013. [Text/Action for Olivine City, also one other thing]

[explosivecombat]

[ACTION]

[It's incredibly rare to see Kimblee out of that fancy white suit; it's rarer still to see him not wearing it for any reason other than "If I wear it now, I'll get it filthy", "I'm in prison", or "I'm in a hospital and on life support."

While he's not on life support, however, he certainly is in a hospital of some sort - and not as a patient for once, either! Those who enter the Pokémon Center in Olivine City will be treated to Kimblee wearing general hospital scrubs, his hair pulled back in the stupidest french-braid ever to be stupidly french-braided. He isn't terribly interested in trying to mess with the human patients - in fact, he seems rather eager to stay out of the way of those who actually know what they're doing in that regard, as he hasn't been seen back there at all; given that he's filed just about everything he can get his hands on, he's working in the front today, assisting those who bring in Pokémon injured in battle.

And by "working" I mean "today has been ridiculously slow, so he's currently leaning idly over the desk, playing the hell out of the Tetris app on the 'Gear."

At least he's making no secret of his answer to the question of "working hard, or hardly working?"]


[TEXT]

[However, there are some sorts of boredom that even copious amounts of Tetris can't alleviate; at some point today - most likely after Kimblee has realized that he's going to be shifting around falling blocks in his goddamn sleep and he's going to be humming "Korobeiniki" for the next week - there's a text thrown out to the network at large.]

In my experience, there are those who exist to create, and those who exist to destroy. Neither are inherently good, nor are they inherently bad - there are those who create weapons and those who destroy barriers, after all. It's all a matter of how one utilizes their talents.

For the sake of idle curiosity, I have to wonder how many of us that were brought to Johto find themselves drawn to creation, destruction, or something else entirely.


[PRIVATE TEXT TO COBRA COMMANDER]

Position secured. Clearance and access to relevant materials likewise secured. Window of opportunity opens tonight during shift change.

Permission to proceed?

Comments

[explosivecombat]

[MISS ALTAVA....................]

Believe me, if I were in a position to have the suit on, then I would; however, apparently that doesn't fit regulation standards here.

[snapandscoot]

[[OH COME NOW~~~~]]

I was going to ask about that; are you in a Pokemon Centre, or something?

[explosivecombat]

I am, actually - circumstances have required me to seek employment for a while, and this was convenient enough. It hasn't been too bad so far, just a bit on the dull side.

[snapandscoot]

Well, a bit of work won't hurt! It builds character, after all! Not that you need any more character, Mr Kimblee.

[[Have another giggle.]]

I was just curious; when are you going to be in Goldenrod next, and do you know where Isaac is?

[explosivecombat]

I plan to return within the next week or so; as for Isaac, I'm not entirely sure. May I ask why?

[Because like hell if it's ever "just curiosity" with you, Emmy.]

[snapandscoot]

Oh, it's just that I haven't seen him for a while and I wanted to catch up! I've made him some lemon tarts, since he seemed to like my cooking. Don't worry, I'll make sure he shares them with you~! Presuming you like lemon, of course.

[[Smile! She actually looks very sincere.]]

I suppose I'll have to give him a call; I just didn't want to interrupt him if he's doing something important, that's all.

[explosivecombat]

Well, the last time I saw him, he was in Cianwood City; he was getting the badge there, and then...well, catching god only knows what in that Safari Zone, I think. I don't know if he has any further plans, unfortunately; if I see him, I'll send him your way.

Hopefully I'll see you again soon as well, Miss Altava.

[snapandscoot]

I'd love to see you again, Mr Kimblee; as always.

[[Emmy is still smiling but it's not as...well, bright and perky as it usually is. There's an almost melancholy feel to it, but her eyes remain kind, if a little sad.]]

I suppose I better go; I'd don't want to bother you at work.

[explosivecombat]

...you're certainly not bothering me. It's been a rather slow day, actually.

[..........]

Are you all right?

[snapandscoot]

Ah, I'm fine! Just another day, really. I should go. Do call me when you're in town, Mr Kimblee.

[[She reaches out to turn off the feed, but she hesitates for a minute, still smiling at the camera.]]

By the way...congratulations on your promotion.

[[And after that the feed is cut, Emmy slamming her fist on the table and cursing herself under her breath.]]

[explosivecombat]

Pr-

[He stops speaking as soon as the feed cuts off; he continues to look at it for a moment in silence, though it isn't the usual startled staring that unexpected things get from him - his eyes are wide, yes, but the look is far from blank.

There's no hiding that he's furious.

It's hard to tell exactly what his anger is directed towards, whether it's her or himself for being so goddamn careless; he allows himself a brief moment of acting out in the form of picking up the 'Gear and dashing it sharply against the floor, breaking it, before forcing himself to settle. It'll be easy enough to get it replaced here; the Centers always have spares, and he'd cited "an unfortunate lack of coordination" as a reason he didn't want to work with the human patients, anyway. No one will ask.

And while it won't rectify the situation any, later on, he's going to ensure he enjoys what he does regarding Lightning Farron.]