Solf J Kimblee (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
explosivecombat) wrote2012-08-08 08:59 pm
explosivecombat) wrote2012-08-08 08:59 pm
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- *text,
- *video,
- @frank archer's utter lack of subtlety,
- @isaac mcdougal: non-fail junior,
- @our future cobra commander overlord,
- admittedly less than fabulous,
- also archer of the non-human variety,
- he's come undone,
- hell are you even,
- look at your life; look at your choices,
- my social skills are flawless,
- sanity is so passé,
- slacking off like hell,
- why we can't have nice things
015. [Video/Text]
[It's been several days since Kimblee spoke to Archer in Olivine City; he had decided the morning after that conversation that it would be for the best that they keep their distance from one another, at least for the time being - the last thing they needed was to be unsure that this was going to work, after all. He needed space.
And he certainly has gotten space! The room he's in when the feed flickers on is rather spacious, all things considered; of course, the actual size of the room is a bit difficult to determine, given that the place is kind of the most retina-searing green imaginable. Like a factory of limes exploded in here, people. That is the level of green we are looking at.
Kimblee is pretty easy to spot, however; he's wearing the usual white, which is incredibly ill-suited (no pun intended) for his current activity, all things considered: namely, he's getting rid of all the green. Clearly, he's decided that he's somewhat unimpressed with the lack of activity lately - he's still working those mutations out of his system, and flooding his system with electricity has left his motor skills...uh, lacking, for want of a better term - and he's decided to remedy this by simply having at the room with a can of paint and a roller brush. Never mind that he grew up incredibly spoiled and has never painted a damn wall to save his life, and the fact that his motor skills are, again, shot to all hell; this can't possibly be that hard to figure out!
...needless to say, there's a huge amount of dark red paint just kind of everywhere on that poor wall. There are several good solid sections that are painted in a perfectly normal, rational manner, of course - and then there are sections where he's really obviously slipped, thick red haphazard streaks all over the place, before he seems to have worked out what he's doing and reset himself on some sort of halfway sane path...somewhere else entirely.
It's fairly clear that he's been at it for a while; this entire room is going to need to be redone by the time he's finished with it, but at least he's trying?
The camera follows the wall for a moment, showing the room in all its...uh, glory, before flicking back to Kimblee, kneeling by the wall and smiling in an incredibly content, if a bit vacant, manner. He's completely alone in there, just amusing himself with a can of paint.]
...still haven't made any progress...
[Kimblee's voice is soft but clear; he sounds as though he's speaking to someone, despite...being...completely alone in the room...]
...they'll probably never find whomever did such a number on the Centers. Such a display...I understand that they will be down for some time now. And they haven't a clue who was responsible for it. For any of it.
[He doesn't sound bothered by this, nor does he sound particularly pleased; he's just making statements. At no one. He pauses for a moment; his hand's slipped again on the brush, drawing another jagged streak against the wall. He looks momentarily displeased at that, linefacing hard, before moving on to pick up where the line stopped.]
Shame that the infection spread to so many, though, especially with the vital cities running so low on medical supplies; I wonder how many were hit by it. My own mutations will fade shortly, I'm sure - it will be unfortunate if this keeps up for much longer. It's incredibly inconvenient...not that I don't miss the power, however. That was lovely, while it lasted.
[He pauses again. Smiles to himself.]
It wasn't quite like alchemy, but it was close enough. Such a beautiful feeling...I wouldn't mind feeling it again. Perhaps someone can assist with that, if they ever work out -
[There's a rather odd, blurred flash of green-and-white across the screen before Kimblee can finish that thought, then the video feed shuts off; it takes a moment, but a bit of text goes out to the Network before too long, also from Kimblee's 'Gear.]
i think my trainer is broken
[...yeah, Kimblee's Gardevoir is getting a bit...concerned about this talking-to-the-walls business.
Kimblee will definitely answer responses as they come in, though; he's not that out of it, though it may take him a few minutes to get on it.]
And he certainly has gotten space! The room he's in when the feed flickers on is rather spacious, all things considered; of course, the actual size of the room is a bit difficult to determine, given that the place is kind of the most retina-searing green imaginable. Like a factory of limes exploded in here, people. That is the level of green we are looking at.
Kimblee is pretty easy to spot, however; he's wearing the usual white, which is incredibly ill-suited (no pun intended) for his current activity, all things considered: namely, he's getting rid of all the green. Clearly, he's decided that he's somewhat unimpressed with the lack of activity lately - he's still working those mutations out of his system, and flooding his system with electricity has left his motor skills...uh, lacking, for want of a better term - and he's decided to remedy this by simply having at the room with a can of paint and a roller brush. Never mind that he grew up incredibly spoiled and has never painted a damn wall to save his life, and the fact that his motor skills are, again, shot to all hell; this can't possibly be that hard to figure out!
