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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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... I can see that. What brought upon the sudden change?
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[That's possibly the best way to describe it, but he's definitely lucid enough to understand that it makes very little sense, particularly to those who don't utilize alchemy in the same way that he does.]
The energy here is different than it is in Amestris; there's something about the way it flows, the way the world interacts with those inhabiting it. It isn't right, and to state the obvious, alchemy doesn't work.
I don't know what changed, but I'm very aware that it has.
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How curious... I wonder what caused it.
[ He glances curiously down at his Eevee. She doesn't seem any different. And, of course, he's not feeling anything different, either. ]
I wonder if...
[ He's more mumbling to himself, now, than talking to Kimblee. But perhaps this means there's a way home? ]
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[Kimblee isn't exactly interested in that first part; he has no idea what caused it, nor does he think standing around and discussing it is really going to get them anywhere. However, that latter part sounded like a theory in the making, and Kimblees like theories, oh yes they do.]
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He takes a moment to think through this situation. Hmm... last he'd spoken to Roy, he'd only had six badges. Maes was quite certain that Roy would've told him if he'd gotten all eight. And Kimblee had mentioned that he hadn't started at all.
... Perhaps, then, it was one of the ones he hadn't had much interaction with? That Victor fellow claims that he'd been here a while... ]
I wonder if someone from our world has completed the challenge.
[ He rubs his chin thoughtfully. ]
Like, a door that's been opened, that's letting some of the outside air in. If that's the case, I'm assuming that we only have a limited amount of time to find the door and return, before it closes again.
[ A pause. Then, a shrug. If you'd want to return at all. ]
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...
...that's...]
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I see. That does make a certain degree of sense - if one had managed to access our world, then perhaps it would have some sort of lasting effect on this one.
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Although judging from my discussions with Mustang, no one has even attempted to go up against this..."Elite Four" that would be central to completing the challenge. I'd think that if someone were making an attempt that looked as though it stood a chance of succeeding, they would have notified the network. After all, most post while they're in the middle of attempting to gain one of these badges - if the challenge were about to be completed, I'd think they would want to document either their success or their failure in proving these rumors that have been circulating.
[...Hughes, what have you done. Kimblees like theories, oh yes they do]
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Maes takes some time to ponder this new bit of information. He's a little frustrated that he doesn't have more information on this world, yet. Unfortunately, information is incredibly hard to come by... it's almost as if... ]
I'd imagine that, whatever is keeping us here would not want us to figure our way out. Otherwise, they would be helping us reach our goals. This is only a theory, of course, but perhaps after you reach a certain level, you lose contact with the network. After all, if one makes it seem that going up against this Elite Four is simple, then they'd lose credibility.
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That's been my thought from the start. Whomever brought us here is intentionally keeping us in the dark in several ways, and it's very clear that whatever their intentions are, allowing us to leave through our own will plays no part in them. Believe me, I know a prison when I see one - this particular cage just has some strangely-decorated bars.
There are frequent mentions on the network of those that have "disappeared" - they vanish entirely from the system, their Gears become inaccessible and their numbers no longer work; for all intents and purposes, contact has been completely cut off. Some that I know have vanished in a similar manner. Though I haven't seen any particular pattern to these disappearances, I also don't know how long most of these people were here before it happened; the theory you've proposed might explain some of it, at least.
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I've been told that I've been here before, though I don't remember any of it. And I've heard of these sudden disappearances as well. It's almost too convenient, really. People disappearing and leaving no traces that they were ever here.
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[It's not really a question; it's clear that they're both on the same wavelength with this.]
I suppose the next question would be the means by which this is done, then - obviously the devices are one thing, since technology can be tampered with; it's the disappearances themselves that are a bit harder to explain away. From the sound of it, in some cases it's a matter of them disappearing in the night - their traveling partners simply awaken to find them missing.
The logical conclusion is that it's done the same way we get here in the first place, but that also has the unfortunate effect of raising more questions than it answers.
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[ That was also not really a question. Right now, they're both really just thinking out loud at each other. ]
Or perhaps those that disappear without reaching the challenge are simply people who've come across too much information. And whoever is behind all of this is just covering his tracks, keeping anyone else from finding out anything more.
[ ... That doesn't sound familiar at all. Totally not what happens in a certain someone's future... ]
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Well, Kimblee's never really been one to spare feelings, so...]
I wouldn't be surprised at that, given what you've told me regarding apparently having been here before. History has an unfortunate way of repeating itself, it seems.
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You mean, you don't think I completed the challenge when I was here the first time?
[ It's okay, he doesn't really believe he did, either. But he isn't at all connecting that with his real death, since nobody ever wanted to tell him how and why he died. He's just assuming that Kimblee is talking about how he's going to start figuring stuff out here again. ]
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And then, just a stare. He's not sure what you're trying to get at, there... ]
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Recovering!]
Surely you don't think what I told you regarding your fate in Amestris happened for no reason, Lt. Colonel.
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Give him a moment to let that sink in. ... ]
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... that makes sense. ]
If that's the case, it was probably a stupid idea to bring me back here again.
[ A dry laugh. Oh, the irony of it all... And the so many things he's not aware of that everyone else seems to know. ]
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As was mentioned earlier, he won't spare your feelings - but he isn't above small displays of mercy, in his own way.]
Well, if this conversation is any indication - I'd say you may be right, actually.
[...that may have been a compliment. Accept it. You won't get many.]
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We'll see, hmm? If I suddenly disappear, you'll know why, then.
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I suppose that's one way of getting home, if you're too lazy to do the whole challenge... just do a lot of speculating.
[ It's fun for some people. It'd be like a game... ]
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[His tone is flippant when he says it, almost dismissive; he supposes the topic really should bother him a bit more than it does, but the truth is that he really can't bring himself to care. Leaving this place isn't exactly high on Kimblee's list of priorities, after all.]
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1/2 yay icon spamming...
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