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explosivecombat) wrote2011-11-15 08:28 am
explosivecombat) wrote2011-11-15 08:28 am
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- *action,
- *audio,
- @envy,
- @esteemed brigadier general roy mustang,
- @frank archer's utter lack of subtlety,
- @fullmetal,
- @gorthan and his biology,
- @john doe (shelly de killer),
- @karkat vantas' impressive profanity,
- @luke triton (clive dove),
- @our future cobra commander overlord,
- admittedly kind of flailing,
- also aya,
- being you guys is suffering,
- electrodes are decidedly less useless,
- everything's exploding and nothing hurts,
- fuckin' technology how does it work,
- he's come undone,
- how edgy of you,
- kimblee is overstimulated,
- my spinal cord is totally dancing rn,
- no kill like overkill,
- no sense of self-preservation,
- really damn awful noises,
- sanity is so passé,
- the happiest day,
- this calls for a tag party,
- this is gonna suck,
- this is really stupid,
- tonight we're going hard,
- took a level in exploding things,
- why we can't have nice things,
- you keep using that word
003. [Voice/Action for Route 44]
[AUDIO]
[Kimblee has been fairly absentee for the last few days; when his connection becomes active over the PGC, it...well, it might not be exactly clear as to why, but it goes a long way toward explaining it, at least in part.
The connection snaps to life suddenly, though it isn't a video feed - this is entirely sound, the Voice connection having kicked in as the Gear hits the ground hard. The audio isn't simply white noise, however, nor is it entirely the ever-present background music threading its way through one of the routes near Mahogany Town; that music is present for a brief moment after the Gear connects with the ground, only to be violently interrupted by the unmistakable sound of something blowing the hell up.
Depending on your particular point of view, however, what's possibly more disconcerting than the sudden eruption is the sound that follows immediately after it - it's a bizarre, harsh combination of laughing and shrieking, the sound pitchy and manic and completely uncontrolled. It carries on at about the same utterly deranged clip for quite some time before slowly dying down as the person in question gets a hold of himself; when Kimblee speaks, however, his voice is still shaking hard, and it's obvious he's still not...quite as in control as he'd like to be.]
...beautiful...absolutely beautiful!
[A brief pause.]
That was better...it's been quite a while since I've heard something so moving. Yes, that was much, much better. Such a beautiful sound...
[And then there's the usual white-noise sounds that are a bit hard to distinguish, rustling and footsteps and the like, followed by something that's decidedly more distinct: after a moment, there's something that's definitely singing audible over the connection - not any particular words, or any particular tune, even, just vocalized nonsyllables that Kimblee seems to be making up as he goes, but from the sound of it he's very, very content, if a bit unstable.
And then the feed cuts off.]
[ACTION]
[A short while after that audio post hits the network (the posting itself the result of a somewhat awkward grab at the Gear once he'd realized he'd dropped it), Kimblee can still be found on Route 44; he's no longer screamingly manic, but he definitely looks...rough, for lack of a better term. His hair is draped haphazardly over his left shoulder, the usual long ponytail mussed up and disheveled; his eyes are distant, holding a bit of an unfocused, wild look to them, and despite the fact that he doesn't look like he's slept in some time, there's a general sense of manic energy about him that hasn't quite faded.
This may or may not have to do with the obvious signs of those explosions in his general vicinity, as well as the fact that he's in the process of recalling a rather fainted Electrode to its Pokéball.
...well. Someone seems to have figured out exactly what Selfdestruct does; as a result, Kimblee's a bit...worked up. To put it lightly.]
[Kimblee has been fairly absentee for the last few days; when his connection becomes active over the PGC, it...well, it might not be exactly clear as to why, but it goes a long way toward explaining it, at least in part.
The connection snaps to life suddenly, though it isn't a video feed - this is entirely sound, the Voice connection having kicked in as the Gear hits the ground hard. The audio isn't simply white noise, however, nor is it entirely the ever-present background music threading its way through one of the routes near Mahogany Town; that music is present for a brief moment after the Gear connects with the ground, only to be violently interrupted by the unmistakable sound of something blowing the hell up.
Depending on your particular point of view, however, what's possibly more disconcerting than the sudden eruption is the sound that follows immediately after it - it's a bizarre, harsh combination of laughing and shrieking, the sound pitchy and manic and completely uncontrolled. It carries on at about the same utterly deranged clip for quite some time before slowly dying down as the person in question gets a hold of himself; when Kimblee speaks, however, his voice is still shaking hard, and it's obvious he's still not...quite as in control as he'd like to be.]
...beautiful...absolutely beautiful!
[A brief pause.]
That was better...it's been quite a while since I've heard something so moving. Yes, that was much, much better. Such a beautiful sound...
