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explosivecombat) wrote2012-03-08 02:22 pm
explosivecombat) wrote2012-03-08 02:22 pm
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- **anonymous,
- *action,
- *text,
- @crow hogan,
- @envy,
- @frank archer's utter lack of subtlety,
- @gorthan and his biology,
- @ivan braginsky (soviet union),
- @lightning farron,
- @luke triton (...luke triton),
- @luke triton (clive dove),
- @miss altava,
- @our future cobra commander overlord,
- @touya rima,
- admittedly kind of asking for it,
- being you guys is suffering,
- come at me bro,
- engaging in heresy,
- good ideas are clearly relative concepts,
- how edgy of you,
- just thought he'd warn you,
- kimblee is overstimulated,
- like a brick to the face,
- my spinal cord is totally dancing rn,
- no kill like overkill,
- no sense of self-preservation,
- not slacking off for once,
- one-man army,
- raid on the city knock out evil tusks,
- sanity is so passé,
- ten points to ego,
- texting into the void,
- the greater internet fuckwad theory,
- this calls for a tag party,
- this is gonna suck,
- tonight we're going hard,
- well that's needlessly sinister,
- why we can't have nice things
008. [Anonymous Images + Text/Action for mid-Route 36]
[ANONYMOUS IMAGES/TEXT]
[Today, Johto, you're in for a treat - clearly, someone has decided that there aren't nearly enough photographs shot from hipster angles on your Gear. Don't worry, that will be remedied shortly. After all, a series of images has hit the network this afternoon!
Granted, the images are a bit...unusual. A couple of unconscious NPCs, shot from incredibly close up. A few glimpses of the Rocket uniform on the person pinning said NPCs against the ground for the sake of the images. A set of Pokeballs in gloved hands, the telltale red R visible in the background, emblazoned across the clothing of the person holding them - anyone who's familiar with the organization can infer that said Pokeballs have been stolen.
...oh.
No glimpses of the face of the Rocket who's done the stealing; the images have been submitted anonymously. Accompanying the last image - the stolen Pokemon, the red insignia - there's a line of text, equally anonymous.]
We're still here.
[ACTION]
[A short while after the text goes out, there's another attack.
There's some poor sap of an NPC on the ground, having come out on the losing end of their confrontation with a member of the criminal organization; the Rocket has his boot planted firmly in the center of the NPC's upper back, pinning him down at the shoulders. At a distance, the Rocket looks similar enough to the rest of his organization: dark hair of indeterminate length - it's either very short or tucked up under his hat, it's a bit difficult to tell; long gloves and knee-high boots, pale grey and sharp-looking over the dark clothes; the red R emblazoned over the chest. He's rather thin, and his shoulderspan is incredibly narrow, and there's an odd, shaking tightness to his posture; there are a couple of stray locks of hair at the front that have managed to work themselves out from underneath the hat, falling down into the man's face.
He isn't bothering with the mask issued for official work; his face is visible. Were he in Goldenrod this would be different, but now...why bother? It isn't as though there are usually many people on this particular route anyway.
He's smirking like a madman; his amber eyes are alive, the pupils constricted. Get close enough and you can hear him laughing a bit, though the sound is quiet today. Controlled.
Welcome to Route 36, a couple of days outside of Violet City; Kimblee's been a bit overstimulated lately, that's all, the stress of playing nice for the last two and a half weeks finally getting to him.
It's nice to let some of it out.]
[Today, Johto, you're in for a treat - clearly, someone has decided that there aren't nearly enough photographs shot from hipster angles on your Gear. Don't worry, that will be remedied shortly. After all, a series of images has hit the network this afternoon!
Granted, the images are a bit...unusual. A couple of unconscious NPCs, shot from incredibly close up. A few glimpses of the Rocket uniform on the person pinning said NPCs against the ground for the sake of the images. A set of Pokeballs in gloved hands, the telltale red R visible in the background, emblazoned across the clothing of the person holding them - anyone who's familiar with the organization can infer that said Pokeballs have been stolen.
...oh.
No glimpses of the face of the Rocket who's done the stealing; the images have been submitted anonymously. Accompanying the last image - the stolen Pokemon, the red insignia - there's a line of text, equally anonymous.]
We're still here.
[ACTION]
[A short while after the text goes out, there's another attack.
There's some poor sap of an NPC on the ground, having come out on the losing end of their confrontation with a member of the criminal organization; the Rocket has his boot planted firmly in the center of the NPC's upper back, pinning him down at the shoulders. At a distance, the Rocket looks similar enough to the rest of his organization: dark hair of indeterminate length - it's either very short or tucked up under his hat, it's a bit difficult to tell; long gloves and knee-high boots, pale grey and sharp-looking over the dark clothes; the red R emblazoned over the chest. He's rather thin, and his shoulderspan is incredibly narrow, and there's an odd, shaking tightness to his posture; there are a couple of stray locks of hair at the front that have managed to work themselves out from underneath the hat, falling down into the man's face.
He isn't bothering with the mask issued for official work; his face is visible. Were he in Goldenrod this would be different, but now...why bother? It isn't as though there are usually many people on this particular route anyway.
He's smirking like a madman; his amber eyes are alive, the pupils constricted. Get close enough and you can hear him laughing a bit, though the sound is quiet today. Controlled.
Welcome to Route 36, a couple of days outside of Violet City; Kimblee's been a bit overstimulated lately, that's all, the stress of playing nice for the last two and a half weeks finally getting to him.
It's nice to let some of it out.]
[Text]
Where ever they need to, but have been told am rather good at getting I want, regardless of what stands in way of it.
Interrogation is also something of a hobby of mine, though a not entirely sure how useful that would be... and since guns and wars seem all but useless here, the rest of my skills are somewhat redundant.
Also, am much better showig talents than talking about them. Am rather modest in that regard~
[Anonymous Text]
And as for the rest of your skills - I wouldn't go so far as to call them redundant. Wars are only useless here inasmuch as the targets can't die, but you can have quite the lovely little war without death. Honestly, given that we have beasts with tremendous amounts of power at our disposal and neither side can truly die, we have potential for infinite conflict. Does that interest you any?
[Text]
Infinite conflict... Is sounding more and more like home.
What are your ideas?
[Anonymous Text]
But if it's infinite conflict you want, know that I come from a militaristic society that's been engaged in battle since its inception. Infinite conflict is what I do. You'll have it, I assure you.
[Text]
I dislike being part of such joke. People should fear my organisation.
[Just like they do at home.]
Managed to get something done on train, but not enough, they are starting to calm down.
By the way, who is this am talking to? Would be good to know am thinking.
[It'd be no good walking into a trap, should it be that one of the non-rockets happened to grow a cunning mind now, would it?]
[Anonymous Text → Video]
As for your request - I suppose that's only fair, isn't it?
[And after making sure that filter is still firmly in place, the feed will promptly switch to video.]
Solf J. Kimblee, at your service, then. I may not be General Winter, but you'll find soon enough that I'm good at what I do.
[Text ⇨ Video]
[His own video flickers on as the other man shows himself, because to be honest, this video messaging business is useful, and the idea of it still tickles him.]
I see you play trick on me I play on you before. Is good- is smart to get me back.
To be honest am glad you are not Winter- am never quite sure whether we are on good or bad terms.
[Not... that he knows that about you either Kimblee, but why not start faking the comfort around you? He might need the underestimation of himself later.
You never know.]