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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[And Kimblee will just be blatantly staring at his eight feet of mammoth before laughing in a rather demented fashion.]

I approve! Carlisle, Strength!

[...if the stat spike from last time was any indication, that move is going to seriously hurt.]

[Okay, well it looks as though it's finished evolv-- Where the hell is it?]

[.......................]

[...Oh.]

[.............................]

[.............................]

[...Hang on... words, we can words...]

What the fuck is that!?

[Well, we can sort of words!]

[Alekhine is taken out immediately - he has no defense to begin with, and that thing is ridiculously powerful. Okay. Well. This is going to suck isn't it. Just. Have a bat. Oh dear fuck.]

Confuse Ray! Make sure you hit this time!

[Well, Xanxus is going to be offered just about anything he may happen to want in exchange for this, up to and including Kimblee's soul, his body and/or a bunch of firstborn children that do not actually belong to Kimblee, because holy shit. This thing is awesome, Archer, that's what it is!

...okay, it's decidedly less awesome when Snow Cloak fails on him and Confuse Ray actually works, but that screaming is kind of letting Kimblee know that they're both aware of how screwed Archer is right now.]

Ice Shard -

[...or. Not. COME ON, CAN WE NOT BE ANTICLIMACTIC RIGHT NOW.]

[We live to fight another day, Golbat! \o/]

[No but seriously, what the shit is that. How the hell did it evolve again? Nothing makes sense anymore. Not that... anything ever made sense in this world to begin with...]

Poison Fang, Golbat!

[Okay, yeah, this bat has nothing good against a hulking mammoth, so let's just... try to Poison it or something?]

[...poison against ground. That's hilarious - it connects, but it works about as well as one would expect it to.]

Ancientpower, Carlisle!

[...well, at least he didn't smack himself this time.]

[Yes well. Well. Shut up.]

[...And there goes the bat. Okay, that's going to take several days of pampering to fix. Ugh. Stupid happiness evolutions...]

Well, congratulations are in order, I suppose.

[...]

What the fuck is that thing?

[Nope, he's not getting over this any time soon.]

You're asking me as though I have any idea?

[Despite his words, however, he is clearly still the smuggest thing, and he'll just be making his way through the snow to go get a better look at it. My god, Carlisle, you are massive.]

It's yours, you ought to have some sort of idea.

[It's eight feet of mammoth, of course it's massive! That thing will destroy nations, Kimblee. Nations!]

[...But can we use this to our advantage though...?]

Well, I suppose it will come in handy against the Gym Leaders.

I'd imagine he will; as I've said, he gained a rather impressive increase in stats before, I'll be surprised if he didn't do so a second time.

[Checking his 'dex like the thundering dork he is, don't mind him - so excited, so excited - ]

Excellent.

[Clearly, he got that stat increase he wanted.]

[Kimblee. You're talking to Archer. In comparison, you will never be a thundering dork. Just so you know.]

I take it he's improved, then?

[...Well, Kimblee certainly looks pleased, at least.]

Oh, quite a bit.

[Although while we're asking questions...]

When did you manage to get an evolution out of that bird, by the way?

Ah, Lucena? She evolved not long after we arrived in Goldenrod.

[That's... true, but there's no need to mention that she evolved due to a stone now is there? The longer Kimblee doesn't know about the Fire Stone and that fail Vulpix, the more hilarious it will be when he finds out!]

[...you're an asshole, Archer.]

Ah, really? She has quite the interesting second form, you know.

[And if you can't see where this is going, you're blind.]

In fact, I hadn't seen anything like it before today. Might I ask why you seem to think I had?

From what I've read, it seems this is her final evolution.

[...He might need glasses, then.]

Ah, my mistake. I just...

[A pause.]

Well, I thought I remembered discussing her with you. I suppose that was part of the dream.

[Nope, we're not going to bring up that it was the other version of you, why do you ask?]

[Don't worry, he'll go there for you.]

Oh...? I don't recall you saying that I was in any of these dreams of yours.

[...Dammit.]

Perhaps it was the other version of you, then. I don't remember.

I should think you wouldn't find us that interchangeable.

[...that's one of those things that he likely shouldn't have said, isn't it]

...

[...Yep. That was one of those things you should have kept to yourself, Kimblee.]

[RELEASE THE KRAKEN!]

I do not find you interchangeable! You two may have your similarities, but that's it! I would never replace him with anyone! Why the fuck would you ever imply something like that!? You don't mean half as much to me as he does!

[...Shrieking histrionics are always fun, aren't they? And yes, he can manage to screech all this in one breath. He's amazing like that, okay.]

Don't you fucking dare accuse me of that sort of shit!

[And for a good, long moment there's silence; the sudden outburst has clearly startled him, but that isn't the entire reason for the pause. There's a lot to take in there, buried under what Archer just said - implications, mostly, but the conclusion seems obvious.]

That's what he said to you, wasn't it.

[It isn't exactly a question, Archer.]

In this dream of yours...he said you were replacing him with someone else. Is that it?

[The silence doesn't do anything to calm him down, but Archer doesn't continue shrieking either. He normally has better control over himself, or he can at least act like he does. He can't stop the tightening of his fists or the tremors. If he was closer, he'd haul off and hit Kimblee. This isn't the one he's used to, and hitting this one just seems like a terrible idea. Still, he'd do it anyway. He needs to take his frustration out on something or someone after all.]

[Finally Kimblee speaks and Archer's fists tighten. Whatever eye contact there might have been before is broken, and Archer's glaring off somewhere to the left, mouth set in a tight frown. There isn't any verbal answer, but the fact that he's still shaking and looking pissed as hell ought to serve as enough of an answer for Kimblee.]

[It's not a direct answer, no, but it did tell Kimblee exactly what he'd wanted to know, and he's satisfied with it; Carlisle is decidedly less so, shifting his weight a bit and making a bit of an agitated noise. Kimblee can't say that he doesn't understand why - you could cut the tension in the air with a knife, and that tension is a large part of the reason why he isn't recalling Carlisle in the first place. He reaches out to place a hand against the creature's side, a clear indication that he should settle a bit, but otherwise?

Let's just say that hitting Kimblee is a very bad idea indeed, Archer.]

Didn't I tell you that there would be another outburst?

[His tone isn't mocking or cruel, even though it's clear that the question is a rhetorical one; however, it isn't gentle, either. Just very calm.]

I do believe you, you know. When you say you aren't replacing him.

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