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If you're certain, then - I've been staying in the inn, room number 107. I do have a few things to deal with this afternoon, but I see no reason why you can't accompany me, should you want to.

Alright. I'll be there in a few hours!

[CAN YOU HEAR THE 8D, KIMBLEE?]

[...And before you get a chance to change your mind about that, he's turning off the 'Gear~]

[7/31/2012: 10:20 AM]

While I assume I'm supposed to appreciate the attempt you're making, and I suppose it's good that you've had such an epiphany (if it can be called that), I would like to remind you that I am no longer your concern. You have no reason to seek out advice regarding our situation, nor do I recall ever asking you for any sort of apology or reconciliation attempt.

Furthermore, I'm not sure why this needed to be explained to you by a third party to begin with. You made it plain that you wouldn't lock me up like that because you knew that I would take up issue with it; how, exactly, did you not understand that doing so would result in me taking up issue with it?

I would ask you what you want from me at this point, but it's rather plain from past incidents that your answer will be "for everything to be as it was before" - in other words, to act as though none of this ever happened, and for both of us to become neurotic in an attempt to not anger each other. That isn't anything I'm interested in at this point. Stop assuming that I am.

I wasn't rational that night in Goldenrod; I owe you an apology for that much. Consider it offered. But that's all I'm offering at the moment.

Your time is appreciated.

[07/31/2012: 2:17 PM]

[Archer doesn't reply immediately. Oh sure, he types out a response, but he doesn't send it. It's entirely made of anger and attacks on Kimblee that he knows are out of line. He deletes the message not long after he's done writing it and sets the 'Gear aside. He'll deal with it later.]

[Of course that isn't the case, and he spends the entire time trying to come up with something to say. It would be stupid to give up now. But if their last argument has taught him anything, it's that Kimblee won't fucking listen to him. He might be a bit bitter. Just a bit.]

If that's what you want then fine. I'm not going to argue with you.

[That's it. He doesn't have anything else to say to Kimblee.]

I appreciate that much, although I find the fact that you chose to not address anything else that was said to be telling.

But so be it.

I'll put in for reassignment when I return to Goldenrod City; should you wish to do so before then, I won't stop you.

I'm in town. Contact me as soon as you receive this.

Commander.

Good to see that you've arrived in one piece; I trust you're faring well?

As well as can be expected.

Regarding catching up, I can stay here as long as needed. I have an assistant handling my regular duties, and have been shipping the occasional item back to HQ. I do plan to collect my 7th badge during my stay, but I can do that whenever I want.

[In other words, he has a lot of free time on his hands at the moment.]

Understood. I should be back in town as of tomorrow night; allow me the next day to placate Isaac, as I'm certain he'll find some reason to monopolize my time. Feel free to collect your badge in that time; Archer and I should be prepared by Saturday.

Believe me; what we're planning will be well worth the wait.

Edited (HTML.........) 2012-10-04 09:17 (UTC)

Excellent. Contact me once both of you are ready.

'Twas but five days ere Christmas
And something was brewing;
I've looked outside lately —
Is this mess your doing?

[Oh, is that how we're playing it tonight? Well. He has no idea what you're doing, but he can figure out meter well enough.

At least not all of his poetry chokes Vogons, though it often comes rather close.]

Though I'm often the reason
We can't have nice things,
I know not these creatures,
Nor what's pulling their strings.

They're disrupting my time off
By raising such hell;
I did try to confront one -
...No, it didn't end well...

And yet, though the battle
Was...anticlimactic,
I intend to re-challenge
(After changing my tactic);

Have you any ideas?
I may be receptive -
We oft disagree,
But I'll admit you're perceptive.

Edited 2012-12-22 06:00 (UTC)

Well, you can't hardly fault me
(Though I'm glad that I checked)
For assuming you might be
The most likely suspect

In this problem's inception.
(I'd have wagered my pockets
That the fault for this crisis
Rested firm with the Rockets.)

But the matter at hand now's
Not assigning the blame -
As it happens, our áffairs
Are one and the same.

I'm on holiday too;
This is wrecking my fun
So it comes down to the fact
That something must be done.

Though we're oftentimes rivals,
We've a mutual foe:
When you fought with the creatures,
How did the battle go?

While the blame issue is far
From the crux of the matter,
This would be quite impressive,
So consider me flattered

That you'd think this my doing!
(Though were I behind this spree
There'd be far more explosions,
A greater distance from me.)

I've faced only one,
Not for long 'fore I fled
(My dear friend nearly sent
His own hand through his head

He did facepalm so hard
But I believe I digress);
This fight was unique,
Nothing more, nothing less.