[And then there's the usual white-noise sounds that are a bit hard to distinguish, rustling and footsteps and the like, followed by something that's decidedly more distinct: after a moment, there's something that's definitely singing audible over the connection - not any particular words, or any particular tune, even, just vocalized nonsyllables that Kimblee seems to be making up as he goes, but from the sound of it he's very, very content, if a bit unstable.
And then the feed cuts off.]
[ACTION]
[A short while after that audio post hits the network (the posting itself the result of a somewhat awkward grab at the Gear once he'd realized he'd dropped it), Kimblee can still be found on Route 44; he's no longer screamingly manic, but he definitely looks...rough, for lack of a better term. His hair is draped haphazardly over his left shoulder, the usual long ponytail mussed up and disheveled; his eyes are distant, holding a bit of an unfocused, wild look to them, and despite the fact that he doesn't look like he's slept in some time, there's a general sense of manic energy about him that hasn't quite faded.
This may or may not have to do with the obvious signs of those explosions in his general vicinity, as well as the fact that he's in the process of recalling a rather fainted Electrode to its Pokéball.
...well. Someone seems to have figured out exactly what Selfdestruct does; as a result, Kimblee's a bit...worked up. To put it lightly.]
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[That said, Archer's actually relaxing a bit. He could be reading Kimblee wrong, but it seems like the other man is calming down a bit.]
"Once in a while," Kimblee? [Archer tilts his head toward the numerous little craters here and there.] It certainly looks like it has been awhile. Perhaps you should continue blowing up the landscape until there's nothing left.
[His tone is much lighter now and it's clear that he's only teasing. That sudden display of insanity was certainly shocking, but had he really expected anything else? Yes, this man is a version of the Kimbley he knew. That doesn't mean they're identical, and this one has been so good at masking his special brand of insanity. It's just times like this when he's reminded just how mad this man is.]
[...Of course he gets over it quickly; why would he want to spend the time to consider everything Kimblee has done and worry about it? He can't use alchemy here, therefore Archer is safe.]
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But that is neither here nor there; he is, indeed, calming down, however.]
As appealing though that option may be, I'm afraid my priorities really don't allow it.
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[That earns a smirk; as long as Kimblee's no longer so openly crazy, he should be perfectly fine.]
I take it you've been training your others as well?
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[He pauses for a moment after it's out there, reaching for one of those red-and-white capsules at his belt and releasing the creature inside.
Say hello to Mariya; she is a Bellsprout that Kimblee has trained for approximately five minutes. You may remember her; the last time you saw her, she was in the process of disintegrating while you and her trainer looked on awkwardly.]
I imagine you recall the capture that was made in your presence a while back? It seems we're permitted to have more than six after all.
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You mean...? This is the one we saw...? But how? Where did it go? That's not possible!
[...Kimblee could just be pulling some sort of stupid prank on him, but honestly? Archer doesn't believe that this version would stoop to something that juvenile.]
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This one was in there, when I checked.
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I see. That certainly does make things easier. I fail to see why we are only allowed to carry six, but it's better not to question the arbitrary rules of this world.
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It's nice to see you're back to that policy, I suppose - hopefully you'll hold to it, regardless of whatever else happens to come out of those eggs.
[There's a mildly pointed tone behind his words, there, but overall he seems fairly relaxed about that little incident now; no harm done in the end, really.]
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[Archer's smirk is weak at best; he is thoroughly embarrassed by that display. He's not used to losing control so easily - at least not when it comes to openly freaking out.]
I've actually purchased another egg. [The egg is actually back at the base; he didn't want to risk putting that in danger had Kimblee decided to attack or something.] Something called a "Houndour." I've been informed that it's a Fire-type.
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...unless he's given orders to, or you do something that makes it clear that doing so is necessary. At which point, yes, you're going to die.]
Oh? [So much headtilting at the mention of that egg, good sir.] Houndour...I didn't take you to be the sort to care much for dogs, Archer.
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[It's not something he's going to think about now, though. Instead he focuses on Kimblee's remark.]
A dog? No, I've never cared for dogs. What are you talking about?
[Somehow or other the most literal-minded person in the world has managed to miss the pun in the Pokémon's name. It takes some serious skill to be this amazing.]
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...can you do me a favor and please think about the thing's name for a moment...?
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Houndour; I don't see--
[...Hound.]
[Hold on, facepalming now.]
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[Because the only other explanation is that you just managed to hurt yourself somehow, though he wouldn't be surprised either way.]
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[His life, what is his life.]
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[So awkward he could die!]
I assume this purchase is to give you something of an advantage over the local gym?
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Yes; it was the only Fire-type this person was selling. I do hope it will be useful.
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[He can just imagine the amount of bitching if it's not.]