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explosivecombat) wrote2013-06-02 05:33 pm
explosivecombat) wrote2013-06-02 05:33 pm
Entry tags:
- !fourth wall,
- !ic,
- *action,
- *text,
- because awesome that's why,
- clearly i have become meguca,
- everything's exploding and nothing hurts,
- just thought he'd ask,
- kimblee please stop helping,
- kimblee will you put your gloves back on,
- my social skills are flawless,
- my tiny violin tho,
- professor of fauxlosophy,
- really damn awful noises,
- slacking off like hell,
- surprisingly not plotting anyone's death,
- texting into the void,
- that may have been a bit insensitive,
- this skill is never going to be useful,
- today we are tranquil for once,
- took a level in exploding things,
- transmutation circles everywhere,
- why we can't have nice things
02?. [Action/Text - Fourth Wall]
[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?
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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I...n-no, nothing-everything is fine. What makes you ask?
[It's been so long that she's forgotten how easily he reads her - idiot! She can keep up the facade in front of Professor Layton for months, but she can't fool Kimblee for a night?]
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You seem a bit distressed, that's all; that aside, a few of us were sent home, and the circumstances weren't particularly good for all of us. A few, yes, but not everyone.
I just want to be sure you're all right.
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[Emmy pauses, staring out over the lake with a pained expression on her face. She can sense that she hasn't been sent here to stay for long - her connection to London just....feels stronger than last time, like the door is slightly ajar rather than closed, waiting for her to walk back through it. This could be the last time she ever sees Kimblee - does she really want his final memory of her to be....the truth?]
....I....
[It's so much easier to hold up the facade in London, when everything depends on it. But here....]
....I...I haven't been c-completely honest with you, I...
[She can feel the tears starting (how long has it been since she's cried?), so Emmy buries her face in her hands, shoulders trembling.]
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[He moves to close some of the distance between them then, running his hand lightly through her hair; he sets his other hand on her shoulder, though he pulls her closer against him after a brief, awkward moment of being unsure what else to do. He isn't pinning her there - she could easily move away if she wanted to, but he's more than willing to hold her if she wants him to.]
You can tell me whatever you like; that much hasn't changed.
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[She's surprised at how easily it comes out, despite the fact that it's her darkest secret. But Kimblee's hands feel familiar and comforting, his touch on her shoulder warm and welcomed and real...unlike that of her real boss. Something about him has always rubbed her the wrong way, but who is she to judge the man who saved her? She sniffs softly, wiping her eyes, and continues.]
I was planted as Professor Layton's assistant so I could get close to him, and stop him interfering with the plans of the group I work for. Soon we're....he's going to clash with them, and I'll be forced to...ensure he doesn't interfere.
I'm...not a very good person.
[Emmy laughs softly after that. It's an amazing feeling, getting all that off her chest. Even if she's still crying.]
Not a very good person at all.
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If you're waiting for me to agree with you, you're going to be waiting for quite a while longer, you know.
[His tone is light, as usual, though he continues playing with her hair as he speaks.]
In all the time since I've met you, you've been a lovely person; you're quite the lady, Miss Altava, regardless of what you may have done back home.
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No, I'm not. Proper ladies don't deceive wonderful people like the Professor and Luke. Frankly, I'm rather horrid.
[Wiping her tears, Emmy sighs deeply.]
You're far too much of a gentleman to associate with someone like me, Mr Kimblee. But...thank you for listening to me. I don't really have any friends like you back home.
[A pause, and another self-deprecating laugh.]
Well, not real ones. You're the first one I've had in...quite a long time.
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[The chiding is gentle, though; no harm meant.]
Really, I'd think the fact that you feel horrid about it at all is a sign that you're not as terrible as you're claiming. Some wouldn't give such things a second thought.
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[Emmy sighs again, crossing her arms.]
No, that doesn't work - I'm still doing it, so I don't have any excuses. I feel bad but I know my uncle wouldn't lie to me.
[...would he?
Furiously forcing that thought out of her head, Emmy looks up at Kimblee and smiles.]
Lake of Rage is our favourite location for confessions, I suppose. I can try and think of a more pleasant one, if you like?
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Whatever you would like to tell me, Miss Altava; I certainly wouldn't mind.
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...
...quaint.]
...I...well...
...
...you do my make-up better than I ever could, for one thing.
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so quaint he's gonna die]
Ah, you flatter me! I do rather appreciate the compliment, but I really must insist that the beauty of the wearer contributed quite a bit to the effect.
1/2
!
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[...
...
...
/blush]
You're just....really good at make-up! Fantastic, even!
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I do what I can; besides, of course I wanted to do well - it's not often that I have such a lovely lady to apply it to.
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Mr Kimblee...
[...she has missed you so much, you...sod. Even if you do like to make her blush far too much.]
You're...far too good to me.
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...Well, he's missed both you and the rather amusing game of trying to see just how much he can make you puff before you involuntarily deflate, but the sentiment is the same.]
I offer what I think you deserve.
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[Hmph!! End of story!! No more!!
....
please no more though she can't handle any more]
You confess something, now! I've had enough!
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Had timing with Isaac not been what it was, I might have considered asking if you'd be interested in a relationship.
Does that count?
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...well. That was certainly unexpected (and a bit more serious than make-up). Emmy blinks in surprise for a moment, her previous flustered mood disappearing - but only for a moment.]
...ah...
[All of a sudden, her boots are fascinating, not to mention making her cheeks go even redder than before.]
...well, if we're playing the confession game, then...
[...really, really fascinating.]
...I...would have said yes, without hesitation.
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[And from the sound of his voice, it is.]
Even if that sort of thing would mean that I would have to ward off strange masked men from tricking you into waltzing with them from time to time.
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Well, I've had quite enough of strange masked men for a while, so you wouldn't have to worry.
[A pause - Emmy gently bites her lip, eyes downcast.]
...he's....is he...back here?
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...Not to my knowledge, no. If he is, he's only just arrived this weekend, much like several of the others here.
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She settles on cautiously disappointed, despite the knowledge that she knows she'd give anything for the chance to speak to him again. The way they used to.
It's a hard pill to swallow.]
...that's a shame, since....well, all my memories have returned now that I'm back, and...
[.....]
...it's rather obvious he likewise remembered nothing - I'll put it that way.
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You've mentioned before that you're...ah, not on the same side, exactly. I take it that that hasn't changed.
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