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explosivecombat) wrote2011-12-10 04:55 am
explosivecombat) wrote2011-12-10 04:55 am
Entry tags:
- !fourth wall,
- !ic,
- *action,
- admittedly kind of flailing,
- clearly i have become meguca,
- everything's exploding and nothing hurts,
- itp: ace alchemist investigations,
- kimblee is overstimulated,
- kimblee will you put your gloves back on,
- my spinal cord is totally dancing rn,
- no kill like overkill,
- really damn awful noises,
- sanity is so passé,
- the happiest day,
- this calls for a tag party,
- this is gonna suck,
- tonight we're going hard,
- took a level in exploding things,
- transmutation circles everywhere,
- why we can't have nice things
00?. [Action for Goldenrod City / FOURTH WALL EVENT]
[Normal: Kimblee is hanging out on the outskirts of town today, wandering around in the snow.
Also Normal: His current activity is centered around forced population control on groups of wild Pokémon in the area; most call it "training," the local Rattata call it "horrifying."
Still Normal, If A Bit Disconcerting: Said population control involves a lot of loud explosions, followed by some kind of disturbing laughter.
Decidedly Less Normal: Those explosions are happening in rapid succession, too quickly for them to be caused by Selfdestruct without a lot of Revives...
Wait, What?: Hold on, Kimblee's Pokémon are nowhere to be seen.
Arceus, Please Save Us: ...yeah, those explosions are coming from Kimblee himself.
...oh dear.
When things aren't exploding, he's still more or less composed, if you see him from the back or at a distance; there's nothing frantic or erratic about his actions - if anything, his movements are very tightly controlled and almost unnaturally calm. He's simply walking around in areas that are quite obviously still tall grass, despite all the snow, and seeing what he finds. It's his expression that's obviously not right; he's got an >8D face going on that's only capable of being rivaled by very spoiled children being given free rein in a candy store on Christmas morning. And once something jumps out at him from that grass, it quickly becomes very obvious why.
He brings his hands together with a sharp snap, then drops down easily, the motion fluid; it isn't long before snow and general destruction is flying everywhere as explosions rip through the ground.
They're nowhere near as powerful as they might have been with the Philosopher's Stones - Johto wasn't that good to him, and the realization had led to a bit of linefacing at first - but they're still alchemy, and after two months without?
Feels. Good. Man.
So yes, there are a lot of explosions somewhere outside of Goldenrod (...okay, pretty much everywhere outside of Goldenrod eventually, because he's not going to stay in one place); Kimblee's just laughing like a maniac and...clapping like a moron, fainting Pokémon left and right as he goes. Today is awesome. Awesome.]
Also Normal: His current activity is centered around forced population control on groups of wild Pokémon in the area; most call it "training," the local Rattata call it "horrifying."
Still Normal, If A Bit Disconcerting: Said population control involves a lot of loud explosions, followed by some kind of disturbing laughter.
Decidedly Less Normal: Those explosions are happening in rapid succession, too quickly for them to be caused by Selfdestruct without a lot of Revives...
Wait, What?: Hold on, Kimblee's Pokémon are nowhere to be seen.
Arceus, Please Save Us: ...yeah, those explosions are coming from Kimblee himself.
...oh dear.
When things aren't exploding, he's still more or less composed, if you see him from the back or at a distance; there's nothing frantic or erratic about his actions - if anything, his movements are very tightly controlled and almost unnaturally calm. He's simply walking around in areas that are quite obviously still tall grass, despite all the snow, and seeing what he finds. It's his expression that's obviously not right; he's got an >8D face going on that's only capable of being rivaled by very spoiled children being given free rein in a candy store on Christmas morning. And once something jumps out at him from that grass, it quickly becomes very obvious why.
He brings his hands together with a sharp snap, then drops down easily, the motion fluid; it isn't long before snow and general destruction is flying everywhere as explosions rip through the ground.
They're nowhere near as powerful as they might have been with the Philosopher's Stones - Johto wasn't that good to him, and the realization had led to a bit of linefacing at first - but they're still alchemy, and after two months without?
Feels. Good. Man.
So yes, there are a lot of explosions somewhere outside of Goldenrod (...okay, pretty much everywhere outside of Goldenrod eventually, because he's not going to stay in one place); Kimblee's just laughing like a maniac and...clapping like a moron, fainting Pokémon left and right as he goes. Today is awesome. Awesome.]
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Well, when he ends up here blowing up all the wildlife...]Ah, I see.
[No he doesn't, but that's alright!]
I take it you've been out here for quite some time, then.
[...How many experience points have you gained, Kimblee?]
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...no, really, he has no idea how this even works, but he would be unsurprised if it actually works like that.]
I've been here for a couple of hours, by my estimate. Did you begin to miss me already?
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Oh of course. I simply can't stand to be without you, Kimblee.
[It's the same sarcastic tone as usual, and Archer's already smirking when he says it. Play-flirting with Kimblee is always fun~]
I was merely wondering where you had run off to again. I suppose there's no reason to worry, unless you intend to get caught in one of those explosions.
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Oh, come now - that would be horribly anticlimactic, don't you think?
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Naturally, but that would be a suitable end, wouldn't it?
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...as it stands, however, that comment of Archer's gives him pause for a moment; there are a lot of things that could be said to that, and he doesn't want to say most of them. After all, he already knows what sort of end he meets; he doesn't want to tell Archer that, however. The only person that knows about that for sure is someone who's never seen his face.]
I'm going to have to disagree with you, Archer; I've survived entirely too much to go out like that.
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Yes, yes, I suppose so. Still, if you don't die in some sort of fiery explosion, I will be disappointed.
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[Hint: He gives no fucks. But as was noted before, play-flirting is fun, and he isn't opposed to playing with Archer once in a while, if he's in a good enough mood.]
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[Oh come on, he doesn't even get a half a fuck? One of these days he'll get one from you, Kimblee! ...That was play-flirting okay. That wasn't some kind of Freudian slip or anything okay.]
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Just ensure that you continue to return the favor.
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But of course. It would be rude to do otherwise, wouldn't it?
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Incredibly so, and you know I won't tolerate that.
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[As long as it's used in this context, alchemy and alchemic references are fine. ...Though your alchemy is fine as well since it's destructive and useful, but details!]
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[Alchemy is usually useful, Archer. It's either destructive and useful or reconstructive and useful, but either way it's useful, otherwise we wouldn't do it.
...unless your name is Shou Tucker, but details...]
Speaking of Equivalent Exchange, I suppose I should apologize for the disturbance earlier?