Solf J Kimblee (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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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...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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[Emmy's expression darkens considerably - she was angry before, of course, but now that she's back here with all her prior knowledge....it's a different kind of anger, fueled more by pure disappointment than righteousness.]
He...he manipulated the Professor's best friend from childhood, a man he thought was dead, into doing these terrible things, into hating all his previous friends, just for his selfish goals. I mean, I know I can't really speak considering I'm also being...manipulative, but I'd never hurt anyone!
[Well. Mooks and other assorted nasties don't count, of course.]
And I'd certainly n-never try to kill anyone, it's just....it's just plain wrong! He's so selfish! If he was here, I'd....I'd...
[Obviously unsure about just what she'd do, Emmy simply throws her hands up in the air and lets out a cry of frustration.]
He was so kind to me, Mr Kimblee! He...he asked me to....and I said yes...
[The sudden explosion of blushing should hopefully work to fill in just what Descole had asked, as Emmy declines to elaborate.]
...and now everything is ruined.