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explosivecombat) wrote2012-03-27 05:50 pm
explosivecombat) wrote2012-03-27 05:50 pm
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- **anonymous,
- **doublepost: also archer,
- *action,
- *text,
- @carmen sandiego (here she is),
- @crow hogan,
- @dale cooper,
- @danny fenton,
- @gorthan and his biology,
- @hayate ayasaki,
- @isaac mcdougal: non-fail junior,
- @ivan braginsky (soviet union),
- @lightning farron,
- @luke triton (...luke triton),
- @miss altava,
- @nobita nobi,
- @ouka sakaki,
- @our future cobra commander overlord,
- @vanitas,
- @ventus,
- @vincent,
- admittedly kind of asking for it,
- being you guys is suffering,
- come at me bro,
- engaging in heresy,
- god is dead and my tl;dr has killed him,
- 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,
- not slacking off for once,
- raid on the city knock out evil tusks,
- sanity is so passé,
- so fucking flawless,
- texting into the void,
- that wasn't morbid at all,
- the greater internet fuckwad theory,
- this calls for a tag party,
- this is gonna suck,
- tonight we're going hard,
- two-person assault team,
- well that's needlessly sinister,
- why we can't have nice things
010. [Anonymous Images + Text/Possible Action for Ecruteak City]
[ANONYMOUS IMAGES/TEXT]
[It's been a while since the last anonymously-sent post like this hit the network - images sent from an individual obviously from Team Rocket, depicting seemingly random attacks on NPC trainers and showing proof of the Pokémon that had been stolen from them.
Three weeks later, there's another set; judging by the content, your anonymous friend seems to be getting a bit bolder, given that these pictures aren't showing completely random NPCs anymore.
Those who have been to Ecruteak City have surely heard of the theatre near the middle of town, where the Kimono Girls put on quite the lovely show; from the look of it, it may be a while until they do another one. Two of them are depicted in the first image, lying unconscious, facedown on the floor; what's visible of the ground around them - and there isn't much - indicates that a battle had happened there minutes before the picture was taken. Obviously, it didn't end too well for the girls.
The following pictures are individual close shots of their faces, verifying that all five of them were "dealt with" (read: roughed up greatly); the angles are strangely aggressive, as though taken from directly over their unconscious bodies. The next is a shot not unlike one from the first set - a set of several Pokeballs in gloved hands, that familiar red R visible on the clothing of the person holding them; otherwise, any actual defining features on the individual holding them can't be seen in the image. The second-to-last picture is along the lines of the previous one, only decidedly more direct; the person is again holding things they've stolen, but this time the Pokémon have been released. Not all of them, as there are only two of them this time, as opposed to the several Pokéballs - but they're a pair of Eevees, obviously very young; they look...incredibly confused and kind of dazed, but generally unhurt. Anyone who knows what the Kimono Girls specialize in will likely get the idea behind this one being included - more proof of theft, really. And once more, no glimpses of the face of the person doing the stealing.
The last image is taken from further back, clearly from one of the seats in the audience; the stage is clearly visible, making it immediately obvious that whomever's sending the images wants to leave an impression.
There's a large, dark R singed into the stage. The flames were apparently quickly put out, as they're no longer smoldering; however, the damage to the stage is clear. The Kimono Girls have been arranged such that they're lying beneath the insignia; again, the last image is sent with a line of text accompanying it.]
We've been watching.
[EXPLANATIONS (OR, HOW WE LEARNED TO STOP WORRYING AND LOVE THIS SHIT)]
[The usage of Teleport had made several things a lot easier; training, for one. Given how rigorously Archer and Kimblee tended to train their Pokémon, it wasn't unheard of for them to utilize it to return to the Pokémon Centers in whatever city they were staying in several times a day. For the most part, this has been one of those days; they'd set out for training early in the morning, taking the usual stock of supplies with them and returning to the Center several times over the morning and early afternoon. Most in Ecruteak were used to their presence by now; it wouldn't look strange.
Of course, Teleport had other uses as well; creating locked-room mysteries was one of them.