Though my creatures themselves
Have formidable power,
Despite their attacks,
The invaders did tower -

I would say I did nothing,
And leave it at that
(Though it would sting my pride
That those attacks fell flat)

But that isn't the case,
No, it was quite the surprise
With each strike, our opponents'
Power did rise.

It is quite the myst'ry,
What steps should be taken
When this world decides that
Rules should be foresaken

And rules that this world
Has created, no less!
It seems that Johto has
Its own version of chess

In which none of the pieces
May be seen or moved proper
Due to all bound'ries
Being sent to the chopper -

(I admit that I likely
Sound terribly mad;
Both the fight and the cold
Outside are rather bad

So forgive me for showing
Less guile and less charm
Than I usually do,
Even when causing harm

And sending you texts
In the midst of it all;
Bluntly put, I'm annoyed
At the result of this brawl.)

But I'm not here to complain
Nor bring up past conflicts,
Due to these things placing us in
Such a hideous fix.

I take it you've faced down
These creatures as well?
I would quite like to hear
How you fared, if you'll tell?

Oh, I strive to give credit
Where credit is due.
That’s indeed quite a tale
And a helpful one too —

For it’s said in a crisis
That wise is the man
Who like one of action
Does think out his plan,

But when time comes to act,
The reverse; then, he ought
To act out that plan
Like a person of thought.

As yet, I’ve not attacked;
I’ve just watched them advance
Though I fear that if I were
To go take a chance

And launch an assault
Quite the same as you tried,
It’d come out the same
And my hopes’d be denied.

But of course, I would never
Just leave it at that;
There are always more ways
Than one to skin a cat.

If attacks will not work,
Then that way, we can’t top them
But we don’t have to beat them;
We just have to stop them.

The bigger they come,
The more gravity’s gripping.
So it’s torque that might save us —
Ever heard of cow tipping?

The country I hail from
Isn't greatly complex;
A fair bit's quite rural,
And as such, the prospects:

I've mentioned the army,
In which many enlist -
I'm that sort myself,
Really, all that I've missed

Are mining and farming,
Perhaps welding as well.
(And when given a blow-torch...
...well, I wouldn't excel.)

So I think I've heard of it,
Just in passing, perhaps;
And I think in my knowledge
There're quite a few gaps -

See, I'm from the cold north
So it's nothing I've done
But I get the idea
And it does sound quite fun...

Edited (html tags don't fail me now) 2012-12-22 09:19 (UTC)

It doesn’t take much;
Just the basics of science,
But upon them I think
We can put our reliance.

For within every creature
Be it small or it great
There’s a center of gravity;
‘Round that, we must rotate

The behemoth until
Like said cow, it does tip.
You might push on its head,
Or its feet, you might trip,

But regardless of how
You make that come around,
All we need are results:
Put that thing in the ground.

A matter of physics, then -
Well, I surely approve!
I'm a bit of an expert,
Which I'll let this task prove

But I can't say I don't
Owe you my gratitude
For this plan, so I'll grant it.
(I would hate to seem rude.)

I do have others with me,
Though I don't fear for them.
They're competitive, you see,
Just as much as I am,

So to face down these creatures
I'll take them also -
Though I know one will likely
Give me such a flat "No"

He's going to come, if
He likes it or not.
(Though my persuasion consists
Sometimes of cheap shots

Now isn't the time
To bicker or fight,
If we intend to take
These large things down tonight.)

Keep your updates frequent;
I would like to know
How it goes on your end...
Ah, and before I go

To re-instigate battle,
Do a favor for me;
Try not to get yourself
Maimed too terribly

Since a good rival is
Quite a hard thing to find!
So don't get yourself killed -
That is, if you don't mind.

Edited (syllables goddamn) 2012-12-22 21:15 (UTC)

There's no gratitude needed;
(Though I hope you'll remember
How our interests aligned
On this day in December

I'm not asking for much —
Just the small courtesy
That our skirmishes stay
Between just you and me.

You've got friends with you up there;
I've got some of my own,
But the rivalry's better
When we leave them alone.

Do you find those terms fair?
I suspect that you might
From the things that you've told me
Ere this cold winter's night.)

Rest assured, you'll hear from me.
Though the chances seem bleak,
I've a knack for surviving,
(And I am, as we speak.)

It's been fun, but I've business
With the foes at the door,
So I'll wish you good luck,
Don't forget to keep score,

And now give my attention
To them, not this rhyme.
Merry Christmas, dear Rocket —
And I'll see you next crime.

[There is a semi-anonymous delivery for you, Mr. Kimblee.]

I know it's a little rude to give away gifts, but I feel like this particular Pokémon would be better in the hands of someone who knows how to use it. You may also have a better chance of knowing if the original trainer returns.

Take good care of it.

[And there is a Pokéball of a Gengar with the message. Enjoy.]

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