Sometimes, quiet is violent.

[explosivecombat]

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 ]

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[explosivecombat]

[Well, if she remembers the images that were sent with the message from Seth earlier that week, she might recognize this; it's a bit more finished than it was in the picture but it's far from elegant, a simple black stick with a red-accented trigger, one of the ones photographed along with the bombs. It's nestled into fabric such as to keep it from sliding around inside the box, and for good reason; the last thing anybody needs is for this thing to set itself off accidentally - it's not an explosive itself, but presumably it'll set one off somewhere.

Congratulations, Carmen. You seem to have found a detonator, because Team Rocket provides some excellent toys to those who ask.]

[doitrockapella]

[For a second, she just looks at it — not precisely stunned or disbelieving, because she's had her suspicions of what she might find in here since the point when the message on the cards had started to come together, but just...

Sad, maybe? Disgusted? There's assuredly disgust present, though it's hard to pin down if there's actually an identifiable source for it or if it's just her natural and deep-seated repulsion of weapons in pretty much any form.

There's a touch of anger there, too. Somewhere in the thrill and intrigue of teasing out this mystery, she'd let herself start to lose sight of the grim realities underlying this game. (Is it a game? It's something, but no one's laughing and if she and the psychopath are the only ones having fun, well, what does that say.)

Pressing her lips into a thin line, she retreats from the box, but only far enough to fetch Chief and the Baron; there ought to be room enough for the two of them through the hole, and she doesn't want to move the detonator any more than she's going to have to — for the moment.

Once inside, they'll receive calm, steady instructions. While Chief carefully lifts the detonator free, the Baron is going to make good use of Ice Beam, and freeze it solid in a block of ice.

It's a cold day out, and that's one way to keep it from moving.]

[explosivecombat]

[It certainly is.

However, once that's taken care of, there's not much of interest in the rest of the lighthouse; searching it will turn up a lot of floors that are much like the fifth: namely, containing a whole lot of nothing. The third floor contains another uncomfortable tiny partitioned-off section, but there's nothing of interest either there or in the larger room making up the rest of the floor. The second is built exactly like the fifth; the first is a rather nice lobby, with the double doors leading out rather obviously having been welded shut from the inside. The job isn't terribly precise; more likely done by Flamethrower rather than anything done by a human with proper tools.

Nietzsche isn't here; there's nothing else here, either. Just the box and the cards and the...rather frozen detonator.]

[doitrockapella]

[And she does, of course, check all of the floors to be certain, but soon enough she finds herself back in the detonator room with her three roster members.

The first order of business is to clean up; she puts the box and cards back the way she found them, minus the detonator, and then rechecks the room to make sure nothing else is left out of order before turning back to her three members.

Chief trades out her Philosophers Gear for the ice cube detonator; he'll Teleport back to the Pokemon Center and then book a hasty retreat back to their prearranged meeting place. Murphy gets some pets and kisses before he's returned to his ball and his place on her belt. And the Baron will go wait outside for her, since he's her ride down — or, well. Back up to Amphy to wave goodbye, and then back down from there.

But for the moment, there's no need for her previous pre-typed message, so she deletes it, and sends this one instead.]


Good morning. Where should I meet you?


[There's a certain sort of humor to it, but she'd be hard-pressed to explain it to anyone, if they asked.

And with that, she and the Baron will take their leave as well.]