...needless to say, there's a huge amount of dark red paint just kind of everywhere on that poor wall. There are several good solid sections that are painted in a perfectly normal, rational manner, of course - and then there are sections where he's really obviously slipped, thick red haphazard streaks all over the place, before he seems to have worked out what he's doing and reset himself on some sort of halfway sane path...somewhere else entirely.
It's fairly clear that he's been at it for a while; this entire room is going to need to be redone by the time he's finished with it, but at least he's trying?
The camera follows the wall for a moment, showing the room in all its...uh, glory, before flicking back to Kimblee, kneeling by the wall and smiling in an incredibly content, if a bit vacant, manner. He's completely alone in there, just amusing himself with a can of paint.]
...still haven't made any progress...
[Kimblee's voice is soft but clear; he sounds as though he's speaking to someone, despite...being...completely alone in the room...]
...they'll probably never find whomever did such a number on the Centers. Such a display...I understand that they will be down for some time now. And they haven't a clue who was responsible for it. For any of it.
[He doesn't sound bothered by this, nor does he sound particularly pleased; he's just making statements. At no one. He pauses for a moment; his hand's slipped again on the brush, drawing another jagged streak against the wall. He looks momentarily displeased at that, linefacing hard, before moving on to pick up where the line stopped.]
Shame that the infection spread to so many, though, especially with the vital cities running so low on medical supplies; I wonder how many were hit by it. My own mutations will fade shortly, I'm sure - it will be unfortunate if this keeps up for much longer. It's incredibly inconvenient...not that I don't miss the power, however. That was lovely, while it lasted.
[He pauses again. Smiles to himself.]
It wasn't quite like alchemy, but it was close enough. Such a beautiful feeling...I wouldn't mind feeling it again. Perhaps someone can assist with that, if they ever work out -
[There's a rather odd, blurred flash of green-and-white across the screen before Kimblee can finish that thought, then the video feed shuts off; it takes a moment, but a bit of text goes out to the Network before too long, also from Kimblee's 'Gear.]
i think my trainer is broken
[...yeah, Kimblee's Gardevoir is getting a bit...concerned about this talking-to-the-walls business.
Kimblee will definitely answer responses as they come in, though; he's not that out of it, though it may take him a few minutes to get on it.]
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That would be what I said, yes.
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You're dating a man. If you weren't interested to some extent, you wouldn't have agreed to date him.
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Well, yes, but that's more of an exception. I'm interested in him in particular, I suppose, but that doesn't mean that I'm suddenly going to be attracted to other men.
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[Archer can kind of understand that! Maybe! It's like Lust - everyone's attracted to Lust regardless of their sexuality! ...Except that really doesn't work with Isaac what are you doing, Kimblee...]
Alright, so you're interested in a man.
[This is so weird oh my god.]
Were you actually interested when you agreed to date him, or did that develop with time?
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[.................JUST REALIZED WHAT I HAVE BEEN SAYING, ARCHER, HANG ON]
I'm not entirely sure when...
[nope
nope nope nope nope nope]
Well, it certainly started after the fact. I know that much.
[TRYING TO PLAY IT COOL
THERE IS NO RECOVERING THIS
OH GOD
NOPE
GOLD STAR STICKER
COMIC SANS FONT
YOU TRIED, KIMBLEE]
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You didn't realize until I called you out on saying it, did you?
[Oh my god, Kimblee honey. How do you even manage these things...?]
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[oh god just
nope]
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Well, I'm glad we got that cleared up!
[Oh my god this is awkward... Speaking of awkward, you and your boyfriend better not make use of your newly-discovered attraction while he's in the house. >:| ]
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...hmph.]
If you say so, Archer.
[And that last part implies that they actually
do anything
at all
...that's funny]
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[Because quite frankly, he doesn't want to be around for that discussion! He has to go get his things from Goldenrod anyway~]
[...and you guys are so boring. What do you two even do?]
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He...honestly doesn't seem opposed to Archer's staying here, however. As much as he's not looking forward to telling Isaac about any of this, he is somewhat relieved at everything seeming to go back to the way it should be between himself and Archer.]
...of course. I assume you'll be back before long, then?
[spoilers: at least for tonight YOU'RE
GETTING
THE COUCH~~~~~~~~~]
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[OMG HOW RUDE!! DO WE EVEN HAVE A COUCH, WE DON'T DO WE??]
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[NO. C: ]