Solf J Kimblee (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
explosivecombat) wrote2011-12-14 05:08 pm
explosivecombat) wrote2011-12-14 05:08 pm
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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...those communication devices, perhaps.
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Roy had assured me that the private call options would be secure and private, but... one can never really be sure, can they?
[ He frowns. Something doesn't add up, though. ]
But, really, what would be the purpose? Why would anyone need to keep track of everyone here? For what end are we supposed to serve? The rumor is to defeat the Elite Four, but one would think that someone would have accomplished it by now? Or at least, attempted it. Unless the challenges are just supposed to be distracting us from something bigger.
[ .... too bad Maes hadn't figured things out in Amestris yet. Because from the way he's talking, it's sounding like people are just being gathered together in one city and giving a false purpose to keep them distracted.
...... Doesn't that sound familiar?
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...I suppose that's a possibility, yes.
[WELP. IT'S STARTING TO LOOK LIKE WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE.]
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I suppose the first step would be to figure out how to get to the Elite Four, mmm? But... that may be hard, if they have the ability to simply erase three days from our memories.
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But as it stands...that is a very good point, actually.]
Fair enough - but if the point is to defeat them, surely there must be some way that's hypothetically going to allow us to get to them, if for no better reason than people tend to work better with at least some semblance of a visible goal. Perhaps starting there would work.
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[ We'll need to go deeper, won't we? ]
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There's a gym in Mahogany Town; it seems to be run by an older gentleman named Pryce. I don't know if it's the last - honestly, from the way people talk on the network, I really don't think it is - but the creatures he uses are ridiculously high-leveled, if the rest of the gym is anything to judge by.
[Yes, we tried. Yes, we got curbstomped at the door. No, he doesn't want to talk about it.]
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[ He's not... particularly thrilled with that idea. But that's really more Kimblee's department, right? ... If Kimblee could actually defeat Pryce... ]
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If we achieve anything, I'll contact you with what information I can.
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And that's settled, then. No point speculating any more, because there isn't much else t speculate in that area. However, he's interested to know who'd travel with Kimblee.
... Or rather, who Kimblee would tolerate enough to travel with, more like. ]
Oh? Traveling partner? Someone you've met here in Johto?
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His name is Frank Archer; have you met?
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Glad to see you're making friends, Major~!
[ ... Was he inadvertently dissing you somehow...? .... Maybe. ]
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... Laughs. ]
You're the one that chose to come over to me, this time, actually!
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[ A little bit more serious, now. Just a tiny bit. ]
Though, Major, what would you call someone you are willing to muse with on the situation at hand over a cup of tea?
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I don't mean for it to come off in such a way. I'm simply curious, since I do not share the same opinion on friendships.
My apologies if I've offended you with my question.
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I'm rather difficult to offend, Hughes; I'd think that would be plain by now.
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That's right, you do have an especially thick skin, don't you?
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To answer your question, however, I don't really give much thought to what constitutes friendship and what doesn't. However, I'd think it would need to be based on a mutual understanding that that's what the relationship is in the first place, don't you?
I... what... fail!tag... >: my brain died.