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[Kimblee has been fairly absentee for the last few days; when his connection becomes active over the PGC, it...well, it might not be exactly clear as to why, but it goes a long way toward explaining it, at least in part.
The connection snaps to life suddenly, though it isn't a video feed - this is entirely sound, the Voice connection
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[Great, Kimblee's gone insane. Well, better go collect the crazy thing before he scares the NPCs any further.]
[So less than ten minutes later, Archer finally locates Kimblee and approaches, still carrying that kitten. He seems to have taken a page from Kimblee's book regarding Dorian; he's certainly not letting that kitten walk anywhere.]
What the hell was that? Did you have to post to the network broadcasting just how crazy you are?
[Despite the (nearly disgusted) tone and the harsh words, Archer's expression isn't quite as controlled as he thinks it is. Kimblee's crazy - he knew that, of course - but it's still a rather frightening thing to face, especially when it's this version and here.]
Is your alchemy finally working? [That's really the only explanation for this, isn't it?]
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He looks over at Archer, though he lets the man yell; though his gaze is still manic, the look in his eyes distant, he doesn't seem too inclined to fight with him right now. Instead, he slips his hands into his pockets, fingers toying with the inside folds of his clothing once he's done so; he's smiling when he turns to face him fully, though the expression...isn't exactly a nice one.]
Would you like me to apologize for that post, then? I can assure you that it wasn't intentional, at the very least.
[His voice is no longer shaking when he speaks, at least not nearly as badly; at the same time, there's a strangely uneven quality behind his words. Barely controlled, really.]
As for my alchemy...unfortunately not; that's working about as well as it was before. However, it seems this world is presenting other ways for me to carry out my work.
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Indeed? How so?
[Archer glances at Kimblee for a moment, curious. If it isn't alchemy, then the chimeras must be capable of that sort of thing, right? But which of Kimblee's would possibly...?]
...Your Voltorb? [Well it certainly can't be Dorian or Carlisle, and it's probably not Morat. Though really, if that thing could explode it might be slightly better off. Honestly, that thing disturbs him more than Kimblee's obvious insanity at the moment.]
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...it isn't a Voltorb anymore. Not after learning to do that - it got an evolution quickly.
[He tips his head a bit as he speaks, indicating the...rather obvious signs of explosions in his immediate area.]
Let's say that I was perfectly willing to step up my training to expedite the process once that started happening.
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I would imagine so. I take it you've been having fun, then.
[It certainly looks that way. The area has suffered quite a bit from the explosions. Archer shifts the cat in his arms again and she goes back to digging her claws into his uniform.] What did it turn into? Your Voltorb?
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[...uh. Well, gesticulating is clearly the best option here; he slides his hands out of his pockets, laying one flat and palm-up and hovering the other just over it, before flipping the whole mess over.
And that's about when he seems to realize that all this is really getting across is some bizarre equivalent of "It did a barrel roll" and he pauses for a moment.]
It seems to have inverted itself somehow.
[The only other way to word that is seriously "Its face flipped over", and he would prefer not to, thanks.]
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It... "inverted itself." I have no idea what you're talking about.
[Voltorb was just a red-and-white sphere. If it is inverted...] What, did its coloring change or something?
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[Fine, fine, he'll release it from the ball; it's just going to...sit there completely fainted, but it'll get the point across.]
It's decidedly more powerful now; unfortunately, the force of the explosions seems to result in immediate fainting. I intend to see if there's anything to be done about that.
[...and no, he's not bothered at all by the fact that he's been essentially murderizing his chimera over and over again, thanks for playing.]
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[...Wait. So you've been running around forcing that thing to explode which results in it fainting every time.]
I'm sure you've been having fun, but what about your chimera? Forcing it to faint repeatedly is hardly doing it any favors.
[...Oh the other hand, this might explain how you've been raising Dorian...]
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...of course, the fact that Dorian is actually preferring the ball right now as opposed to being out among this general insanity probably says something about the reign of terror Kimblee's been holding over the local wild chimera population for the last several days.]
Oh, I'd imagine not; it's been rather disgruntled with me for quite some time now. However, I don't force it to faint every time; it's gaining its share of experience still.
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[Anyway, Archer will just continue side-eyeing Kimblee; how exactly has he managed to keep that thing from fainting? It sounds like it has to faint in order to use the move that's causing all these explosions, and it certainly seems like Kimblee's been abusing that move ever since he discovered it.]
So I take it this has been what you've been doing for the past few days? [This would explain quite a bit, actually.]
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That said, the question seems to strike him strangely; though he remains in control of himself, that odd, manic look is back.]
It has.
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Congratulations are in order, I suppose. I was beginning to wonder if that Voltorb even had an evolution.
[It would seem that someone had quite the sense of humor in giving Kimblee something that could learn to explode too.]
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At the same time, with evolutions come more power. The sheer force of the blasts has been very satisfying lately.
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[And the less it...completely hates him!]
Really, it's to my benefit to not use that move constantly; that doesn't mean I don't use it once in a while for my own enjoyment.
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