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route_10652014-02-09 02:46 pm
explosivecombat) wrote in route_10652014-02-09 02:46 pm
Sometimes, quiet is violent.
Who: Solf J Kimblee (explosivecombat; anyone in Olivine City who wants to engage him, really. OPEN LOG, do your thing, tag yourselves in
Where: Olivine City
When: Slightly backdated - morning of February 8, 2014
Summary: Somebody wanted a war. You're going to have an investigation.
Rating: PG-13? ...look, if things go badly this is pretty much Kimblee going Michael Bay on Olivine City, so.
Log:
His timing had, admittedly, been poor.
Namely, the three-day time period he'd thrown down was not accounting for the sudden snow; while he could hold the fort reasonably well in below-zero temperatures, that had never really been his idea of a good time. Fortunately, the most important of those bombs he'd photographed had been set prior to the announcement going out - it wouldn't do to be acting suspicious in public after a bomb threat, after all; those he hadn't set before then...well. He'd been more than capable of waiting until those who were going to move had actually moved before sending Alekhine and the non-human Archer out to go get those taken care of. They're rather skilled at...convincing people that they really, really want to be elsewhere all of a sudden, after all.
The Alakazam is nearby but out of sight, having been instructed to keep an eye on things for him (as he's fully aware that he's not going to be able to one things get underway); the Gardevoir is at his side, as he always is during these sorts of games. His usual white suit has been abandoned in favor of sharply-tailored black, with a black shirt buttoned clear up to his throat beneath it and a bloodred tie around his neck; his face is obscured by the usual hooded mask, long ponytail tucked up beneath the fabric.
It's a lovely day today.
He's got something in his hand that he's playing with once in a while; something that he can rather cheerfully buttonmash if he feels like it, apparently, as there are a good amount of buttons on it. He presses a few of them now, almost idly; he pauses for a moment before clicking the red one at the top of it.
Hopefully no one was partial to a few of those indie bars toward the outskirts of town; that explosion is going to be a large one.
Let's begin, shall we?
[OOC: Okay, apologies for the delay but RL punched me in the throat. AS IT STANDS, HOWEVER, the deal is currently this.
There are currently eight bombs planted throughout the city, including the one that just went off on the northern side of town, because Kimblee clearly hates hipsters this morning and has decided that they can't have nice bars. Your job, should you choose to accept it, is to find either the bombs or the asshole detonating them. Or both, if you all can manage, let's not sell ourselves short. Don't worry, he's somewhere within the city.
You're welcome to search the city if you wish; I'll gladly guide you through that part with meta directions in brackets - letting you know what you find in certain locations, if anything. The NPCs in certain locations (the hotel, the Pokémon Center, those hardware stores Blake was checking out earlier, the guards at the lighthouse) will not remember any suspicious activity having occurred, but they will have really large conspicuous holes in their memories if pressed. And hey, I'll guide you through that as well, if you have something to say to them.
Basically, feel free to investigate at will; throw a location in your comment subject, wherever you want to search. Let's make a game of it.]
[OOC PART II: Here's your current counter, guys.
Bomb 1 - hipster bars, northern side of town: DETONATED
Bomb 2 - Olivine Inn: LOCATED / NEUTRALIZED
Bomb 3 - docks, southern side of town: NEUTRALIZED
Bomb 4 - cargo holds, western side of town: DETONATED
Bomb 5 - specialized shops, city center: STILL ACTIVE
Bomb 6 - restaurants, city center: NEUTRALIZED
Bomb 7 - location currently unknown: STILL ACTIVE
Bomb 8 - location currently unknown: STILL ACTIVE
You've got your work cut out for you, Hero Squad. Godspeed. :|b ]
explosivecombat; anyone in Olivine City who wants to engage him, really. OPEN LOG, do your thing, tag yourselves inWhere: Olivine City
When: Slightly backdated - morning of February 8, 2014
Summary: Somebody wanted a war. You're going to have an investigation.
Rating: PG-13? ...look, if things go badly this is pretty much Kimblee going Michael Bay on Olivine City, so.
Log:
His timing had, admittedly, been poor.
