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[Kimblee has just kind of accepted this sort of thing, regarding those odd weekends where, for some completely arbitrary reason, everything is beautiful and nothing hurts (assuming that no one happens to get in the way of the explosions he's usually laying down); however, this time around he hasn't seen Archer all weekend, he's been unbelievably agitated for some reason he can't work out, and about the only saving grace is that he seems to have awakened in the Lake of Rage area today.

He can't say he minds.

He's got his gloves off today, if anyone is in the immediate area through either intent or chance; surprisingly, he isn't transmuting...obviously, though what he's doing makes it rather clear that something's going on before too long - he's never been any sort of particular genius when it comes to chemistry, but he knows certain things when he sees them, and he's currently picking up rocks along the shore, appearing to assess them as he holds them before a flash of blue fires off and he throws the result into the water.

It's surprisingly easy to get a good transference going, to get sodium out of the rocks by the waterfront; of course, sodium in water is known to make one hell of a bang. Admittedly, it's not a very aesthetically pleasing bang, but he's working on it, okay.

Of course, there are some other signs in the area that his activities haven't been quite so docile (if blowing up the surface of a lake filled with terrifying sea serpents can be considered docile); there are some rather impressive swaths cut into the ground by what look like something ripping it all up from within. However, for the time being he seems pretty content to be bored, seeming to have calmed down from the earlier...fit that caused all that; he'll be having at the whole sodium thing for a while tonight.

Granted, for those not in the area, he'll be showing up over the device later - not via video, but via text, as per usual.]

I trust you've all been enjoying playing with your toys. Some of my most prized ones weren't returned to me this time around; I'm assuming this means they're still in the region somewhere.

I imagine I'll find them eventually.

However, for the time being I find that I really can't complain; the most relevant part of what I can do is functional again, and if I had to select between having my abilities with no enhancements and no abilities at all, choosing the latter to spite the former would be tantamount to solving the problem of a low doorway by cutting off my head.

Indulge me in my curiosity, however: were things like this weekend to be something controllable, something you could do at will, what would you bring here and what sort of abilities would you retain from you world - given power like this on a regular basis, what would you do with it?

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[The wording doesn't escape him, he definitely makes note of it, but it's quickly swallowed by the overwhelming sense of what.]

I'm...sorry?

[For a moment he just stares, somewhat wide-eyed, before he settles back into the usual smirking sense of calm; this is potentially interesting.]

You'll have to forgive me my surprise; it's rare that I find anyone who's even heard of my home country, much less people who have actually been there.

[kingsgreed]

[He actually met another from one the world he came from by accident? What was with his luck of only meeting people from the world he came from...]

Is that so? I keep bumping into people who've come from there or from the neighboring places.

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...Lucky you, I suppose, assuming they haven't been the more insufferable ones.

Mm, but we have let introductions fall by the wayside, haven't we? Solf J Kimblee - a pleasure.

[kingsgreed]

It depends on how you look at it.

[One of them worked for him and the other for the idiot prince. Neither of them were Greeds favorite people.]

I'm Greed.

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...Ah.

[He's quick to shrug off the first comment in favor of focusing on the name. He isn't altogether sure what to think of the fact that he's talking to...what comes down to the black sheep of the family; it says something that Greed is the only one that Kimblee's never met before, and Father never really mentioned him besides. Let's see where this goes, then.]

You could say that I've been in the employ of your siblings for quite some time now.

[kingsgreed]

Oh. I'm sorry. That must suck.

[There's really no sympathy in his voice.] You'd be better of with someone else. They're bad employees.

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[...look, he usually tries not to talk shit about his employers, but that was actually kinda funny because yeah, pretty goddamn much, and just -

...snrk.]

I'll be sure to keep that in mind; they're more than a bit difficult, to put it lightly.

[kingsgreed]

Yeah, I don't really get along with them, most of the time.

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Any particular reason why, or is it just a conflict of interest, pure and simple?

[kingsgreed]

I guess you could explain it like that. Somehow what I want and what they want have always been too different to coexist.

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I can't say that I'm surprised - their goals aren't exactly for everyone, now, are they?

[Admittedly, he doesn't seem to mind that very much.]