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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.]
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[...wait.]
Fifteen, Archer?
[my god
a life
you have none]
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...You heard me.
[Don't make him repeat that or explain why. Because he really can't.]
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[...admittedly, his expression is leaning more towards amused, but details...]
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What did you even do to it...? Never mind; I don't want to know.
[Lineface.]
Regardless, I apologized. I don't know what you want, Kimblee.
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Well, it's not so much what I did to it as it is what Isaac did to it; let's just say that it ended up a bit waterlogged and leave it at that.
[He should probably find that a bit more embarrassing than he does; as it stands, he is essentially just going to Kanyeshrug and move on with life.]
Ah, either way...I suppose I can appreciate that you've apologized. As well as the fact that you came all the way out here in order to check on my well-being; you really must have been concerned, given that this actually managed to get you outdoors.
[He's teasing, however; his tone makes that much obvious. He stands up then, turning away from the NPC on the ground to face Archer again.]
If you're returning to Goldenrod, I'm not coming back with you.
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Oh shut up. I wasn't that worried...!
[Obvious tsun is obvious.]
...I understand. Yes, I'll be returning to Goldenrod.
[Since what else is he supposed to do with himself? Other than be horribly pathetic.]
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[Just. Have a smirk, you.]
That seems like a bit of a waste, if you ask me - after all, I believe there's a gym in the city just north of here. If you've given up on the challenge, then I suppose I could continue on alone, but...
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...Well, I suppose that is true. It would be a waste to have traveled all this way for nothing. I suppose I could keep you company.
[HE COULD HUG YOU, MAN. He won't, but thank you, Kimblee. Words cannot express his gratitude. So have some overly-smug tsun.]
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Excellent. Although I'm afraid my training regimen has suffered quite a bit lately, due to the lack of access to our...usual methods. Shall we fix that as well?
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[...Wait a minute.]
How many new Pokémon did you get?
[Kimblee, you're getting the mightiest lineface in the world right now.]
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Don't worry, I've been good. I haven't caught any new ones since the fourteenth, on which I captured one. Ah, and two of the ones I owned previously were traded to someone else; you'll be pleased to know that at the very least, that horrible giraffe is no longer in my possession.
[...of course, that's just accounting for the ones that he's caught. Please be oblivious, Archer.]
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[Seriously. It was a horrible giraffe. How could you stand it?]
However that still leaves the Pokémon you purchased from the Breeding Center.
[Oh he's onto your little game here, Kimblee.]
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Two from the Breeding Center. There was also an egg that I received on the fourteenth...oh, and that Shellder you bred for me hatched as well, so there's that. I suppose that makes five new ones within the last month, if we count the capture.
[Should he be bothered by this? He's not.]
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[Besides, he really can't say anything. He has nine new additions to his team.]
Well, I suppose that's fine. What did you get? From the looks of things, that egg you got on the fourteenth contained a very rare Pokémon.
[You should have seen how much money he made off those Litwicks.]
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[...and since he suspects he won't get away with not showing you, he'll just be pulling out one of his Pokéballs and releasing...well.
A very cute brown baby deer. With flowers on its head.
Yeah.]
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Well that's... certainly something.
[He's not entirely sure what to make of it though.]
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...excuse Kimblee while he just bends down and picks her up; she looks completely comfortable with this, and it's fairly obvious from the way that she nuzzles in that he's done this several times before.]
She's proven very valuable when it comes to our work in this organization; given that she's rare for this area and several trainers seem to consider her at least vaguely cute, she tends to provide a suitable distraction before any attacks are made.
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So you've been putting her to good use. Excellent. Why are you running around in uniform anyway? We've never had any need to attack people in the open like this before; why start now?
[He's certainly not disapproving any!]
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...however! There are clearly more pressing matters at hand. Like exactly what he's been up to lately.]
Ah, so you haven't seen? Do me a favor and check your Gear.
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Well. You certainly have been busy. Is there any reason in particular why you've decided to let everyone know we're still here?
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I believe it's high time this place saw some conflict, Archer.
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Indeed it is. I like the way you think, Kimblee.
[Archer pauses for a moment. He slides the Gear back into his pocket and folds his arms.]
We'll have to keep training, then. We can't afford to waste any time. If either of us are connected to this, we'll both be in trouble. I don't have any intention of being thrown in jail.
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I don't doubt that we'll be able to rally some support among the ranks; I've received a few favorable responses already. Given that I choose not to command...well.
[The words leave him easily; of course that's what it is. It isn't that he can't; he simply chooses not to.]
I think we'll see you with a few subordinates here yet.
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Excellent.
[Well done, Kimblee!]
I look forward to commanding again. I trust you'll follow my every order?
[That's teasing of course~]
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[His expression is calm, and he's well aware Archer is teasing him with that latter part; at the same time, there's a firmness to Kimblee's tone that implies that the question is a genuine one.]
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