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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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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.

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

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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.

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[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~

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[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?

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No, I'm ordering you to continue.

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

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[...that actually gets a legitimately odd look, hang on.]

Ordering me...?

[He understands it's likely just a turn of phrase, he understands that, but it still strikes him strangely.

He'll continue, however, even if that odd look is still present.]

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Yes...? What's the matter?

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Oh, I didn't mean it as-- It's just a phrase, Kimblee. I didn't mean it was an actual order.

[...orz]

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[Well, at least he relaxes after that.]

I thought as much; you just don't usually word it that way, that's all.

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Well I certainly didn't mean it that way. You know I don't usually order you around.

[He could and he knows it, but he doesn't. Kimblee wouldn't be too fond of that, to state it lightly.]

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[Kimblee is quiet for a moment, though he does keep playing with Archer's hair as he thinks about it.]

I'm not opposed to taking orders, should you have any for me. That is what I'm here for, you know.

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[For a moment, he considers ordering Kimblee to stay with him, always. He seriously considers it. But ultimately he decides against it, as always.]

...I know. I don't want to give you orders that will make you resent me.

[That sounds a bit sullen, uh.]

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[Wh...]

Well, I...

[That...obviously isn't anything he'd considered, if the staring is any indication.]

What sort of orders would you consider giving me, that you think would make me resent you?

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Forcing you to stay with me.

[BRAIN-TO-MOUTH FILTER...]

Not that I would ever order you to do that, of course!

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"Forcing" me? To what extent?

[Ohhhh, no, buddy, you are explaining this.]

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Just ordering you to stay with me. That's all.

[He might have forgotten a "forever" in there somewhere...]

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...You know that isn't necessary.

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Yes, I...

[Wait.]

It isn't?

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Why would it be?

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Well, I mean... I don't want to lose you for any reason and just knowing that you could leave again, like last time...

[Guess who still hasn't gotten over that incident in February? Yes it was his fault, but he still hasn't gotten over it.]

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...that still bothers you?

[Kimblee tips his head a bit at that, clearly a bit lost.]

I'm not going to leave again. Not like that - I've sworn to you before that I won't.

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Yes, I know but the idea that I could screw up that badly again... it really bothers me. I don't want to lose you. You're really the only friend I have here.

[...Damn his lack of a brain-to-mouth filter! Not that Kimblee didn't already know that, but saying it is another matter entirely!]

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[Well, there's also a difference between knowing it and having any idea what to do with hearing it put into words like that; it's awkward, incredibly so, and for a good period of time he doesn't know what to say.

He settles on something that he won't like admitting, but it's probably a good idea to admit to anyway.]

You're the only human I can really relate to on any level, you know.