Solf J Kimblee (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
explosivecombat) wrote2012-06-11 06:03 pm
explosivecombat) wrote2012-06-11 06:03 pm
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- *action,
- *text,
- @carmen sandiego (here she is),
- @frank archer's utter lack of subtlety,
- @isaac mcdougal: non-fail junior,
- @ivan braginsky (soviet union),
- @kayneth archibald e-rank luck,
- @minnie mouse,
- @miss altava,
- @our future cobra commander overlord,
- @peacock,
- @riku,
- @yukine chris,
- @zidane tribal,
- admittedly less than fabulous,
- come at me bro,
- fuckin' technology how does it work,
- just thought he'd ask,
- look at your life; look at your choices,
- my social skills are flawless,
- professor of fauxlosophy,
- slacking off like hell,
- texting into the void,
- that wasn't morbid at all,
- this is gonna suck,
- this is really stupid,
- totally a serious villain shut up,
- well that's needlessly sinister
013. [Text/Action for Olivine City, also one other thing]
[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?
[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?
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um
okay let's
let's think for a moment because shit shit shit]
Isaac, I am not going to ask you for money when I'm perfectly capable of making it myself - if I'm short for a while, it's clearly my own fault. Don't let it worry you; it's not going to kill me.
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[He does know how proud you are, and clearly this was a matter of pride. But still...]
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[Despite that, however, he doesn't seem angry at all - he's smirking still, and his tone is rather light overall.]
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[orz]
What did you even spend all that money on?
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[Oh god, Kimblee, is he going to have to stage an intervention!?]
Really? Well that's...
[...what does he even say to that...]
Well, if you need any help stopping that I'll do what I can, alright?
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Are you sure? If it's this much of a problem, wouldn't you want help with it? I mean, I know you're proud and all that, but...
[...orz]
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[His tone is rather firm, though it's a bit at odds with his expression, which has shifted back into being...rather amused.]
Believe me, if I'm having some sort of issue in the future, you'll be the first to know, all right?
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...Alright. Thanks.
[That said, he does look quite pleased with that; it's not a solution to the issue at hand now, but he's confident you'll find some way to fix this. Either that or your Archer will shriek at you until you do.]
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orz]
Of course, Isaac.
So have you received the badge you came here for yet, or...?
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Oh yeah, I did. I've only got two left now.
[Well, alright, we can switch topics if you really want... Not like he's 8Ding and seeking approval or anything!!]
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You only just arrived in February, didn't you?
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[What, is that some kind of record or something?]
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Well. I'm certainly impressed.
[because holy shit, son]
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Well, thanks. I mean, there's really not much else to do here.
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[Because challenging the Elite Four is out of the question. They're still not open, right? Eh, doesn't matter anyway. He'd really rather not put that theory to the test and return home. Since y'know, he's kind of dead back there.]
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[...Speaking of that...]
How's that going?
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back into Son, I Am Disappoint mode, hang on]
This isn't the place for that, Isaac.
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Ah, yeah, you're right. Sorry.
[orz orz orz orz orz orz orz]
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If it were going badly, I would certainly let you know.
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Yeah, I know. Thanks. It really means a lot to me.