explosivecombat | 002. [Text/Action for Route 44]

002. [Text/Action for Route 44]

[TEXT]

And a good evening to you, Johto.

Conversations with a few of you have shed some interesting light on opinions of exactly what it is we do here. The mandates we've received from the faceless entities that have brought us here make it very plain that we're supposed to humor them, to collect these 'badges' and essentially wander around for no real reason other than training these creatures and strengthening them - not so much a militaristic society as it is battle culture, if you will. However, others refer to these creatures as 'pets' or 'companions'; while I suppose the act of training these things may lead to bonds being formed, such people seem to have a different view of this world entirely.

I ask, then: from whatever standpoint you hold, be it one geared more toward companionship or more toward advancement - at what point does it become acceptable to you to release these creatures back into the wilderness? Surely there are some that aren't exactly battle-capable, or at least not as capable as others may be, and effort goes into their training; when do you decide that continuing to train them is no longer granting you benefit equal to the effort you're putting in?

I'll grant that "never" may be a perfectly valid answer, should your tendencies lean that way.

[ACTION]

[Well, whatever Kimblee was going on about before, it's clearly not affecting his relations with his own Pokémon any; he's currently standing beneath one of those trees on Route 43, though the white coat he's usually wearing makes him a bit obvious. He's always been a bit curious regarding what these things will do when not given orders, and he's keeping an eye on what appears to be a new member of his team from a distance; judging from the Swinub he's watching from a short distance away, apparently the answer is "generally snuffle about, and occasionally roll around for no real reason."

Of course, he seems to have another new one with him today - he did purchase two eggs from Xanxus, after all, and as a result Kimblee is now the proud owner of what seems to be the smuggest Vulpix on the planet.

...it doesn't help that Kimblee doesn't seem to have put the fox down since he hatched it, instead choosing to carry it around like a somewhat oversized cat. Seriously, Ernst Stavro Blofeld would look at him and tell him he's spoiling the damn thing.

His life, his choices, etc.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Oh come on now, you're an alternate version of his dead best friend, clearly you wouldn't lie to him! ...Yes, those thoughts are connected somehow. Shut up.]

That is interesting. [Oh, and Kimblee's named his chimeras too? Well, it works better than calling them by species name, right? Hmm. He might have to consider that.]

You know, one could argue that your remark was rude rather than this one's reaction. [Archer's clearly teasing though and he waves the comment off airily.] Regardless, it is interesting to watch how different they are; these two are certainly displaying unique temperaments.

[The Murkrow is managing to smirk somehow despite having a beak; clearly she's quite pleased with herself for... whatever reason. The bat is on the ground now, wings wrapped around himself and he's clearly sulking. He still hasn't gotten over the fact that Archer replaced him as the resident shoulder-beast.]

So... What have you named this one?

[...Archer, that bird is giving smugfox here a run for his money and that bat is roughly as tsun as you are. Clearly, the chimeras do seem to resemble their owner, at least in your case.]

His name is Dorian; at the very least, it should serve to make battling less grating against certain opponents, given that I'm certainly not the only one who owns these sorts of things.

[He'll just be glancing down at that bat of yours again after he speaks; it really is pouting hard down there.]

Well, that one certainly doesn't seem pleased with you, does he.

[That's not a question.]

[Well...! That's actually true. Huh. Who would have thought?]

What type is it? [It's red so... Fire-type? But how can a fox be a Fire-type, that doesn't make any sense...]

Oh? No, he's not. He was rather fond of riding on my shoulder prior to his evolution. [Archer half-turns to address the bat.] You're far too heavy for that now, you know. I can't carry you around anymore, so I suggest you get used to it.

[That earns a displeased noise from the bat, who turns away and continues sulking. Archer rolls his eyes and returns his attention to Kimblee.] Honestly. If he wasn't nearly my height and didn't weigh so damn much, I'd be perfectly fine with letting him rest on my shoulder.

[Okay, so red = fire-type by default, according to you. ...your logic is amazing, Archer.]

He's a fire-type, actually.

[...the fact that you were correct notwithstanding.]

And really, were I you, I would be more concerned with the fact that it's almost entirely mouth and that would be situated directly behind my head, but to each their own.

[Well...! Come on, what else could that thing be?]

That would certainly be useful against the Gym here. Do you intend to challenge it after you've raised this one substantially?

