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 ]

Comments

Pre-Hipster Bomb, at the Lighthouse

[doitrockapella]

[So it appears that even a war can be postponed on account of weather.

Carmen's been understandably edgy the past few days, if only because of the Philosophers' longstanding understanding that Nietzsche keeps his word, and the figure had been three days. That said, once she'd seen the sub-zero temperatures early on Thursday morning and passed a rather anxious afternoon steeled against the sudden blast of a nearby explosion, the thought had rather occurred to her that their resident mad bomber might be roughly as loath to go out in the cold as she was, and that was the explanation for the delay.

It'd be a rather Nietzsche thing to do, really. Also a rather charming thing, but she repeats herself.

This morning, though, the skies are clear, as she'd suspected they'd be; the temperature was on the rise last night, and the snow had stopped a little after midnight. If her suspicions were right, the temporary cease fire would be over once the flurries had fled, and if not — well, she might as well get down to businesses, regardless of when he planned to.

It's early now, on Saturday — just a little before dawn — and she's bundled up tight against the chill. Finding Nietzsche is a priority, of course, but it's one still trumped by a second, more pressing concern. If someone else gets to him first, then so be it, and maybe so much the better; it'll make tracking him down that much easier. But for the moment, there are bombs somewhere in this city, and wherever they are, she wants to make very sure that's also where the locals aren't.

There'll be time for taffeta later. For now, she's going hunting.

Her first stop is the Lighthouse, half for personal reasons and half because it's been the site of a bomb attack before, and while she has her doubts about there being a bomb there for precisely that reason (nobody likes a repeat performance, though an encore isn't out of the question), there still might be a useful clue here — she wants to see if Amphy the Ampharos is in the Lighthouse. If he planned to put a bomb in here, would he have moved Amphy before he did it? It's hard to say. But if Amphy ought to be there and isn't, well. That might be telling, itself.

And so she goes, down to the beach she remembers so well, to start her end of the chase — and not missing the irony that yes, once again she's the one doing the chasing, instead of the other way around.

But then again, that's how their game is supposed to go, isn't it. c: ]

Copping it up around town

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Ever since some asshole sent out a bomb threat, it's been just like old times. The bastard thought he could just brag without giving anything away, but one thing was distinctive: those bomb parts had to come from somewhere. Blake's been hitting the streets, going to every hardware store and anyplace that would sell the raw materials that an enterprising lunatic could cook up into something that goes boom.

Behind him Steve Buscemi walks purposefully, a Snubbull on a mission. He's got her doing the rounds of the Pokemon they run into. Everybody around here has their own animals all over the place, and they paid more attention than you'd think. His Musharna is floating along, too. It may be a poetic weirdo, but shit, for all the times Blake has wished he could just reach right into somebody's head and take out what he needs, like hell if he can ignore the chance to have a psychic on his side. Maybe if he shakes things around in somebody's memory, it can skim something useful off the top.

There'd been a shit-ton of bombs; that meant either he'd gotten a lot of ingredients from one place, or smaller batches from a bunch. Either way, somebody had to remember.

So far nobody has.

The bell on the door clatters as he walks into the next place and strides up to the counter. He holds out his Gear, displaying a still from the broadcast that shows the bombs and detonators the wannabe-terrorist had cobbled together.]

I'm looking for a man, about average build, who's been going around picking up the shit to make these. Timers, glycerine...

[He rattles off a list of your usual Anarchist's Cookbook shit.]

Sound familiar?

Beach

[islandshore]

[Riku's been on edge ever since the threat went out. He still remembers when "Seth" set up an open invitation to battle. That ended disastrously, but now that he's the PGC's leader, he needs to tread even more cautiously than before. For that reason, he's changed his attire. A red scarf conceals the lower part of his face. Goggles mask his eyes. He's foregone his usual jacket in jeans in favor of this getup, sized up for a nineteen year old's build.

Gloves hide his hands, and he moves silently towards the beach atop his Hydreigon; Flare would be too obvious, and he needs to keep a solid cover, lest he risk exposing himself or the PGC.

He'll land by the shore, casting a glance towards the house once owned by Minnie, then Lightning... It's a house with a legacy, one that he aims to protect. For that reason, he's sending a Lucario and a Metagross out of their balls.

No words are spoken between them; the group simply wanders the area, the Lucario trying to sense anything strange with her aura abilities and the Meagross serving as a sort of bodyguard.]

Docks

[beholdmydemons]

[Because it's familiar, in a weird sort of way that offsets the what does a bomb look like and what should I do if I find it well I guess I'll just toss it in the ocean or something.

The docks of Olivine don't consist of a few low piers and a fleet of rowboats, but Walter has a sharp eye and a firm conviction and more than enough practice in looking like he knows what he's doing. And while he's not going for stealth by any means, he did what he could with his wardrobe to not look completely out of place, wandering around down here where commercial and hobbyist boats alike are moored, his Houndoom beside him like they're just out for a morning stroll.

He couldn't tell you what looks out of place, but...any attempt is better than nothing. They'll figure it out somehow, or at least put up some opposition. One hopes.]

PokeCenter; dear god haven't done this stuff in forever

[heartdive]

[ to Sora, the natural place to look around is the Center. the Centers had been attacked in the past, so it stands to reason that there could be a bomb inside or even nearby. he isn't like Riku, throwing on a disguise. there's no NEED to. no one is really going to think much of Sora sitting in a PokéCenter. He just sits there, Mei the Mienshao, by his side. honestly, he'd rather be looking around himself but... his plan is probably better.

both Lumi, the Lampent, and Juju, the Banette, are looking through the Center. it's pretty easy for them to slip around unnoticed as ghosts - looking for anything that might be out of place or unusual. the search begins INSIDE, rather than outside. ]

in town, headed toward the lighthouse

[usedswift]

[ooc: Replies will be alternately coming from Tenten (usedswift), Dave (moveslikestrider), and Jade (gardentrainer)!]

[Jade, Dave, and Tenten make a fairly innocuous group, really; as much as Tenten would like to, they don't fly into the city swords drawn ready to knock down doors and find some bombs. They'd spent the time en-route flying from Violet strategizing and making plans. So many plans.

For now, their current plan is straightforward enough; move through town, head toward anything that looks suspicious. And keep an eye in the sky, literally; Tenten's level 100 Xatu Yoonjae is flying high overhead in constant mental communication with her trainer. It's distracting enough to have a Xatu scolding her for being reckless that the normally-talkative ninja is keeping her mouth shut, lest she start mimicking the things Yoonjae is imparting to her.

The lighthouse is the highest point in the city; unless Yoonjae indicates otherwise, they'll likely head there to try to get a view of the city for themselves.]