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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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... okay, let's try this again. Complete silence...
... Nope. There is just no quiet time today. What the good hell...?
... And then he spots Kimblee in the distance. How interesting that his powers seem to have come back, possibly as a result of the malfunction that Gorthan heard news of...
Gorthan joins his hands behind his back. He can't say he dislikes observing Kimblee's madness at work. Though he kind of really wanted to be alone with the snow, too.
Sadly, that hood isn't too great at hiding Gorthan's long beak.]
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He'll pause soon enough, however; he's always been rather aware of his surroundings, and even when he's in a particularly elevated mood, he's very difficult to surprise. He's well aware that he isn't alone; when he turns to face the newcomer, he's rather flushed, both from the cold stinging his face and from being so worked up for a good amount of time.
...and then he'll be spending a few long moments trying to figure out exactly what in the world he's looking at.]
...can I help you?
[No, really, what in Leto's name are you.]
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Good morning, Red Lotus.
[His voice sounds the same as usual, so Kimblee may be able to recognize him.]
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As for whether or not he recognizes that voice...yes. Yes, he does.]
...well. I see that you weren't inebriated that evening after all.
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Anyway. He removes the hood, since it's useless. Hi, I am a duck from space, my eyes have no pupils whatsoever, etc.]
As a matter of fact, I was not. But, please, don't let me distract you from your well-deserved entertainment.
[Also, he is not pink.]
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As it stands, Kimblee will just headtilt for a moment, looking as though he's trying to decide what to say to this; in the end, he decides on simply not saying anything.
Really, Gorthan, Kimblee has seen his share of Eldritch abominations; you're not really any worse than Pride or Gluttony. If you're expecting him to freak out and be repulsed past the inital "wat" reaction, you're rather incorrect in that regard; he's just going to go back to smirking.]
I wouldn't call you a distraction, per se.
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[Thank you, Minnie, for telling Gorthan stuff that he can later use to troll Kimblee.]
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I admit that I hadn't considered exactly how temporary this would be, but believe me, I know better than to assume such a thing would be permanent.
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Will you let me have a closer look at how you work? It seems to involve... clapping your hands, if I'm not mistaken?
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Just the same, he won't allow Gorthan immediate access to his hands - he's become a bit hypersensitive toward that sort of thing since the fight with Ed in the mines of Baschool. He'll approach, but if there's any sign that Gorthan is going to try to touch or grab him, he's going to move back.
He wouldn't normally be quite this wary of it, but he doesn't have his Stones here.]
It isn't the clapping itself that allows me to access my alchemy; arrays are necessary for that regardless of what you're trying to do, with very few exceptions. Transmutation circles can take many forms; I just happen to carry mine with me.
[He turns one of his hands toward Gorthan, revealing the partial array burned into his right palm - the circle containing the inverted triangle with the symbol for the sun inscribed within, and the writing in what appears to be at least three languages surrounding the entire design itself.
There's a light scar running through the array, though it doesn't seem to have upset the design any; he doesn't seem bothered by it.]
The counterpart to that design is transcribed on my left hand; when pressed together, they form a hexagram, invoking all four of the Classical Elements. The symbols in the center oppose each other; the completed array allows me to transmute.
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... Gorthan respects you, Kimblee. He respects you so hard.]
What a practical application, for a synthesis of natural philosophies. I am truly impressed, Red Lotus.
I have a question, however. Don't the forces of Nature ever get tired of your using them for purely recreational purposes, as you seem to be doing now?
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Just the same, there's a balance that exists in the world; trying to force too much from too little, whether it's raw materials or potential energy, can harm the alchemist attempting, as well as others in the general area. It's referred to as a rebound; it's nasty work.
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So this simple amusement of yours can only end when you get tired of it, I see. Then, by all means, don't allow me to interrupt. Do go on.
[Except that his body language will be making it clear that this time, he'll be watching closely. Well... not too closely, since it's explosions we're talking about, but you get the idea.]