[Oh, the teeth? Archer glances at the bat again before smirking.] I'm certain he wouldn't hurt me. He might not be acting like it now, but he seems rather fond of me.

[That will earn a glare from the bat. No he doesn't like you, you jackass.]

[...ah, right, the Gyms; he'll just be shooting a wary look at that bat one more time before continuing.]

Perhaps, although part of the training process will be seeing whether or not he's suited for it or not. [HIS STATS. THEY FAIL.] I'll be raising him either way; when it comes to the Gyms, however, I'm content to bide my time.

Suited for it? I would assume any chimera you capture would be capable of taking care of itself. There's no reason to believe that it wouldn't be able to handle battling.

[...Wait, hold on. Did you just say you're not eager to return home? Because that's what it sounded like!]

Why would you want to wait? Surely you have pressing matters at home to attend to; I doubt spending any more time than is absolutely necessary here will help any.

I've already told you my thoughts on these Gyms, Archer. Until the rumor is proven or disproven, participating in this challenge is just as much of a waste of time as not doing so. Besides, I'm not saying that I'm refusing to train these chimeras at all - if the rumor ever is proven, I would want their levels to be high enough to manage to defeat the leaders of these places...and there would be nothing stopping me from taking on several of these Gyms in one go, now, would there?

And on the topic of defeating these leaders - surely you can't be serious in assuming that all chimeras would be capable of such things. If you give a random man a gun, that doesn't make him a soldier, does it? If you send that man through training, is there a guarantee you'll be able to make a soldier out of him? Or do some break under the pressure? Really, Archer, apply logic to the situation for once; your assumptions will end you one day, otherwise.

No, save for the fact that they're all in different towns and traversing to each and every one would be troublesome without the HM for Fly. [But alright, you do have a point, he'll give you that.]

Oh of course not. Some people simply aren't cut out to be soldiers. That doesn't mean they can't be used for some other purpose in battle. These chimeras are the same way, Kimbley. If it is not capable of dealing a good amount of damage, perhaps there is some other aspect to its fighting style that will enable it to be useful.

[He'll just gesture at the bat there.] This one wasn't capable of doing much of anything at first. Confusing the enemy enabled him to land more hits and keep himself alive longer. There's strategy involved in this, not just pure power.

[...Kimblee will just be kind of. staring blankly at you for a minute there, Archer. It's not that he never thinks of strategy - the war with Drachma would be one example of a ploy he'd come up with actually working - but most of his strategies tend to be incredibly simple and generally superficial.

Of course, his ability to plan out complex strategies with no guidance at all has suffered a bit since prison; he's mostly been running on intuition since then, improvising as opposed to planning. And even before that...well, when he served the military, he was mostly utilized for his destructive power, and the Philosopher's Stone only amplified that aspect of his work.

Literally speaking, he's a bomb, Archer; you don't program a bomb to think about the most efficient way to blow things up, because the bomb is the most efficient way to blow things up. He knows what needs to be done; strategy factors in ridiculously little beyond that point, as he's used to doing what's required through utilizing sheer power. That is all.]

...I suppose you have a point.

Of course I do. As I said, there would be no reason for these chimeras to still exist in the wild if they didn't have some means of protecting themselves. So while it may not be the most powerful chimera out there, I highly doubt that it would be completely incapable of being used in battle.

[Archer is the polar opposite, of course. He's never had to fight and has only led troops once (that seems to have ended wonderfully). He's always been a strategist though, and this world is the perfect place for his skills to shine.]

Let's say this chimera isn't as powerful as your others. That's fine, as long as it can bring something useful to the battlefield. Perhaps it can inflict a status condition on the opponent - I believe Burn lowers attack? - anyway, pure power is not always the deciding factor, Kimbley. Do try to remember that.

...I see.

[No, really, he's still just...kind of herping at you. You do not ask a weapon to figure out complex strategies, Archer. You just. Don't. You put it to a task, it does the task, presumably a lot of dying happens, and we will all go together when we go. Universal bereavement, inspiring achievement...and so on and so forth.]

I'll be sure to keep that in mind; I trust you've been working out similar things with yours, then?

[Yep, this is looking more and more like Kimblee has no idea what do. Great. So he can't figure out strategy either? Lovely. The classy version of the idiot Archer knew is equally useless! How lovely!]

Of course. Neither of mine are capable of dealing a lot of damage in one hit; it's not difficult to devise a strategy that utilizes the moves they already know. I would like to get my hands on these HMs to figure out if they contain any useful moves...