Namely, the three-day time period he'd thrown down was not accounting for the sudden snow; while he could hold the fort reasonably well in below-zero temperatures, that had never really been his idea of a good time. Fortunately, the most important of those bombs he'd photographed had been set prior to the announcement going out - it wouldn't do to be acting suspicious in public after a bomb threat, after all; those he hadn't set before then...well. He'd been more than capable of waiting until those who were going to move had actually moved before sending Alekhine and the non-human Archer out to go get those taken care of. They're rather skilled at...convincing people that they really, really want to be elsewhere all of a sudden, after all.
The Alakazam is nearby but out of sight, having been instructed to keep an eye on things for him (as he's fully aware that he's not going to be able to one things get underway); the Gardevoir is at his side, as he always is during these sorts of games. His usual white suit has been abandoned in favor of sharply-tailored black, with a black shirt buttoned clear up to his throat beneath it and a bloodred tie around his neck; his face is obscured by the usual hooded mask, long ponytail tucked up beneath the fabric.
It's a lovely day today.
He's got something in his hand that he's playing with once in a while; something that he can rather cheerfully buttonmash if he feels like it, apparently, as there are a good amount of buttons on it. He presses a few of them now, almost idly; he pauses for a moment before clicking the red one at the top of it.
Hopefully no one was partial to a few of those indie bars toward the outskirts of town; that explosion is going to be a large one.
Let's begin, shall we?
[OOC: Okay, apologies for the delay but RL punched me in the throat. AS IT STANDS, HOWEVER, the deal is currently this.
There are currently eight bombs planted throughout the city, including the one that just went off on the northern side of town, because Kimblee clearly hates hipsters this morning and has decided that they can't have nice bars. Your job, should you choose to accept it, is to find either the bombs or the asshole detonating them. Or both, if you all can manage, let's not sell ourselves short. Don't worry, he's somewhere within the city.
You're welcome to search the city if you wish; I'll gladly guide you through that part with meta directions in brackets - letting you know what you find in certain locations, if anything. The NPCs in certain locations (the hotel, the Pokémon Center, those hardware stores Blake was checking out earlier, the guards at the lighthouse) will not remember any suspicious activity having occurred, but they will have really large conspicuous holes in their memories if pressed. And hey, I'll guide you through that as well, if you have something to say to them.
Basically, feel free to investigate at will; throw a location in your comment subject, wherever you want to search. Let's make a game of it.]
[OOC PART II: Here's your current counter, guys.
Bomb 1 - hipster bars, northern side of town: DETONATED
Bomb 2 - Olivine Inn: LOCATED / NEUTRALIZED
Bomb 3 - docks, southern side of town: NEUTRALIZED
Bomb 4 - cargo holds, western side of town: DETONATED
Bomb 5 - specialized shops, city center: STILL ACTIVE
Bomb 6 - restaurants, city center: NEUTRALIZED
Bomb 7 - location currently unknown: STILL ACTIVE
Bomb 8 - location currently unknown: STILL ACTIVE
You've got your work cut out for you, Hero Squad. Godspeed. :|b ]
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Rick folds his arms at that, though the gesture is more casual than defensive. "Ah, yeah, I think we've got his records around - the stuff we keep on all the employees, y'know? But I don't really know where, I think they're in the b-"
Rick's words are broken off by the sound of a rather large concussive blast from the north side of town; while Kimblee can certainly appreciate the sort of dedication that goes into questioning literally everybody at stupid o'clock in the morning, clearly he would just like to remind everyone that he is, in fact, a psychopath with a few bombs in this city. Eight of them. Though, well, it's more like seven now because there goes the first one. Hopefully no one was partial to those hipster bars on the northern side of town.
The words that leave Rick's mouth at the sound of the explosion are decidedly not E for Everyone; give him a moment to manage a question.
"W-What, you mean he's actually doing this now?!"
...No shit, Rick. Though in fairness, no one said it was going to be a good question.]
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All I need's an address or a phone number. Get me that and I'll-- holy fuck!
[The roar of an explosion smacks him right upside the head. Blake runs to stick his head out the door and look over at where smoke is curling up to the sky.
The son of a bitch wasn't bluffing.
What Blake feels, weirdly enough, is at some level offense. You don't go around fucking with his city.
He sticks his head back into the hardware store.]
That's your cue to hurry it up, kid!
