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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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That's simultaneously sort of cute and really facepalm-worthy. He'll stick with the former response for now.]
I see. And what is it that these unicorns and such...do, exactly, with this magic? Outside of ensure that daylight happens on time, that is.
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[She gestures to the balloons on her flank.]
Every pony in Equestria has a special talent! Mine's parties. My friend Rarity's special talent is finding gemstones, so she can use her unicorn magic to do that, aside from the basic unicorn stuff like levitating and moving things around! She's a dressmaker, too, and uses her magic to help her cut fabric and sew and all kinds of stuff! And my friend Twilight's special talent is magic itself so she can do all kinds of spells that other unicorns can't, like she can copy Rarity's gemfinding spell even though most unicorns can't just copy the special talents of others!
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So I take it those marks have to do with what you're capable of - do you choose them, or do they just...appear, then?
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[For some reason it's the name that's killing him.
Excuse him while he just kind of stares at you for a moment. You don't mind, do you?]
That's all very quaint - though forgive me for being so blunt, but it's as though you all just fell fully formed out of a five-year-old girl's head.
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[She considers this, not looking terribly offended at all.]
That'd be pretty awesome! Kids are super creative!