route_1065 | Is that a bomb in your pants or are you just happy to see me

Who: Dr Kato (

artfuldestruction) and Solf. J. Kimblee (

explosivecombat)
Where: Goldenrod City.
When: Just before Cobra made his threat to the network!
Summary: ~~Katie~~ Kato and ~~Kimmy~~ Kimblee, as Cobra's personal bombmakers, are setting up for some fun and games with Goldenrod City. While looking absolutely goddamn fabulous.
Rating: PG for just....ridiculousness
Log:

It was such a nice day in Goldenrod. Really, Kato was enjoying himself. It was nice to get out of the lab once in a while. Especially without his mask.

Flicking his long blonde hair out of his face, he shifted his toolbox to his other hand. Was it really necessary to take all these tools with them?

Of course it was. The disguise had to be perfect, after all.

"How are you finding the weather, Kimblee? I hope you're not too hot."

The tight-fitting overalls may have been a bit too much, but Kato couldn't care less at this point. What he refused to compromise on were the fake breasts. They were always so much fun to organize. Kimblee, to be fair, had taken to the idea far better than he'd thought. Kato smirked slightly, running his tongue across his perfectly glossed lips.

It was time to make a masterpiece.

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The worst part of this was the fact that Kimblee actually could not deny that this was, at least in theory, a decent idea.

He actually wasn't concealing the long black ponytail he usually wore, though he had it styled decidedly differently - for one, it was tied low at the nape of his neck, the ends draped over his left shoulder and the two strands in the front threaded back into the ponytail itself, out of his face; for another, it was curled to all hell, falling in tight ringlets as opposed to being left to do its usual loose, straight thing. There were a few reasons for the hairstyle; the most practical was drawing one's attention in a downward direction, keeping people from looking Kimblee in the face for too long; he had done what he could with makeup, and after a bit of experimentation he had pulled off something reasonably feminine - it was a matter of playing with foundation shades, using highlight and shadow to downplay his stronger features and give an appearance of heightened cheekbones, larger eyes and fuller lips, but there was still something decidedly...strange, there, and Kimblee would really prefer to not have people trying to figure out what that decidedly strange something was any longer than necessary.

However, in drawing one's attention downward...well. He hadn't exactly been pleased with Kato's enthusiasm for the breasts, here, but if there was anything that would keep people from staring one in the face, in Kimblee's experience, it was low-cut shirts with visible cleavage. The...thing he was wearing under the worker's overalls plunged rather deeply in terms of neckline; Kato had said he could make it convincing, and he hadn't exactly lied. After that, it was pretty much just a matter of tying a short white scarf around his neck, the loose ends tucked back into the wrapped fabric and out of the way; there were certain marks on his throat that he definitely wanted to keep concealed. Combined with the fact that Kimblee wasn't exactly built anymore after so many years in prison - his suit was just designed to give off that sort of impression...well. It actually looked surprisingly convincing, all things considered.

...of course, this didn't change the fact that Kimblee still kind of wanted to die at all of this, but at least he would die looking pretty damn fabulous.

For a moment, he considered not dignifying Kato's words with a response; when he finally did say something, it was incredibly flat. "Hardly."

He paused for a moment, resisting the urge to bat his hair back over his shoulder. "If you think you're being forgiven for this anytime soon, you're greatly mistaken."

Giggling girlishly at his surly partner's words, Kato skipped forward a little, flicking his blonde curls over his shoulder.

"If I didn't know better I'd say you were annoyed at me, Kimmy!"

And with a wink, Kato spun around, a michevious look in his eyes as he dropped his voice back to a normal pitch.

"Besides, you can't deny that this is a good idea. Even if people see us, they won't be seeing us. It's the perfect disguise. We do want Cobra to trust us enough for more missions, after all."

His speech finished, Kato closed with a trolltastic wink.

"Besides, you look cute."

"Were it not a good idea on some level, I wouldn't be doing this, now, would I?"

He took a moment to pick at the neckline of his shirt; were he one to receive object lessons well, now would be about the time when he would resolve to never stare at another woman in a low-cut shirt ever again. As it stood, he was currently resolving to at least be a bit more discreet in his staring.

"Just try not to revel in this too much, will you? I would prefer to leave this with some shred of my dignity intact."

He paused for a moment, and was most definitely not sulking.

"And don't call me Kimmy."

"Of course, Kimmy."

Turning back around, Kato checked his watch, trying vainly to get the massively amused smirk off his face.

....or, you know. Not at all.

"We've still got a decent amount of time before the bombs are due to be armed. That should give us ample opportunity to check everything is perfect."

Breathing deeply, Kato spread his arms wide, looking up at the buildings.

"Just think of how magnificent it will be when the building comes crashing down in a furious, cleansing explosion! Destroyed from the very foundations! Is there a more pure, more beautiful form of art in the universe?!"

Somewhere in there, Kimblee was fully aware that this was really not something that they should be shouting about in public; despite how ridiculous this situation was - and, to be frank, it was completely ridiculous - that didn't negate Kimblee's drive to maintain at least some sense of relative normalcy among other people. The thought that someone would be so open about their willingness to engage in heresy was completely foreign to him; expressing this much excitement about one's craft was both a bit alarming and...strangely enticing.

This was why he had gone along with this in the first place, really; he didn't know Kato terribly well, but Kimblee had to admit that the man was fascinating. He smirked a bit at that little speech, folding his arms across his chest. And then promptly unfolding them again, because that was uncomfortable and he certainly wasn't going to fold them underneath the...veritable shelf that Kato had tacked on him earlier.

"I think we've composed quite the lovely symphony of destruction, yes." His words are quiet, understated in comparison to Kato's exuberance, but his gaze is definitely alive. "Are you always this enthusiastic about your work?"

As little as he really knew the man, Kato found himself quite liking his partner for this mission, all things considered. It was rare to find people who truly understood his work, much less practiced it themselves. Once this mission was over he simply had to invite the man over for a discussion. He wanted to hear all the gory details of Kimblee's work.

"One cannot create masterpieces without enthusiasm and energy, Kimblee. You need to have a passion for your art."

And with that, Kato linked his arms behind his back and twirled around prettily, flicking his hair out of his eyes and smiling darkly, his voice back to that high pitch.

"And I happen to have it in spades~"

Kimblee's smirk deepens at that, his hands shifting back to slip into his pockets. "I can't say I disagree with any of that, although you're begging the question of whether your masterpieces always involve confusing the gender perception of everyone in the immediate area."

"Not always. I save the cross-dressing for special occasions~"

If he's joking, Kato doesn't let on.

"I must say, you've taken to it rather well."

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