Solf J Kimblee (
explosivecombat) wrote2012-02-07 03:36 pm
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Entry tags:
- !ic,
- *action,
- *text,
- @chidori yoshino,
- @crow hogan,
- @envy,
- @frank archer's utter lack of subtlety,
- @ivan braginsky (soviet union),
- @john egbert,
- @killua zoldyck,
- @maes hughes,
- @miles' failed attempts at baiting,
- @miss altava,
- @niou masaharu,
- @princess daisy,
- @vriska serket,
- @xanxus,
- admittedly kind of asking for it,
- also carlisle,
- because game mechanics,
- being you guys is suffering,
- engaging in heresy,
- good ideas are clearly relative concepts,
- how edgy of you,
- itp: we discuss zombies,
- just thought he'd ask,
- like a brick to the face,
- my logic is flawless,
- sanity is so passé,
- surprisingly not plotting anyone's death,
- texting into the void,
- that may have been a bit insensitive,
- that wasn't morbid at all,
- this is gonna suck,
- well that's needlessly sinister,
- why we can't have nice things
007. [Text/Action for Violet City]
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I ask that you forgive the morbidity of the question, but I find that there are some things that can't exactly go unasked -
I've heard rumors that if one dies in Johto, one doesn't exactly remain that way; has anyone actually proven this? If so, whom, and by what means?
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[Early afternoon in Violet City will see Kimblee dressed like quite possibly the world's most pretentious horseback rider, what with the black pants tucked into the pale grey knee-high boots, an amber shirt that's perhaps far too nice for the occasion, and the usual thick gloves over his hands, the ends of which disappear neatly under his sleeves. It would look halfway appropriate were he in the company of...I don't know, a Rapidash or something similar, but instead he's got Carlisle out in front of him. Kimblee seems to be checking over his murder mammoth, who's been at a bit less than 100% after almost a week of constant pushing to get to Violet City in the first place; however, after several days' rest, he seems to be doing fine. Kimblee is singing to himself as he circles the creature; it's not entirely perfect, but it's a decent mimickry of the tune Emmy was singing a few days ago.
Either way, he doesn't seem to be bothered by the fact that holy balls it's cold out here; hell, he's not even Blofelding it up with his Pineco right now. Obviously, whatever it is he's doing, he's a man on a mission. Or something.]
I ask that you forgive the morbidity of the question, but I find that there are some things that can't exactly go unasked -
I've heard rumors that if one dies in Johto, one doesn't exactly remain that way; has anyone actually proven this? If so, whom, and by what means?
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[Early afternoon in Violet City will see Kimblee dressed like quite possibly the world's most pretentious horseback rider, what with the black pants tucked into the pale grey knee-high boots, an amber shirt that's perhaps far too nice for the occasion, and the usual thick gloves over his hands, the ends of which disappear neatly under his sleeves. It would look halfway appropriate were he in the company of...I don't know, a Rapidash or something similar, but instead he's got Carlisle out in front of him. Kimblee seems to be checking over his murder mammoth, who's been at a bit less than 100% after almost a week of constant pushing to get to Violet City in the first place; however, after several days' rest, he seems to be doing fine. Kimblee is singing to himself as he circles the creature; it's not entirely perfect, but it's a decent mimickry of the tune Emmy was singing a few days ago.
Either way, he doesn't seem to be bothered by the fact that holy balls it's cold out here; hell, he's not even Blofelding it up with his Pineco right now. Obviously, whatever it is he's doing, he's a man on a mission. Or something.]
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[ Seriously, what is with you and your little friend and your morbid questions ]
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My, my. Do you really trust me that little, Hughes?
But to humor you, I'm not planning anything, no.
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why do you ask?
[Kimblee are you planning something entertaining]
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[Maaaaaaaaaaaybe.]
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i came pretty close once, if that counts for anything.
then again, in order for people to start saying that in the first place...wouldn't someone have already proven it?
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Either people here are incredibly jaded to things of that nature - which is understandable, I must admit, given all the whatnot that happens here on a regular basis - or it's baseless, but if it's the latter, I have to wonder how in the world it got started in the first place.
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[ACTION FOREVER]
[Carlisle is kind of hard to miss, and since he hasn't seen any other giant murderpigs running around, he can safely assume it's Kimblee's. The alchemist's attire will get him to quirk an eyebrow, but it's not something he immediately recognizes as a bad thing.]
Kimblee.
[He'll stop short of the mammoth, staring at it rather than Kimblee, arms crossed tightly over the long, black coat.]
You know it's pointless to attempt to train out here on your own.
[So what the hell are you doing out here in the freezing cold anyway?]
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A fair point, really, though I'm not exactly training.
[No, really. Unless he's found something particularly awesome out here in town, he's not going to bother giving it the Overpowered Tap Of Death.
He pauses, however, before continuing on.]
I'm going to be leaving for a few days; I trust you'll be able to manage in my absence?
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[is this 'i wish you were dead' or 'why haven't you killed anyone yet'? hard to say]
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I'm almost offended.
Try harder.
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However, I can't say that it doesn't beg at least some curiosity.
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However, can say have seen few people actually fatally wounded here, so can not say if death is impaired. Would make sense of monster fights though.
This place is rather horrifying in certain aspects.
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[Kittens hatching from eggs? Scarring for life. But things not dying no matter how many times you kill them is a-ok!]
As for wanting to test out the theory on a select few...wouldn't we all.
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never got to the point where I'd have to find out! don't think I ever wanna.
[Possibly never will, since he's too stubborn to die anyway.]
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I've seen enough people get fatal wounds to know that dying here isn't going to happen.
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Bug, I'm quite capable of walk-oh! Hello, Mr Kimblee!
[[Now that she's close enough to hear what he's singing, she breaks into a bright smile.]]
That's a lovely song~!
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Either way, the singing stops for the time being; he definitely doesn't seem displeased.]
Ah, Miss Altava - I was actually going to seek you out this afternoon, if I didn't see you beforehand; however, the details can wait for now. I trust you've been well?
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[Either you're being edgy or you actually are far more awesome than he may have given you credit for, wow.]
Go on.
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And if I find that I am, in fact, capable of willing them into existence, then I'll be a bit too content with my ability to warp reality to really care.
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Death isn't even a pro8lem for me. xxxx)
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And dare I ask why that is?
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[Now she's REALLY disappointed.]
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