Solf J Kimblee (
explosivecombat) wrote2011-12-14 05:08 pm
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Entry tags:
- !ic,
- *action,
- *text,
- @envy,
- @esteemed brigadier general roy mustang,
- @frank archer's utter lack of subtlety,
- @fullmetal,
- @gorthan and his biology,
- @maes hughes,
- @mihoshi kuramitsu,
- @riku,
- admittedly less than fabulous,
- itp: ace alchemist investigations,
- just thought he'd ask,
- my logic is flawless,
- my tiny violin tho,
- really damn awful noises,
- slacking off like hell,
- texting into the void,
- this is really stupid
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.]
[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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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.]
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[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.]
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Archer, is that your...
[oh my god, it is, that's that really obnoxious stat-alteration move...]
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[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.
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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.]
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She is not a pimp! Why the hell do you keep insisting that--
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Faint Attack, Lucena!
[Even if the Haze hasn't worked, Faint Attack won't be missing.]
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All right, he'll just be recalling Carlisle for now - let's send out that Vulpix of his, then - ]
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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.]
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[...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.]
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...really, Archer?
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[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.]
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Flamethrower.
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[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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Archer, what in the world did you name that poor dog?!
[NO SERIOUSLY
YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTH AND DUMB HAPPENS EVERY TIME YOU SEND THAT DOG OUT]
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Confuse Ray, Dorian.
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[Goddammit, not in the middle of a battle! Also way to make him feel dumb - today we're tsuning hard.]
Crunch, again.
[Well, clearly luck isn't on Archer's side today. The dog somehow or other manages to smack himself in the face. Archer groans.]
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...also good job, Dorian; the fox has decided that it has had quite enough of this battling crap and quite wants to be picked up, thanks.]
No...go Quick Attack it or something!
[...
At least Dorian has enough common sense to not disobey his trainer; he will just be doing that, then!]
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Finish it! Reversal!
[It's one of the only Fighting-type moves he actually has, and Reversal certainly is an interesting move. Maróczy charges at Dorian, prepared to land that move.]
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Kimblee will just be recalling him and sending out Carlisle again, then.]
Ancientpower.
[No kill like overkill.]
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[Alright, well at least he took out Dorian. That's not saying much, is it? Oh well, he'll return the dog and call out Lucena again. She's weak against Ice and Rock - that's what Ancientpower is, right? - but she can withstand hits like a boss, unlike the rest of his team.]
Faint Attack, again.
[There's... really nothing else he can do except hammer away at this thing at this point.]
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That Electrode is just going to be made of >8D until Kimblee actually issues the order. It's. Not going to be liking that order very much.]
Explosion!
[...well, on top of complete sudden death for Aya and whatever he manages to do to Lucena, there is now snow everywhere and Kimblee laughing like a goddamn maniac because as far as he is concerned, Aya just awesomed all over this battle.]
Beautiful - absolutely beautiful!
[...yep.]
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[And of course, as predicted, the Electrode explodes, taking out Lucena with it. Archer immediately shields his face from the snow (with his left arm, of course, because his default is to shield rather than run away, he's clearly a smart one).]
Dammit, Kimblee!
[Oh come on! That's cheating! Except it really isn't but. Shut up.]
[Fine! You'll just have to deal with the most annoying Abra on the planet, then! Alekhine is called out and... is fast asleep. Dammit, this is making him look bad.]
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So it seems you're not a total failure at gambling after all.
[Carlisle will just be sent out, then; thanks to Aya being utterly unconscious now, he managed to gain all of the experience from - ]
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