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derailing2014-11-09 12:54 am
explosivecombat) wrote in derailing2014-11-09 12:54 am
apparently we really needed to murder him tonight i don't even [locked to glaciates]
[It's been a while since the "foreigners" stopped arriving in Johto.
Their absence is noticed, surely, due to the lack of confused posts on a biweekly basis; they had become more than a bit of a staple by the time they slowly trickled to a stop. It was counterbalanced, however, by the fact that the sudden disappearances had stopped as well; that...seemed to distress a few people, but Kimblee couldn't say he minded the new shift to the status quo. It seemed Johto had selected its chosen ones; they were going to be here for as long as it would have them.
He doesn't mention the other thing some of the members of Team Rocket had found out recently, the small fact that that Ashford person had brought to light via his particular form of problem-solving that often involved smashing someone's head in through some sort of berserker rage (or so Kimblee imagines, he's never seen the man kill but he's like Archer, entirely too tightly-wound for his own good, so he likes to think that when he lets loose he does so completely and utterly and the result is so pointlessly destructive it's beautiful).
People are no longer reappearing in the Centers after they die.
He isn't sure what he thinks about it; he imagines word has gotten around by now, just because that's a bizarre quirk for a world to have in the first place – and admittedly, it's also a dangerous one to get used to, and that's incredibly obvious now that it's no longer in place.
But for the most part he ignores it, even if he's a bit less reckless as a result; just the same, some things never change, and the usual routine when one of them wakes up in the middle of the night due to some sound or another outside is one of those things. Kimblee isn't sure whether he wakes up first or Isaac does, but the fact is that it's dark and neither of them are getting back to sleep, even if it's probably nothing (simply because it's always nothing).]
Shall we go see what it is this time...?
Their absence is noticed, surely, due to the lack of confused posts on a biweekly basis; they had become more than a bit of a staple by the time they slowly trickled to a stop. It was counterbalanced, however, by the fact that the sudden disappearances had stopped as well; that...seemed to distress a few people, but Kimblee couldn't say he minded the new shift to the status quo. It seemed Johto had selected its chosen ones; they were going to be here for as long as it would have them.
He doesn't mention the other thing some of the members of Team Rocket had found out recently, the small fact that that Ashford person had brought to light via his particular form of problem-solving that often involved smashing someone's head in through some sort of berserker rage (or so Kimblee imagines, he's never seen the man kill but he's like Archer, entirely too tightly-wound for his own good, so he likes to think that when he lets loose he does so completely and utterly and the result is so pointlessly destructive it's beautiful).
People are no longer reappearing in the Centers after they die.
He isn't sure what he thinks about it; he imagines word has gotten around by now, just because that's a bizarre quirk for a world to have in the first place – and admittedly, it's also a dangerous one to get used to, and that's incredibly obvious now that it's no longer in place.
But for the most part he ignores it, even if he's a bit less reckless as a result; just the same, some things never change, and the usual routine when one of them wakes up in the middle of the night due to some sound or another outside is one of those things. Kimblee isn't sure whether he wakes up first or Isaac does, but the fact is that it's dark and neither of them are getting back to sleep, even if it's probably nothing (simply because it's always nothing).]
Shall we go see what it is this time...?
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[At the very least he doesn't sound like he's in pain; his words are a bit breathless, a little too quiet. But he seems calm enough, if a bit like the medication is going to his head.]
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[His voice shakes when he speaks. He's not entirely sure what to do now or what to say. Surely they've already told Kimblee. Isaac's certain that Kimblee isn't afraid of death and this probably doesn't bother him, but it's still not something Isaac wants him to go through.]
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I told you I've had worse.
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[It hurts to say it, but Isaac can't just pretend that everything will be okay.]