one-man army,
- raid on the city knock out evil tusks,
- sanity is so passé,
- ten points to ego,
- texting into the void,
- the greater internet fuckwad theory,
- this is gonna suck,
- tonight we're going hard,
- took a level in exploding things,
- two-person assault team,
- well that's needlessly sinister,
- why we can't have nice things,
- with apologies to carmen sandiego
038. [ANON TEXT + IMAGES]
[Good afternoon, network! It's a surprisingly nice day today; the sun is out, and while it's not warm per se, it's warm enough to be pleasant.
The last time "Seth"'s device had shown up on the device with this particular sort of message, it'd looked about to snow; he's finding the weather far more favorable this time around.
The first image to hit the network is a view of the streets of Ecruteak, as shot out what looks like a window of some sort; there doesn't seem to be anything on the walls of wherever this was shot from, though the curtains are light and filmy-looking as they billow inward with a light breeze, a bit more elegant than the normal hotel fare. Possibly a private residence of some sort. The leaves are in their full fall colors outside; it's a pretty shot, if not particularly interesting.
The next image is panned down a little – you can still see the window, the curtains having fluttered to a bit more of a standstill, and there's still some of the view of the outdoors; what's new is the table beneath the window, covered in black cases and wires and triggers.
Bombs. Plenty of them.]
I'm not the first one to note that this world isn't safe.
[And there's the text, moments later.]
Aqua and Magma tried to save the world by destroying each other. Some of you try to save the world by destroying me.
Will you succeed this time?
[The next shot is a bit more casual than most of this nature, though as usual, it seems to be set up across a table of some sort. It's his stance that's different; "Seth" has one forearm braced against the wood, and he's leaning forward heavily enough for his stance to look idle, almost bored. As usual, his face isn't in the shot, but if you look you can see the usual Team Rocket insignia emblazoned across his chest; his free hand is holding one of those white cards that he uses to communicate sometimes, pinning it between gloved fingers; the words written out in thick, blocky writing, traced over multiple times to obscure any sort of distinctive handwriting.
LET'S HAVE A WAR.
The second shot is almost identical to the first; only the writing on the card has changed.
ECRUTEAK CITY.
ONE WEEK.
[OOC]
[While the IC timing of this is going to be as he said – the attack will be taking place on the 14th of the month – the log itself will go up on the 10th and will be forward-dated, to circumvent possible continuity issues.
More details about how we're going to run this thing will be forthcoming!]
The last time "Seth"'s device had shown up on the device with this particular sort of message, it'd looked about to snow; he's finding the weather far more favorable this time around.
The first image to hit the network is a view of the streets of Ecruteak, as shot out what looks like a window of some sort; there doesn't seem to be anything on the walls of wherever this was shot from, though the curtains are light and filmy-looking as they billow inward with a light breeze, a bit more elegant than the normal hotel fare. Possibly a private residence of some sort. The leaves are in their full fall colors outside; it's a pretty shot, if not particularly interesting.
The next image is panned down a little – you can still see the window, the curtains having fluttered to a bit more of a standstill, and there's still some of the view of the outdoors; what's new is the table beneath the window, covered in black cases and wires and triggers.
Bombs. Plenty of them.]
I'm not the first one to note that this world isn't safe.
[And there's the text, moments later.]
Aqua and Magma tried to save the world by destroying each other. Some of you try to save the world by destroying me.
Will you succeed this time?
[The next shot is a bit more casual than most of this nature, though as usual, it seems to be set up across a table of some sort. It's his stance that's different; "Seth" has one forearm braced against the wood, and he's leaning forward heavily enough for his stance to look idle, almost bored. As usual, his face isn't in the shot, but if you look you can see the usual Team Rocket insignia emblazoned across his chest; his free hand is holding one of those white cards that he uses to communicate sometimes, pinning it between gloved fingers; the words written out in thick, blocky writing, traced over multiple times to obscure any sort of distinctive handwriting.
The second shot is almost identical to the first; only the writing on the card has changed.
ONE WEEK.
[OOC]
[While the IC timing of this is going to be as he said – the attack will be taking place on the 14th of the month – the log itself will go up on the 10th and will be forward-dated, to circumvent possible continuity issues.
More details about how we're going to run this thing will be forthcoming!]
[anon text]
The second picture clears everything up rather quickly. Paralyzed, she can't help but scroll through all the information, her hand trembling slightly, eyes wide. When she's finished, she drops her Gear onto her bed as if it's suddenly become red hot, her hands flying to her mouth. Kimblee had said that Seth was still around, but since she hadn't seen him herself (although she'd kept an eye out), she didn't want to believe it.
How horrible.
After a moment, she gingerly picks her Gear back up, switching the settings and quickly typing out a return message.]
Why are you doing this? What could you possibly gain from scaring people like this?
[She already knows the answer - he's told her himself - but sitting her doing nothing feels...wrong. It's then that it hits her, after her message is sent and she's looking at the pictures again, that they're wearing the same uniform, and it makes her feel sick. This attack...if it's being done in the name of Team Rocket, then...how is she supposed to stop it, without endangering herself?]
[anon text]
What could you possibly gain from any explanation I might give you?
[anon text]
[Her response is similarly prompt; if he's talking, she might as well listen. It can't hurt.
Hopefully, anyway.]
But that's not possible, is it? Not for me, anyway.
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Why do you hate peace so much?
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So if you'd like to cling to your immature logical fallacies like it makes you an adult, be my guest, but you should know that your sense of superiority is ill-founded.
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....hm. An identity...]
That's a fair point, I suppose. But we can discuss it more in Ecruteak City, if you'll have the time.