Finding a time when the theatre hadn't been occupied had been more of a pain in the neck than it really should have been; those that had claimed the Kimono Girls were popular hadn't lied. But they were only human, after all, and breaks were required; this had been when they'd slipped into the theatre unnoticed.
It had been Archer who had pointed out that they really couldn't stand to be interrupted; usage of his Glaceon had taken care of that - taking a leaf out of Cobra's book, perhaps, as he'd frozen the doors to Whitney's gym shut on one memorable occasion.
Timing had been tight as hell, between the changes of clothes into and out of the TR uniform and actually getting the work done - to say nothing of the fact that the insignia on the stage had been an afterthought on Kimblee's part; this idea had been introduced to Archer by way of...er, Kimblee setting the stage on fire, because clearly he's nothing if not efficient. (It was probably good, at that point, that they were on a tight schedule; the time left for any arguments was minimal.)
When they had returned to the Pokémon Center via Teleport, they had been back in plainclothes; there was nothing particularly off, save for the fact that they looked...very alive, their gazes alert.
They ensured they were well away from the scene before actually sending the images they'd collected; the number they'd done to the doors would hopefully serve as...well, shameless time-wasting for anyone who got it into their heads to be big damn heroes. Back to the hotel, then; they would need to leave Ecruteak as soon as possible, and it was fortunate that they had no real reason to return.]
[OOC:]
[You are more than welcome to do action/mingling replies re: the theatre, though Kimblee and Archer are long gone; the doors have been frozen shut from the inside, so it may take a while to break in - at the same time, it was intended more as a warning for them while they worked (they would hear the cracking) and a temporary deterrent, not a permanent sealing-off, so the ice isn't particularly strong and can be broken/melted from the outside.
Responses to text will come from either or both of them; one of them is minding the Gear at all times, so somebody will respond.
...also yes, assault on the Kimono Girls is mod-approved!]
[It's been a while since the last anonymously-sent post like this hit the network - images sent from an individual obviously from Team Rocket, depicting seemingly random attacks on NPC trainers and showing proof of the Pokémon that had been stolen from them.
Three weeks later, there's another set; judging by the content, your anonymous friend seems to be getting a bit bolder, given that these pictures aren't showing completely random NPCs anymore.
Those who have been to Ecruteak City have surely heard of the theatre near the middle of town, where the Kimono Girls put on quite the lovely show; from the look of it, it may be a while until they do another one. Two of them are depicted in the first image, lying unconscious, facedown on the floor; what's visible of the ground around them - and there isn't much - indicates that a battle had happened there minutes before the picture was taken. Obviously, it didn't end too well for the girls.
The following pictures are individual close shots of their faces, verifying that all five of them were "dealt with" (read: roughed up greatly); the angles are strangely aggressive, as though taken from directly over their unconscious bodies. The next is a shot not unlike one from the first set - a set of several Pokeballs in gloved hands, that familiar red R visible on the clothing of the person holding them; otherwise, any actual defining features on the individual holding them can't be seen in the image. The second-to-last picture is along the lines of the previous one, only decidedly more direct; the person is again holding things they've stolen, but this time the Pokémon have been released. Not all of them, as there are only two of them this time, as opposed to the several Pokéballs - but they're a pair of Eevees, obviously very young; they look...incredibly confused and kind of dazed, but generally unhurt. Anyone who knows what the Kimono Girls specialize in will likely get the idea behind this one being included - more proof of theft, really. And once more, no glimpses of the face of the person doing the stealing.
The last image is taken from further back, clearly from one of the seats in the audience; the stage is clearly visible, making it immediately obvious that whomever's sending the images wants to leave an impression.
There's a large, dark R singed into the stage. The flames were apparently quickly put out, as they're no longer smoldering; however, the damage to the stage is clear. The Kimono Girls have been arranged such that they're lying beneath the insignia; again, the last image is sent with a line of text accompanying it.]
We've been watching.
