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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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Since I doubt you want me moving very much, go ahead and check under the nightstand over there. Or have one of your creatures do it, either way. The result will be the same. >
[He tips his head in the direction he's indicating; he sets the detonator down on the table as he does so, and takes his hand off of it fully, settling it in his lap.
...Probably a good thing, too, because wow that certainly is another one of those large black cases hanging out on the far side of the bed, like the one you just dropped into the ocean with the power of the nyoombird.
You didn't have to go very far up those stairs by the way; only to the second floor. A high explosive going off here would likely bring a good amount of this rather-full-of-people building down, if not the whole damn thing.]
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Fuck.
Walter's chest feels very cold, in a way that's swiftly slipping past terror and into that giddy realm above fear where consequences seem very trivial. He stares in the bomb's direction for a moment, mind tripping over its presence, then looks back at Seth. His voice is pitched a little high, sounding almost like he could start laughing.]
...Do I get to know your "why", too?
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[He stands up then, though he doesn't move toward Walter at all; his hands remain down at his sides, palms open and visible.]
< That's what any war, in essence, comes down to. Mine is no different. >
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He breathes, glancing down at the bomb again, then up at Seth.]
Forces of will. [he repeats, evenly, then nods, with a grin that doesn't go anywhere near his eyes.] So - whose will are you pitting against them? The protectors. [He amends himself quickly.] Or - is it just your will to provoke them? What...
[Walter fumbles for a moment, almost throwing a hand up in his sudden, muted frenzy.] What do you win?
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< Getting to serve on the battlefield is victory in and of itself. >
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So you're no...force of will.
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I'm just not in it for any particular reward.
I've never left the battlefield; I've lived side-by-side with death and war for my entire life. It's an existence I wouldn't trade for the world. >
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Walter's expression goes from wary to mildly astonished to just...contemplative, and he stares for a long few seconds, absorbing that.
Then he returns his Drapion to her Pokeball, ignoring her alarmed look and Orthrus' confused whine.]
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...
Now, that's interesting.]
< Not going to maim me, then? >
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Get over here, Orthrus.]
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He does have parting words for you, however, brief though they are.]
< I always repay my debts, you know.
I'll remember you. >
[And with that, Teleporting occurs, and he's gone.]
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....
Muriel is sent out again.]
Night Slash.
[He returns her and leaves as he entered, with Orthrus at his heels. There's a deep cut through the chair where "Seth" had been sitting, and over the edge of the desk - as though someone had attacked, but the target had teleported away.]