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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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...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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[The response comes very easily, but Archer is certainly quite confident of that.]
I won't attempt to control you again, Kimblee.
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Your orders above all others, Archer. Always.
1 / 2
[HOLY SHIT]
2 / 2
Thank you. That really does mean a lot, especially coming from the perfect soldier.
[He hasn't felt this elated in months. They finally get to do something and they're reunited. What more could he want?]
Re: 2 / 2
...now. I believe a change of clothes is in order - I can't very well be seen in Ecruteak City like this, after all - but after that...shall we?
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[You are the truest bro.]
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[Of course, Archer.]