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[Ouch...]

Yeah.

[...]

So did anyone else come back? Like Mustang or Armstrong or Hughes?

[OH LOOK A WILD TOPIC CHANGE APPEARED]

They haven't, no - whether you consider that fortunate or unfortunate is a matter of personal opinion, but the fact of the matter is that no one from Amestris has returned.

[...well. That's technically true, anyway. Greed's shown up, but we don't discuss the Homunculi.]

[It's sort of a shame; he didn't really hate any of them. Hopefully things are going well for them back home.]

I'm guessing no one new has shown up?

[Things are presumably going rather well for everyone that isn't Hughes, yes...]

No one that we know, at any rate.

[WOW DID YOU JUST]

Huh.

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So uh, you said you were returned home at some point? Did you get any of your Pokémon back?

[...too soon?]

Ah, that's right - I verified for you during one of those three-day periods but you likely don't remember. I have Carmen and Bellatrix with me, if that's what you were leading up to.

Three-day periods? Wait, you mean I was here for those? Why don't I remember that?

[He figures Kimblee doesn't have an answer for that, so he shrugs it off.]

That... wasn't what I was getting at, actually, but I'm glad to know they're with you. Have you gotten all the badges? What kinds of Pokémon are you training now?

[...Look, he's missed a lot okay!!]

[...Oh, goddamn it, you had to ask about the Pokémon...]

I still rather like my ground-types and things that are capable of making some rather lovely sounds if ordered to do so, but I've raised some other things as well this time around. I haven't raised too many new things recently, however.

I don't have all of the badges again, either, but I have the ones I require.

[Surprisingly enough. But then, he's been hit rather hard by disappearances over the last few months for some reason he can't quite work out, and instead of catching everything in sight he's focused himself on more...productive means of work.]

[Yeah, if you call working in a florist's "productive"...]

Oh yeah? Then what have you been doing? Just training?

[And not assisting Team Rocket hopefully?]

[He can send declarations of war via flowers now, Isaac.]

Training and work, primarily.

Don't worry, I haven't been gambling too much.

[Literally no one is going to get that. No one.]

Well that's good...

[He feels like he's missing something here. Was that supposed to be a joke??]

I'm glad you're doing okay. And uh, that you're still here. Obviously.

[...you know, one of these days Kimblee is going to look back on this point in his life and wonder exactly when he got so sarcastic.

And then he'll probably claim it was Archer's fault.]

Of course I'm all right, Isaac. Why wouldn't I be?

[Well hanging around him isn't exactly doing wonders for you...]

Ah, I'm not trying to say you wouldn't be! It's just good to know that everything's okay, if that makes sense?

[Are you still worked up about that...?]

Relax, Isaac, I know what you meant.

[He's literally the most annoying person ever so........]

Good. I'm glad.

...So uh, are you still living in Mahogany?

Technically speaking.

Ah, but you're in Goldenrod again, aren't you.

[It's not exactly a question.]

...Unfortunately.

[He feels like he should say something about that, but he can't come up with anything to say.]

I can't wait to get out of here.

[That just seems to amuse him a bit, really.]

Tell me what room you're in.

Um... 102, I think. Why?

Because I can meet you there, if you'd like.

Ah, really? That would be great!

[...Oh, there's that damn expression.]

Give me a few minutes, and I'll be there.

[...he just...kind of has to verify with Archer that he's going somewhere, and likely won't be back for a while. Because this is the state of his life, more or less.

Either way, he'll show up eventually.]

[Did you really think you were going to escape this conversation without seeing it at least once?]

Yeah, sure.

[So apparently Kimblee's in the base? Hopefully it's not because he's actually doing anything for Team Rocket. Anyway, Isaac is in room 102, seated at the desk and going through posts to the network while he waits for Kimblee to arrive.]

[...of course he's not doing anything for Team Rocket. Of course he's not.

That said, however, the knock on Isaac's door is reasonably prompt; he can feel his nerves waking up a bit before he does so, the tension heightening in his body a little before he forces himself to settle. He can't really work out why that reaction is happening, and he's not about to dwell on it any; he doubts Isaac will stay this time, either, so anticipating anything would be incredibly stupid.

But he's never really been one to refuse to indulge in something while it's right in front of him; he'd taken advantage of those three days with a vengeance, hadn't he?

...just...let him knock and settle his features into something reasonably calm, all right, though the look in his eyes is rather alive regardless.]

[Isaac starts at the knock, glancing up at the door curiously. He had expected Kimblee just to walk on in like he owns the place, but it probably makes more sense that he'd knock, right? He sets the 'Gear down and opens the door, trying to keep calm. There's no need for him to be nervous, right?]

Hey.

[And just like that, he's able to relax again. He's really not sure what it is about Kimblee that calms him down so easily.]

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