001. [video/action for Route 43]

[explosivecombat]

[There had been some definite toying around on this particular connection today, the screen flickering off and on as the PGC's functions were flipped from video to voice to text and back - anyone with a reasonably quick eye may have caught glimpses of amber eyes and long black hair, and perhaps sharp features holding an expression that seemed more amused than anything else. However, Kimblee has never really been interested in wasting too much time with playthings; the PGC hasn't been completely abandoned, as there are occasional sounds that indicate that someone is still in the area - footsteps once in a while, followed by odd scratching sounds and the like - but Kimblee himself is nowhere to be seen.

...probably because he's left the thing on in Voice mode before wandering away from it. The technology is a bit beyond him, and apparently he hasn't quite figured out how to turn it off.]

...try this again, shall we?

[Either Kimblee is muttering to himself or his conversational partner is exceedingly boring, as there's no response; either way, there's a bit of odd rustling, like fabric being shifted a bit, before a sharp snap - someone clapping their hands together, perhaps.

A brief pause. Another clapping sound.

Sigh.]

No...no, of course not.

[A few moments pass before there's a bit of a clatter - clearly he's decided the PGC is worth another shot, as he's back to fiddling with it, humming lightly to himself as the screen suddenly flickers to life.

Good afternoon! This would be Kimblee. And just barely visible on the ledge behind him would be several circles etched into it, with various designs scrawled into them.

For those who are familiar with transmutation circles, it seems he's been making an...attempt at alchemy. A very, uh, persistent attempt. Given that the clapping implies he was just trying to blow the thing up, apparently he just really doesn't like that ledge.]

Well, it seems that even with four functioning limbs you can't vault over them properly, and the chimera I've been given is useless in terms of destroying them. Either these ledges are defying all logic, or there's some other force at work. Dare I ask?

[Because as polite as his tone is...no, really, those ledges are just unfair.]

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[explosivecombat]

That would be the gist of it, yes.

[ASK HIM HOW THRILLED HE IS.]

[sadisticwarfare.livejournal.com]

[HOW THRILLED ARE YOU, KIMBLEY?]

Good. I suppose we'd better get started. What does that chimera... do? [It doesn't look like it can do anything...]

[explosivecombat]

[...about as thrilled as that expression of yours looks up there, really.

Either way, he glances over at that chimera of his; still having a glaring contest with that ledge, are you?]

Ah, let me...

[The noise he makes at the thing is sharp, authoritative, though it's definitely not a word; just a vocalized non-syllable he's been using to get the thing's attention. It makes a loud noise in response - part buzzing, part static, entirely really damn awful - before zooming over and stopping front and center, looking up at Kimblee eagerly. Happily.

Stupidly.

Kimblee sighs and picks it up; he's resigned himself to doing this once in a while when the thing just rolls over and herps at him, and at least this way it keeps the chimera from engaging in its usual pastime of rolling excitedly around Kimblee's legs.]

It seems to have a good amount of speed, and little else. Its current strategy appears to be tackling things, though I believe it should learn some sort of electrical attack eventually; it tends to...charge up, for lack of a better word, and this raises its defenses somewhat.

That appears to be all that particular move does; it gathers electrical energy and then just...sits there. I was hoping for some sort of detonation, but no luck.

[sadisticwarfare.livejournal.com]

Oh, so it's an Electric-type. That's convenient. [Yes, he's done his research! Come on, type match ups are about the only strategy involved in this world, naturally he'd want in on it!]

You've certainly figured out a lot about it. I suppose you've been training it somewhat? [That... is the derpiest little thing ever. It would be kind of cute if it wasn't... a little... ball.]

[explosivecombat]

[It's degrading, that's what it is. He's gone from being a walking weapon of war to being made to raise this...this...what is it, some sort of sentient electrical beachball?]

There isn't much else to do other than attempt to train it. It hasn't done terribly much in terms of...anything other than what I've described, however.

[sadisticwarfare.livejournal.com]

I understand the feeling. This thing can't even bite.

[The bat just sort of grins at them and shrieks again. Archer rolls his eyes.] And of course, does that. At least with the two of them it should be easier to train. This bat can confuse the Pokemon and then we... just have them... tap it to death, I suppose.

[Seriously, this bat knows Leech Life. His life. What is it.]

[explosivecombat]

[...this strategy. What is it.

Unfortunately, the answer to that question is essentially "better than anything Kimblee actually has right now" - and really, Archer, it's for the best that that thing can't bite...

He spends a moment looking at that derp of a chimera he's holding; it's seeming rather excited all of a sudden. He supposes it makes sense that they would understand spoken language from humans, given that they have to take commands, but he doesn't like the thought of this thing actually listening to them.

Regardless, the chimera is happy and excited and when it's happy and excited it tends to get this weird urge to Kill All The Things. So...]

We certainly have our work cut out for us, then.

[Our chimeras are useless, we have no idea what we're doing, and we have no valid strategy whatsoever.

Let's do this thing.]

[sadisticwarfare.livejournal.com]

[Clearly the worst strategical maneuver in the history of forever, that's what it is. But it seems derpbat is just as eager to fight all the things, so...]

Might as well get started. [But he'll smirk at that - even if this isn't Kimbley, it's still nice to have some company. Now let's go wandering into the tall grass recklessly!]