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

004. [Text/Action for Goldenrod City]

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[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.]

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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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[Kimblee smiles a bit at that; though he doesn't laugh, it's clear that he's amused.]

Ah, so I see my world's version of the beloved Brigadier General hasn't managed to win you over. Although after the incident on the train, I can't say that I blame you.

Of course not. The version from your world is smarter at least, but that just makes him even more of an asshole.

Well, next time we'll have some idea what to prepare for. I'm sure we can work out some sort of strategy that will stop him; these chimeras do have interesting abilities they can learn, certainly some of them will prove useful.

[Dammit, Mustang, he won't lose next time! ...He's still totally teaming up with Kimblee though.]

[...and his ~~little dog~~ flaming chicken too, Archer?]

I've recently managed to obtain a water-type, at the very least, and I've gotten an evolution out of Carlisle - the ground-type should prove useful there, if I'm not mistaken?

...of course, hopefully next time we won't be battling on a damned train. That will also prove helpful, I'm sure.

[Yes. Insert evil cackling here.]

You have? I suppose it has been awhile since we've battled. Is the Water-type your only new addition? What did Carlisle end up turning into anyway? Is he of any use now?

[...Okay, clearly it's time to geek out about our chimeras!]

[...oh u]

Relax, Archer - as much as I appreciate your faith in my speaking ability, I can only answer so much at once.

[He still seems rather amused, though - just teasing, really.]

The water-type is the newest addition in a while, yes; he just hatched recently - so yes, it was another of those godawful experiences, though at least this one is a turtle and therefore something that should come out of an egg. Hopefully he'll make himself useful soon enough - Dorian already hates him, I'm fairly sure, though I suppose I should have seen that coming.

As for Carlisle, he's...interesting-looking, and not something I'm about to release indoors. Let's leave it at that.

[He pauses for a moment, smirking.]

...the jump in stats was impressive, however.

[Oh come on, he's not talking that fast...!]

[However, he will listen to each answer carefully. A turtle? Okay... well, that's... new. Carlisle is the one he's most interested in though.]

Oh? He's that big?

[But that was a bittypig not all that long ago!]

Now I'm curious. Perhaps we ought to test our chimeras against one another again?

[Oh come on, he can totally beat Kimblee!]

...I don't see why not.

[Honestly, he can see many reasons why not. At the same time, battling will take his mind off of all those hideous things he doesn't want to think about anymore; perhaps it will even manage to serve as some sort of outlet.

Well, then, come on, Archer, outside - let's do this thing.]

[But of course, Kimblee. Why do you think he suggested it?]

[Anyway, once they're in a nice, wide-open space, Archer calls out his Golbat. It's snowing, which isn't great for his own visibility, but it seems his Pokémon don't have the same problem. That's good, though it makes communicating difficult without speaking. He'll just be shouting orders like a douchebag for this battle, sorry.]

Whenever you're ready.

[...going overleveled from the start, are you? Well, that's fine; Carlisle can use the experience. And besides, Kimblee has learned a few...very useful things about battling with Carlisle in the snow.

He pulls out a Pokéball and releases his murderpig, which has gone from looking like a football covered in shag carpet to...well. A three-and-a-half foot mound of pure shag carpet.

...right. Moving on, Kimblee will just be ensuring he gets at least one supereffective hit off, if nothing else during this battle - increased priority move is go.]

Ice Shard, if you will -

[...Don't mind Archer trying not to laugh his ass off over here. What did you do to that poor thing, Kimblee?]

Confuse Ray, Golbat.

[But the super-speedy bat isn't the first one to go, which earns a raised eyebrow. O...kay... so the moving carpet over there is faster? How is that possible...? Ice is supereffective against Flying-types, he knows that much, and the bat takes the damage relatively well, shaking off the ice as best it can. It then proceeds to launch the attack at shag carpet over there.]

[Leave his damn carpet alone!

Kimblee doesn't seem overly concerned about that Confuse Ray, though it's caused him more than his fair share of annoyance in the past; with any luck...yes.

That would be a miss, Archer; say hello to Snow Cloak.]

Ancientpower, Carlisle!

[...and, well, say hello to a bunch of rocks, because he doubts he'll be lucky enough to have Snow Cloak actually work twice in a row.]

[...What... just happened?]

