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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[You're not the only one feeling disoriented, Kimblee! Archer's currently out looking for him, but it seems Kimblee's determined to hide today. The text is unexpected, and Archer promptly replies.]

It is irritating, isn't it? Unfortunately I have no idea where it's coming from. Where are you?

Gambling?

[Roy is standing a little farther down the street. He doesn't have a Poké Ball in either hand, but Kimblee should be able to tell that the man has tensed up.]

I never expected you to be the type.

[ Maes is only sitting a few buildings away, in his room, when he gets the text. He's been a little disoriented, himself, but he's taking the time to analyze this, rather than punching slot machines in the face... ]

I think it is probably better to not think on it.

nobody's found out about the music, so far as I know. recall any dreams from the last three days?

[Having been through the 'three missing days' thing for the third time now, Envy's not too surprised by it, even though it's the first time he's woken up in another city. But he is curious about how much other people remember or don't, because maybe there's a pattern to it.]

[A Pikachu runs out into the street in front of Kimblee. He stops suddenly and cocks his head at him. He doesn't look like one of those NPCs walkin' around. And then....in the distance.]

GODDAMNIT, AURUM, GET YOUR FURRY LITTLE ASS BACK HERE!!

[The Pikachu grinned and ran to a pile of snow on the side of the road and made a little snow ball. He then beckoned towards the man in white. Distract his trainer, see him get another snowball in the face?

At that moment, Ed rounded the corner. There was still some snow clinging to his hair, and he didn't look too happy.]

Where are you, you little-

[He spots them.]

Aurum, get away from him, NOW!

[Gorthan, now back in his perfectly human and terrestrial body, doesn't get you, Johto. Which is... quite alright, since he loves being surprised. Why is the paramount attraction for the loftier classes in Goldenrod... this? A casino, of all things? And the music, dear Evron! Who would ever want to listen to this? The fast, cheery sounds make Gorthan's head ache, before he realizes that there is no way that tune is ever getting out of his head now, so he might as well enjoy it.

He doesn't quite see Kimblee at first, since he's too dazzled by the bright colors and dazed by the brain-adhesive tune. Is this really what Earthlings believe is high-class entertainment nowadays?]

Lady! Please can you stop? Mousy really doesn't deserve that!

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