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"What are you planning on doing with it?! Even if I get Alan's information, he can blow up half the city by then...!!"]
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That could be it, or there could be more coming. [There were a shit ton of explosives in that video.] Either way, I want to catch this bastard now. You gonna give me what you got or not?
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He's already stepping out from behind the counter, though, Pokéball in hand. "I can take you there if you want."]
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[Blake's right behind him, blood high and pumping fast. Steve barks and goes down on all fours to prepare for a sprint.]
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However, annoying though the daily lives of teenagers tends to be, Steve Buscemi over there is going to notice something well before they get anywhere near the girlfriend's apartment, as they're making their way past a row of shops that's still closed for the morning but would surely have become rather well-populated later in the day. There's an odd scent in the air near one of the shops specializing in the wine Olivine's renowned for - something strong and chemical in a way that's decidedly not supposed to be there.]
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He turns around at a sharp "Snub!"
Steve is standing a few steps back, frozen with her nose in the air. She sniffs once, twice.
She bursts into motion and sprints over to grab Blake's pantleg. She tugs on it with her claws and, with her free paw, points urgently towards some of those yuppie shops. "Bull! Snubbull snubbull!"
Blake tries to shake her off. Instinct says whatever it is can wait, they have important shit to do.] Come on, god damn it, we don't have time to go get Timmy out of a--
[And how good have your instincts been?
A strange look comes over Blake's face. He stands very still.
He looks down at the little dog for a long time. Suddenly, quick and sharp, he nods.]
Show me.
[Steve takes off toward the source with Blake close behind. He yells over his shoulder at Rick]
Over here! My dog found something!
notifs i s2g now is not the time
In the meantime, Steve will find that scent trail leading to a grate near one of the buildings - a storm drain that hasn't seen much use due to the lack of runoff from the snow lately, the cold weather has ensured that much. If you get a better look at it, that is...yeah that is most definitely blinking down there, um.
YOUR DOG FOUND SOMETHING INDEED. YOUR DOG VERY DEFINITELY FOUND SOMETHING.]
tl;dr inc EVERYBODY DOWN
There's a blinking light.
Oh. Shit.]
Rick. Steve.
[Blake's voice is real steady, without much inflection.]
Get whoever you can and get away from here.
[After a second, he turns and shouts at the top of his lungs.] NOW!
[Without waiting for a response, he grabs at the grate to see if he can wrench it off. His hands and face are instantly covered in cold sweat. He knows exactly what to do when you find a bomb.
What you do is you call in the PSBT with the bomb squad and you get the fuck out of there.
He doesn't even know what he's going to do if he can get to the thing. Doesn't even know if he can recognize what kind of bomb it is. God, for the first time in his life he really fucking wishes Jayden was here with his fancy glasses, at least those could tell him something.
Blake's job is to deal with people, who you can intimidate or threaten or hit, not a mindless thing blinking in the darkness that might burst into a roar of fire and shards of metal right in your face any fucking second. There's other guys who deal with these things, the ones who have training and protective suits and remote-controlled robots and those things that shoot water into the guts of it and scramble it all without setting it off, Blake--
Blake has something that shoots water.
He rises up out of his crouch, damn old knees aching, and grabs for one of his Pokeballs. What comes out is an octopus - the Octillery that showed up on his doorstep a long, long time ago.
He explains to Rachel what he wants her to do. She listens, the ends of her tentacles sweeping slowly over the pavement. He tells her she'll have to get close. He tells her he doesn't know how much time they have, and...yeah. He doesn't know that it'll work.
These things get hurt all the time. You just take them to the Center and they're fixed up fine. It'd be the same here, right?
Right?
Fuck. Even if it's an animal, you can't order somebody to do something that could get them killed. They didn't sign up for the job. All he can do is ask.
Some of these things have eerily human expressions. An octopus doesn't. The face is just lazy eyes and a kind of snout. It's not something you can read when it turns toward you and tilts to the side, almost thoughtfully.
Then, just like she's going for a stroll, Rachel turns and slinks toward the storm drain.
Blake fucking books it to a safe distance, if there's any such thing. His pulse pounds in his neck. It all depends on whether she can get close enough, and whether spitting water into the workings of the thing will break it in the right way.
Now all he can do is watch the little orange thing disappear into the shadows, and wait.]