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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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If all living organisms contain such things...then by that logic, there must be some sort of standard that would render a being inherently human - what separates us from the dogs, if you will. Individuality, then, would be deviations from that standard. Am I on the right track, or...?
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When it comes to DNA, there are no set standards. In fact, mutations of the instructions may occur, in some cases even unpredictably. And like I told you the first time we spoke, again there are three different types of result - a benign mutation, resulting in the organism achieving better health and overall performance; a malignant mutation, leading to debilitation and illness; and one that is neither one or the other, or the two combined.
I make those mutations happen. I can reprogram the instructions that discipline the functioning of life, and transform it into something else. Most of my subjects look nothing like they were when I first met them.
Let's assume for a moment that, looking into your DNA, I will be able to find the exact genes that correspond to your... wild euphoria and burst of energy in response to the stimulus of an explosion. And suppose I could implant those same genes onto a creature analogous to your Electrode and I had the power and means to make as many of these creatures as I wanted. Can you predict what the result would be?
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Either that or you would get a large lot of sociopaths that took great pleasure in making each other explode.
[AWESOME WOULD HAPPEN, GORTHAN. AWESOME WOULD HAPPEN.]
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And now I shall ask again - would you be willing to provide that blood sample?
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Perhaps I'll oblige you; I have to admit interest in how this is going to play out.
[Let's do this thing.]
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And of course, you plan to be in Goldenrod, correct?
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