[Okay, wait, no. Of all the moves he's seen, Confuse Ray very rarely misses, and usually only after something uses Sand Attack or Double Team to up their evasion--]

[...It's snowing, that shag carpet is an Ice-type. Perhaps that has something to do with why he can't hit it? Dammit. Archer's not going to lose his bat that quickly though, he immediately switches the Golbat out for the rather useless Feebas - well, it's dead in one hit, but that doesn't matter. It gives him a chance to swap in something that can actually take a few hits better than the bat.]

[Say hello to the evolved Lucena, Kimblee! She'll certainly be saying hello back in the most disgruntled way possible. It's cold and she hates the snow. Due to the switch-out, she can't actually do anything for the moment, but he'll give her orders anyway.]

Haze.

[He's not... entirely sure that will work, but if Carlisle's stats can be put back to normal he should have a much better chance of hitting it.]

[...what the - ]

Archer, is that your...

[oh my god, it is, that's that really obnoxious stat-alteration move...]

...she's a...

[Oh god, how do you even - ]

...she's evolved into a...

[...there is literally no classy way to put this, is there.]

...pimp. Or. Or somesuch.

[MOVING. ON.]

Ice Shard, again!

[Increased priority is amazing, Archer. Also, thanks for the experience from that fish! He appreciates i- ....what the hell was that fish, anyway?

...he'll ask later, too busy defeating you.]

[Oh come on!]

She is not a pimp! Why the hell do you keep insisting that--

[...Wait a minute, that wasn't you. That was Kimbley. He saw Lucena and came to the same conclusion. That's... that's right. That happened in the dream too. Archer's hesitates a bit too long and Lucena is hit hard by the Ice Shard. Ouch. That looked painful. But unlike Golbat, she actually has some defense! Some being the key word here.]

[Never mind, he'll worry about Kimbley and that dream later. He has a battle to win.]

Faint Attack, Lucena!

[Even if the Haze hasn't worked, Faint Attack won't be missing.]

[No, it won't; the hit isn't a pleasant one, but Carlisle will take it well. He didn't miss that hesitation, but he won't question it for now - no, Kimblee is more concerned with the fact that he's failing at killing Lucena, here. Dammit, Archer, your pimp-bird is also a blimp.

All right, he'll just be recalling Carlisle for now - let's send out that Vulpix of his, then - ]

[...YES, DORIAN, HE KNOWS IT'S COLD. NO, HE IS NOT PICKING YOU UP, GET OUT THERE AND BATTLE AND YOU'LL WARM UP, HE PROMISES.]

Goddamn it, Dorian...Roar, if you'll oblige -

[Yeah, you aren't the only one whose Pokémon do some really damn annoying things, Archer. Get that bird off the damn field and give him something he can beat up. And hopefully not the bat, if this gives him the bat again he's going to flip a fucking table.]

[Oh come on can we not roar at Lucena? He likes his blimp-pimp-bird out there! Ugh. Fine, fine! You'll just get to battle... Oh.]

[...Well there's now a derpy failcat on the field. Archer groans. He's not going to bother wasting a turn to switch her out. Sorry, Kimbley-cat, you're going to get knocked out soon. Let's just be as annoying as possible until then!]

Fake Out!

[It's one of those really annoying moves that serves no point other than to frustrate the enemy. This should be fun. The amount of lineface over here is astounding.]

[Oh, thanks, he can effectively not do anything but stand there for this turn. He. He really appreciates that. And from the look of it, so does Dorian. Seriously, you are getting the bitchiest expression because both ow and how dare you cockblock him by making him flinch.]

...really, Archer?

Yes, really.

[You'll get a smirk for that, asshole. Serves you right for forcing him into using his pet for battle!]

[Anyway, that cat will just be... giving herself a bath and not paying any sort of attention to the battle. Ugh. Let's just... try to get this to work, okay, Kimbley-cat?]

[...Yeah, he's starting to understand what the "this is going to suck" feeling is.]

Bite.

[Hey, maybe Dorian will flinch? Oh, that's assuming the cat is faster than it. That's. That's funny. It's a level fifteen cat. That's really funny.]

[One word, Archer. One. Word.]

Flamethrower.

[...Well.]

[That was. Fun.]

[Okay, let's just return failcat now. Time to send out something a bit more intimidating!]

Maróczy! Crunch!

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