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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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[terminarcher]

[Oh you douche, that's just going to make him go even redder (if possible) and sulk even more (which is always possible).]

Oh shut up.

[But that doesn't have nearly as much bite to it, maybe because he's kind of pleased. Endearing is good, right? Endearing is very good!]

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[...yes, Archer, endearing is very good.

As it stands, however, Kimblee finally moves to join him on the bed, keeping to Archer's right side; he doesn't stop with that hair-playing, though, continuing to tousle it lightly between his fingers.]

You know as well as I do that you don't want me to.

[terminarcher]

[Archer makes a sound that's somewhere between distressed and frustrated at that. Yes, that's true, but that doesn't mean Kimblee has to point it out!]

Are you forgetting I'm half-gun now?

[It's said in an incredibly sulky tone that implies Archer knows it isn't a valid threat at all.]

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Bringing that out, are we? What are you going to do to me, then?

[His tone is so flippant it hurts, good lord.]

[terminarcher]

[The sound he makes at that is definitely frustrated, but he concedes the point quickly enough, leaning into that hair-playing instead.]

You're so mean.

[The sulky tone hasn't left at all, but that's at least teasing too.]

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You like me like that.

[terminarcher]

[Well that causes the blush to rise again.]

I do not.

[SO EMBARRASSED UGH WHY DO YOU DO THESE THINGS, KIMBLEE]

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[...okay, now this is just getting amusing.]

Well, what would you prefer, hm?

[terminarcher]

I'd like it if you would shut up.

[UGH UGH UGH]

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Ah, but we've established that you don't want that, haven't we?

[terminarcher]

[FRUSTRATED FURBY NOISE

THAT'S ALL YOU'RE GETTING

ASSHOLE]

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[...thank god he's able to bite back the question of whether he broke something, because that was his first thought and it likely wouldn't go over well but holy shit, how do you get automail to even articulate that noise

you are like

thinking

in angry furby sounds

...that's hilarious sorry]

Oh, come now, there's no need for that.

[terminarcher]

[Yes, yes he is. You have reduced his brain to furby noises. Thank you very much, Kimblee, he needed that.]

You can quit teasing me any time now.

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All right, all right.

If you insist.

[terminarcher]

Good.

[Now maybe he can stop dying of tsun and blushdesu. Probably not, but he can try!!]

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[Well, at least he won't try to kill you with tsun at this point, though he will keep playing with your hair for a bit, if you don't mind.]

...It's good to talk to you like this again, you know.

[terminarcher]

What do you mean? We never stopped talking like this, did we?

[Are there more holes in his memory?]

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Things have been a bit difficult lately; they were like that before we both left in March.

It's been improving, but it's still a bit awkward. Not quite like this, anyway.

[terminarcher]

Ah. It's a shame; I really do like this.

[...]

Even if you do tease me mercilessly.

[He hopes things can stay this way, even after this crazy weekend is over.]

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[...yes, well. He isn't entirely sure what to do with the first part of that, let's disregard it for now.]

Well, you do tend to make it easy.

[terminarcher]

[Yeah well, he'll just playfully shove you, alright. At least it's with his right arm and not his left.]

Oh shut up!

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[Thank whomever's listening for small favors.

That said, however, Kimblee is clearly amused by that, though he doesn't laugh; he does stop with that hair-playing for now, however, bracing his hands against the bed, though the gesture is more idle than anything.]

Don't fault me for telling the truth, Archer~

[terminarcher]

[And at that, Archer pouts. It's kind of amazing he's still capable of that what with the automail and the gun in his mouth.]

I don't recall giving you permission to stop.

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[Oh god, he doesn't even know about that part -

...however, speaking of teasing.]

Are you asking me to continue?

[terminarcher]

No, I'm ordering you to continue.

[At least he'll settle into a smirk then!]