[EXPLANATIONS (OR, HOW WE LEARNED TO STOP WORRYING AND LOVE THIS SHIT)]
[The usage of Teleport had made several things a lot easier; training, for one. Given how rigorously Archer and Kimblee tended to train their Pokémon, it wasn't unheard of for them to utilize it to return to the Pokémon Centers in whatever city they were staying in several times a day. For the most part, this has been one of those days; they'd set out for training early in the morning, taking the usual stock of supplies with them and returning to the Center several times over the morning and early afternoon. Most in Ecruteak were used to their presence by now; it wouldn't look strange.
Of course, Teleport had other uses as well; creating locked-room mysteries was one of them.
Finding a time when the theatre hadn't been occupied had been more of a pain in the neck than it really should have been; those that had claimed the Kimono Girls were popular hadn't lied. But they were only human, after all, and breaks were required; this had been when they'd slipped into the theatre unnoticed.
It had been Archer who had pointed out that they really couldn't stand to be interrupted; usage of his Glaceon had taken care of that - taking a leaf out of Cobra's book, perhaps, as he'd frozen the doors to Whitney's gym shut on one memorable occasion.
Timing had been tight as hell, between the changes of clothes into and out of the TR uniform and actually getting the work done - to say nothing of the fact that the insignia on the stage had been an afterthought on Kimblee's part; this idea had been introduced to Archer by way of...er, Kimblee setting the stage on fire, because clearly he's nothing if not efficient. (It was probably good, at that point, that they were on a tight schedule; the time left for any arguments was minimal.)
When they had returned to the Pokémon Center via Teleport, they had been back in plainclothes; there was nothing particularly off, save for the fact that they looked...very alive, their gazes alert.
They ensured they were well away from the scene before actually sending the images they'd collected; the number they'd done to the doors would hopefully serve as...well, shameless time-wasting for anyone who got it into their heads to be big damn heroes. Back to the hotel, then; they would need to leave Ecruteak as soon as possible, and it was fortunate that they had no real reason to return.]
[OOC:]
[You are more than welcome to do action/mingling replies re: the theatre, though Kimblee and Archer are long gone; the doors have been frozen shut from the inside, so it may take a while to break in - at the same time, it was intended more as a warning for them while they worked (they would hear the cracking) and a temporary deterrent, not a permanent sealing-off, so the ice isn't particularly strong and can be broken/melted from the outside.
Responses to text will come from either or both of them; one of them is minding the Gear at all times, so somebody will respond.
...also yes, assault on the Kimono Girls is mod-approved!]
[Text]
[[....however, he probably didn't miss the way she physically recoiled from the gear upon receiving that text, or the fear crossing her face as she stared at it, willing her hands to move....
No, she's got to stay strong! Stay strong, dammit!]]
There's only so many times you can threaten me before I start getting bored.
[Anonymous Text]
[Text]
....and what happens when we do?
[Anonymous Text]
[Text]
That's the feeling she's getting right now.
But she can't abandon it. She can't run this time.]]
I've...got to go get help, I...
[[Fumbling for her pokeballs, Emmy decides to leave Machi with the girls just in case anything else wants to go wrong.]]
Don't disappoint me.
[[She's not sure why she's still goading him, but it feels wrong to allow him the last word again. She can't let him walk all over her. She can't let him win.
She's not sure how she'd handle it if he did.]]
[Anonymous Text]
I don't believe in mercy.
[Text]
Did she check the girls properly? They were just...they were unconscious, weren't they? They weren't...
Burying the thought, she flies out the door as quickly as she can, pausing momentarily to gain her bearings.
And that's when she sees him.
He's up on a nearby rooftop, one hand in his pocket, and the other....clasping a pokegear, still lit up from recent use. She tries to see his face but the sun is in her eyes and it's full of shadows.
She knows, however, that he's looking at her.
Trembling, Emmy forces herself to turn around, quickly moving into a sprint as she heads toward the local Pokemon Centre, trying to ignore the images flashing through her mind and the man at the centre of them, calmly holding his pokegear, watching her.
Always watching her.]]