explosivecombat | 004. [Text/Action for Goldenrod City]

004. [Text/Action for Goldenrod City]

[ACTION]

[Three days gone, with no explanation.

Kimblee had awakened strangely on Tuesday, feeling as though he hadn't slept much at all, and throughout the day he'd been unable to shake it - it's the same sort of feeling he gets when when he's been overstimulated, maybe, or spent time on a particularly difficult assignment. He would have chalked that up to a simple failure at restful sleep - he's not immune, and it happens - but then he'd checked the Gear for the time and date.

Three days gone. No memories from those three days whatsoever.

That. Doesn't. Happen.

He'd spent most of the day more wary than usual; he doesn't like this any, nor does he like the fact that there's nothing he can do about it. Even the normal solace he finds in sound isn't coming to him; he usually finds the music in Johto to be a nice constant, but now it's just grating on him - hell, he can't even be sure that anyone else is hearing it at all, and that's no use to him whatsoever.

Bluntly put, he's been feeling disoriented, Johto makes next to no damn sense as it is, and this entire thing is leaving him just a bit irritable and not wanting to stay in one place for very long. So! Today he's out wandering around Goldenrod; he doesn't seem too terribly bothered by the snow, though the heavy coat he has on over his suit and the long, pale scarf he has wrapped around his neck and shoved into his collar is definitely helping, as are the gloves he usually wears. He's determined to find something to clear his head; after a while, he finds himself in front of a building that's both stupidly loud and gaudily done-up. He kind of tilts his head at it for a moment; the place is pretty much an exercise in sensory overstimulation, isn't it.

It's perfect.

He pauses for a moment before entering; the music playing softly through the streets is the same as it always was. He doesn't want to ask if anyone else is hearing it; that's just asking for trouble. However, there are ways to get some sort of response without asking directly. He pulls out his Gear briefly, sending out a quick message via Text before entering that...casino. Game Corner. Thing.]

[TEXT]

Has anyone been able to locate the source of the incessant stream of music, or is that another of those mysteries that we're encouraged to not think too much about?

[OOC: Action-wise, you're more than welcome to catch him outside the building itself...otherwise, he fully intends to spend the next good while wanting to kill a slot machine in the face, so he won't exactly be hard to meet up with if he's seen.]

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[ Damn these devices... so unreliable... ]

Oh?

[ A small lag, then a second text. ]

No chance of this being alchemy?

[ Only way he can think of to explain crazy shit going down. But... alchemy doesn't work here, right? But you would know, Kimblee. You're a ~~freak~~ alchemist. ]

[...Hughes, how on earth do you think alchemy works? Is it magic? Really, next you'll be assuming someone just kicked his door in one day, yelling "YER A WIZARD, KIMBLEE!"]

I can't think of any sort of alchemy that would be capable of something like this, much less on this scale.

[ Hey, hey. If you can create a statue figurine of yourself in a mountain with one punch, you can do anything, okay? Okay? Magic, alchemy... they're all the same mutant freakshow. Plus, some of you aren't nearly smart enough to have been able to figure a complicated science out all on your own... ]

I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not that I'm not alone in this.

[um excuse you this is a very complicated science, okay

it just happens to center around runes and symbolism and opening mystical pathways with your mind and seeking out paths of energy and -

...my god, he sounds like a disgruntled hippie, never mind.]

Do you remember nothing, then?

[ You mean you're not a magical, disgruntled hippie...? His dreams, Kimblee, they're crushed... ]

Nothing.

[ Pause. Then, second text. ]

I also woke up in the middle of Route 34, when I remember going to bed in Goldenrod.

[...this is why he never explains the complexities of doing alchemy to anyone. There's no way to not make himself sound like an incredibly disgruntled refugee from a magical girl series.

As it is, you're getting quite the pause before Kimblee responds.]

I recall dreams, somewhat, and some of them involved being outside of Goldenrod, though I awakened here, as always.

...it feels as though I haven't slept, however. Given that it was apparently a three-day coma, one would assume that wouldn't be the case.

[ Alchemy is just magical girls for men, isn't it? ]

Dreams?

[...yes, it...really kind of is... ~~Tell Izumi Curtis that, boys.~~]

Yes. Odd, nonsensical things, mostly.

[Pause. Then another.]

That isn't normal.

[ His texts. They are getting shorter and shorter. Mostly because, what the hell is this texting thing anyways? The screen is small, the keys are small... boy, does he sound like an old man already... ]

Oh?

[If that means he's an old man, then they can be old men together; Kimblee spent quite some time when he arrived here generally annoyed at the text function. He's gotten better with it, though he tends to prefer face-to-face interaction with those he actually knows; text is better for those he doesn't want seeing his face for whatever reason at the time.]

Not really, anyway. Most of my dreams center around humans, Hughes, not |

[How to describe this? Hang on...]

...creatures that my mind has chosen to make up. These weren't chimeras, either, as I could tell.

[ What...? ]

Creatures? Creatures that aren't Pokemon, you mean?

[ what are you on, Kimblee? ]

Yes. The details are hazy, which is another thing that usually doesn't happen, but when it comes to descriptions you likely wouldn't believe me if I told you.

Oh, do tell

No, no, believe me, that's quite all right.

[You can probably feel the force of his orz through the screen, good god.]

[ But... he's curious. He wants to know... ]

It's starting to sound like you just ate something bad Friday night!

Shall I assume you just got horrendously drunk and we can call it even, then?

I would much rather prefer that, I think.

[...oh, facepalm.]

Clearly, one of Amestris' finest on the Intelligence division.

Why, thank you!

[ But really, think about it, Kimblee. ]

At least then, there would be evidence of my weekend.

[...oh. Well. He sees what you did there.]

...and yet there's nothing whatsoever.

[ What...? He's intelligent enough... ]

Yes, that is what bothers me.

[Yes, well, he's realizing that.

...again.

...Johto, you are a jerk.]

...where are you? Somehow I doubt this should be continued here.

[ He's tempted to type you a message being all, "Oh? You want to see me? :D" but he won't... ]

Goldenrod. In the apartment I woke up in. You?

[...Hughes, you are going to break his brain solidly one day by mock-flirting with him, aren't you?]

Goldenrod as well - at that incredibly gaudy casino, it's a bit hard to miss.

[...or, well, perhaps he'll just break his own brain with the implied "My place or yours?" here, whatever.]

[ ... no need to. There are easier ways of breaking your brain. Like, shoving a picture of Gracia in your face. ]

I think I know where. These things might be better discussed in a more private place. I'll send you the address in another message.

[ ... apparently, he's just invited you over to his place, Kimblee. ]

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