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explosivecombat) wrote2012-02-07 03:36 pm
explosivecombat) wrote2012-02-07 03:36 pm
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?
[ACTION]
[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?
[ACTION]
[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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Never mind, Kimblee.
[At least he stopped himself from saying "It's not important"?]
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...we're done here, then. I'm not going to stand here and argue with you.
[And with that, he'll just be vaulting up onto Carlisle, like the freak of nature that he is.]
I trust you can handle the Onix on your own.
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...I'm sorry.
[He actually does mean that! For a very selfish reason, of course, but at least it's genuine? It's also loud enough so that you can hopefully hear him from all the way up there.]
I don't want to talk about it, but you're right. It's something we need to discuss if we want this to work.
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...somehow. Despite all the explosions and other really damn awful noises that he surrounds himself with.]
I'm not going to allow you to waste my time further, Archer; I suggest you stop behaving like a petulant child and actually discuss this, if you claim you're willing to.
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[Well, he's really not sorry about that at all.]
Shall we discuss this on the road?
[There's really no reason to wait around here, after all.]
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[Because the way he sees it, you can either discuss it here and risk possibly getting punched in the head, or you can discuss it on the road and risk getting kicked off the Mamoswine.
He'll just be jumping down, then. Carlisle will just...kind of snort at that because damn it, boss, will you make up your mind, but he doesn't sulk too much, at least.]
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[At least you're getting off the mammoth! Really, shouting up at you while attempting to explain all of this would just end badly for everyone involved. Archer takes a moment to stare at the ground, turning the Onix's Pokéball in his hands so he has something to do.]
Your... friend. Emmy. You battled her a few days ago; you said you planned on doing that earlier.
[How... does he explain this...?]
...Are you interested in her?
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...where did you get that impression?
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She certainly seems interested in you.
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[Who wouldn't be interested in you if you took them out on a date!]
[...........]
[NOT THAT HE'S INTERESTED OR ANYTHING]
[...Even though we've totally been on dates before.]
[...........]
[TOTALLY NOT INTERESTED THOUGH]
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That wasn't a date, Archer, as I've told you before.
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She certainly seemed to consider it a date.
[No, uh... that would be you misinterpreting things and pinning your beliefs on her, Archer. But okay. Whatever.]
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...and no, you're not getting away with that.]
Care to tell me what she said in that regard, then? I haven't heard exact words, Archer.
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I don't remember!
[...Okay, calm down. Snapping at Kimblee isn't going to do any good. Give him a moment to stare at the Pokéball and try to form a coherent thought. The latter really isn't working.]
...I don't remember what all she said. That's the feeling I got, however.
[His memory usually isn't this shitty, so that should tell you something right there. Even more telling is the sudden subdued demeanor; he's starting to think that maybe he was reading way too deeply into this and this is just saying something about himself rather than her.]
[...He really doesn't like that idea.]
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...and that's about when things start clicking.
Of course she's interested.
You're going to leave me for her, aren't you?
...oh.
But that...that can't be right, can it? He's never had interest in men, and as such he doesn't usually default to assumine that there's any sort of...well, genuine interest being thrown at him; at the same time, there are things happening that don't exactly add up any other way.
Oh. What do you even...say to something like that...?]
Archer...
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[It's a lot less angry this time around, but he's still defensive. He's very familiar with that expression - it says he's screwed up again. What did he even do this time? Outside of be a possessive little bitch, but that's nothing new.]
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Right?
He turns his attention back to Carlisle while he considers what to say to any of this; he decides against saying anything at all.]
If we want to reach Cherrygrove City in a reasonable amount of time, we should set out now. We should be capable of reaching our destination in three days' time; we'll be back within the week if we force it and don't waste time.
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Of course. Let's go.