SECOND REBELLION ❅ VOICE / ACTION [UNION CAVE]

[glaciates]

[VOICE]

I have a question.

[Isaac's voice is tense. There's no video accompanying it, but it should be fairly obvious that he's stressed.]

What... would you do if your travelling partner simply stops... functioning? Someone I'm travelling with isn't reacting to anything. He's awake but...

[Isaac trails off. You can practically hear the shrug. He's being very careful about not revealing any names here but if you listen closely, you should be able to hear a very concerned Emmy Altava in the background. "Mr. Kimblee, are you okay?" So much for being secretive about who he's travelling with...]

[ACTION]

[After he turns off the Gear, Isaac turns back to look at the situation. Things seem pretty grim; Kimblee hasn't responded to anything in quite some time, and Isaac is worried.]

...We're not far from the exit, are we?

[The question is rhetorical, and after a moment more of thought, Isaac moves to pick Kimblee up bridal style.]

Come on. We're getting out of here.

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[explosivecombat]

[SQUIRMING, ISAAC, SO MUCH SQUIRMING - ...aw man. :< ]

I can assure you that it isn't the first time that's happened; I'm not going to tell you that I'm perfectly fine if I know otherwise.

[Except for the part where he totally would. But, details.]

And yes, do give Miss Altava a go - believe me, I don't mind.

[glaciates]

[GUYS HE IS NOT YOUR PACKMULE NOR IS HE A RIDE >:|]

Hey, now isn't the time, Emmy. We've got to make sure Kimblee's alright.

[Oh, right, talking about you like you aren't here isn't really a good thing, is it? How does he social anyway?]

Look, I don't care if you're claiming you're alright. It's not normal. We're getting you looked at, that's final.

[snapandscoot]

Shall we put you back in your pokeball, Mr Kimblee~?

[[Sorry boys, but this is hilarious.]]

I've got a spare Potion or two~!

[explosivecombat]

[HE CANNOT WITH EITHER OF YOU

EMMY, HE IS ALMOST TEMPTED TO ACTUALLY REQUEST A POTION FROM YOU

CAN YOU USE IT LIKE MACE

MAYBE THEN ISAAC WILL PUT HIM DOWN]

Both of you are ridiculous. Completely and utterly ridiculous.

[AND WITH THAT, ESCAPE ATTEMPT #2 IS GO]

[glaciates]

[OH GOD WHAT HAS HIS LIFE BECOME no seriously he can't decide whether he wants to laugh or cry. For now he'll just lineface at both of you, does this work?]

[Anyway, escape attempt #2 catches him off-guard and he'll actually drop Kimblee this time! Lolwhoops. Probably not the best way to check and see if you're alright.]

[snapandscoot]

[[Oh just let her laugh at you two, okay!]]

Hello there Mr Kimblee! Thanks for dropping by!

[[....yeah just

brb, giggling so hard]]

[explosivecombat]

[GODDAMN IT, EMMY -

But! At the very least all that physical training after his release from prison, and his subsequent (admittedly very stupid) attempts to vault up onto ledges in Johto have given him a decent sense of equilibrium in this place and let him know what particular physics he can and cannot bend here; although he does end up dropping a good distance and comes far closer to kissing the turf than he really would have liked, he manages to catch himself before something completely ungraceful happens - though it does end with him crouched low to the ground with his hands planted firmly down, he doesn't take long at all before he pushes himself up, dusting himself off and generally acting like that totally did not just happen.

Like. A. Boss.]

As appreciated as the sentiments are, Miss Altava, it's as I've said - I'm perfectly fine.

[...although, um, hopefully you don't expect him to actually walk right now, because he's been out for a while and the rush of blood to his head is doing him no favors.]

[glaciates]

[Well, once Kimblee gets back up, Isaac will fold his arms and try not to look as worried about Kimblee as he really is. It's not working very well.]

Enough joking around. This is serious. What happened back there, Kimblee?

[snapandscoot]

[[After a moment, Emmy does calm down. She's still smiling, but it's far more serious.]]

You had us rather concerned, Mr Kimblee. We were quite worried about you.

[[....and she's noticed that you seem a little unsteady there, okay. Allow her to scamper over and stand by your side!]]

You can lean on me if you like! I'm short, but I'm rather sturdy!

[explosivecombat]

Well! That offer is likewise appreciated, Miss Altava.

[Of course, he has entirely too much pride for that, Emmy, but thank you anyway; he'll just be going back to brushing off his coat, batting out wrinkles that may or may not even exist while he thinks.

It's not that he doesn't know what happened; it's just a matter of explaining it in a way that doesn't sound at least mildly insane.]

As for what happened, I suppose you could say that I don't do well in dark, enclosed spaces; I'd think the reason for that would be obvious, Isaac.

[glaciates]

[Dark, enclosed spaces-- Oh. Right. Prison.]

...Yeah, I guess that makes sense. You said this happened before? Why didn't you tell us?

[...Because he didn't think it was going to happen again, obviously. Isaac sighs and absently pushes that stray strand of hair back behind his ear. He won't leave it there for long, however. He's not used to having it out of his face.]

You freaked us both out, Kimblee. You're sure you're okay?

[snapandscoot]

Dark enclosed spaces? Ah, are you claustrophobic, Mr Kimblee?

[[That would explain it! Let her pat your arm, okay.]]

It's nothing to be ashamed about!

[explosivecombat]

Something very similar to that, yes. I suppose you could describe it as being overwhelmed - it's not normally a problem, but then, I'm not usually in spaces like that for days at a time.

I suppose apologies are owed for worrying you; it won't happen again.

[glaciates]

[Isaac doesn't lie. It's not something he's ever seen a need for. He's beginning to understand why people would lie to avoid hurting others though. He could tell Emmy that that's not the whole reason, but why? That would just hurt her. She doesn't need to know about what Kimblee did; if Kimblee hasn't said anything, it's hardly his place to.]

[So he'll keep quiet about it for the time being.]

You can't promise that. You didn't think it would happen again before now, right? But it did.

[He was really worried, okay, Kimblee.]

...You sure you're okay? We should probably stop for awhile anyway; we might as well get you checked out.

[snapandscoot]

Isaac is right, Mr Kimblee; there's no need to rush, Violet City will still be there in a few hours!

[[Emmy has no doubt that Mr Kimblee is alright, but she's also rather supportive of the idea of stopping! Mainly because...]]

We need to eat, anyway, and the food will do you good! I'll make you boys whatever you like!

[[Because you're both lovely gentleman who are definitely not keeping anything from her!]]

[explosivecombat]

[Oh, come now, Emmy, why would they be keeping anything from you? Surely you would handle the knowledge that you're travelling with a genocidal maniac who was imprisoned for years after blowing up his superior officers just fine!

...that said, Kimblee is honestly surprised that Isaac didn't say anything, simply because Isaac tends to be very blunt and a bit ignorant of social cues. It's a pleasant surprise, to be sure, but a surprise regardless.]

I suppose Isaac has a point, yes, even if he won't accept the reassurance that I'm not going to simply fall over and die within the next thirty seconds.

[The words are clearly more teasing than annoyed, however!]

Either way, if you're going to be cooking, then I certainly won't say no - I believe you know that rather well by now, don't you. Or is that why you offered? I must admit that it's a clever tactic on your part.