[He shrugs. That will come later.] So what do you plan on doing? Testing your chimeras to see if they'll be capable of dealing enough damage? What will you do with the weak ones?

[Oh, come now. At least this one didn't manage to somehow misplace or otherwise destroy a ridiculously valuable artifact of power.]

That would depend on their level of usefulness as a whole - not everything in this world has to revolve around battling, clearly, as several seem content to live their lives as normally as possible here, but it's undeniable that everything in this world does revolve around the chimeras. If there's a suitable use for them, then I intend to keep them on for as long as their usefulness holds out.

Otherwise? I don't believe in pity or charity.

[No, he just felt the need to swallow it instead!]

That certainly seems to be the best course of action. From what I've been told, we're only allowed to have six; I don't intend to hold onto any useless chimera.

[And that worked for over seven years, thank you very much...of course we don't discuss whether he still has that thing now; he knows he doesn't. Finding out how, though, isn't something discussed in polite company.

...also, wait. What.]

And who in the world told you that?

[You consider him polite company? He's flattered, Kimblee.]

Victor; he's from my version of Amestris, from what I've gathered. I don't know much about him, but he certainly is... odd.

[And mentioned something about "being human" which is equally strange. It's possible he's one of the Homunculi; Archer only knows of Greed, Pride, and Wrath, after all.]

I can't say that I've met anyone by that name, much less someone from your world; at the same time, that makes very little sense, especially given that apparently breeding these chimeras is a valid occupation here.

[Dear god, Archer, what the hell.]

...you realize there's a perfectly valid way to test this, don't you?

Attempt to capture more than six, yes I know. Still, if it proves to be a valid issue, I don't want to be stuck with something I can't utilize.

[Oh come on, it's a strange new world! What else is he supposed to think? The guy was nice enough to help out...!]

[...Ar...cher...]

Would you like me to attempt this, then?

You already have four, correct? You only need to obtain two more. It would be easiest.

And I'm certain that's the only reason you're making me do this.

[Despite the dryness of the comment and the obvious eyerolling that accompanies it, however, he's already setting Dorian down in the grass; the Vulpix promptly shoots him The Bitchiest Look Ever before immediately pawing at the hem of his coat and...sort of barking at him in an obvious attempt to be picked up again.

Kimblee, however, gives not a damn and recalls him to his ball for now; he pauses for a moment, thinking.

...wait.]

Technically speaking, we have six between us. Give me yours temporarily; then it would simply be a matter of seeing if I'm permitted to catch one more or not, wouldn't it?

Oh of course.

[That will earn a condescending smirk; it's your own fault for obtaining two more without checking to see if they were useful, you know! But... this is a good point. Archer pauses for a moment to consider both the bird and the bat, neither of which seem very eager to go back in their balls. Archer rarely recalls them anyway; he only has two, they're easy enough to keep an eye on.]

Very well. Make it quick; I would hate to be attacked by one of these chimeras without protection of my own. [The response is sarcastic, but he returns both chimeras to their respective capsules and offers the two for Kimblee to take.]

[Oh, come now; if they're that blatantly useless he'll release them, regardless of whether he can capture more or not. As it stands, however, he'll be taking those capsules into his possession before looking down at that pig still snuffling about on the ground, clearly looking for...Something Only Pigs Can See, as far as Kimblee can tell, because he certainly doesn't see anything of interest over there.

Lovely.

He'll just be returning Carlisle as well, then, before wandering into the grass and immediately coming across a...dear god, what is that thing even...Bellsprout, apparently.

...this would be about the point that Kimblee becomes rather grateful that he isn't required to raise whatever it is he catches.

Either way, he sends out Dorian again, who is obviously very unamused at being put in the ball to begin with, and the battle that ensues is probably best described as "a tremendously drawn-out sissyfight" - there's a lot of Ember from Dorian as though this is clearly the most awesome move in the world, a lot of...Wrap...from Bellsprout, as though that's going to accomplish much of anything at all, and a lot of facepalming from Kimblee overall.

...however! There is eventually fainting (from the Bellsprout, thankfully, otherwise that would just be embarrassing), and a capture of a seventh, and...]

[...well. And a lot of confusion, hang on.]

...Archer...

[No, seriously, he caught that thing and it promptly disintegrated, where the hell did it go - ]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

1/2

no subject