Solf J Kimblee (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
explosivecombat) wrote2014-05-29 07:34 pm
explosivecombat) wrote2014-05-29 07:34 pm
Entry tags:
- !fourth wall,
- !ic,
- **doublepost: also kimbley,
- *action,
- admittedly kind of asking for it,
- archer's gonna kill him,
- because awesome that's why,
- because game mechanics,
- being you guys is suffering,
- clearly i have become meguca,
- come at me bro,
- everything's exploding and nothing hurts,
- good ideas are clearly relative concepts,
- how edgy of you,
- kimblee is overstimulated,
- look at your life; look at your choices,
- my social skills are flawless,
- my spinal cord is totally dancing rn,
- no kill like overkill,
- no sense of self-preservation,
- really damn awful noises,
- sanity is so passé,
- slacking off like hell,
- this is gonna suck,
- this is really stupid,
- this skill is never going to be useful,
- took a level in exploding things,
- why we can't have nice things
03x. [Action - Fourth Wall Event]
[A. Olivine City, outdoors.]
[Well, while usually at this point in the festivities the hills would be alive with the sound of shit gratuitously blowing up, it seems that Kimblee has found something else with which to occupy his time.
An...obnoxious, mulleted, poorly-dressed something.
The guy admittedly looks a fair amount like him in the face, except the eyes are decidedly wrong and he looks younger by a good amount; he's wearing a really poorly-fitting Amestrian military uniform, and judging by the way he that generally appears to give so few fucks that it ought to be criminal he doesn't seem too wigged out by suddenly being somewhere he's not supposed to be.
It seems he's done this before.
Of course, Kimblee himself has standing orders to kill this guy should the opportunity arise, and he fully plans on acting on those as soon as he's done doing...whatever it is they're doing outside of this café on this lovely Thursday afternoon; granted, he doesn't seem like he's in too much of a hurry to do it right now, especially since they have exactly one knife between the two of them and the moron with the mullet currently has possession of it. Kimblee currently has his left hand splayed out on the table, watching whatever this other guy is doing with it; he looks like he's stabbing something over and over again.
Upon closer inspection, it seems that knife is darting in and out from between Kimblee's fingers; it seems that they have an obscenely fast two-player version of the Knife Game going, and Kimblee seems way too fascinated by a game including the prospect of this guy possibly missing and stabbing him in the hand, and when the guy he's with finishes off the round he simply passes the knife across the table and sets his own left hand down, splaying his fingers out to let Kimblee have a go.
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why we don't allow weapons in Route. Idiots bond over them.]
[B. Just about anywhere.]
[...of course, that isn't going to last long, and for the rest of the weekend the hills are going to be alive with the sound of shit gratuitously blowing up. But hey, this time they're blowing up to the general tune of science.
It seems Kimblee has found a few errant shards of crystal; upon discovering that they do...well, a lot of nothing to actually power his alchemy up (because you never know), he's doing the next logical thing and infusing them with energy just to see what's going to happen.
The crystals absorb that odd blue energy from his hand easily enough; it's what happens next that's a bit alarming - at a distance it looks like they just sit there for a while, but at a bit closer range it's obvious that that energy is just bouncing around inside the gem, becoming more and more volatile the longer it's allowed to do so, and beyond a certain point...well, it's hard to say because Kimblee promptly throws it with great force, and as soon as it's gone it explodes in all its magnificent crystal-shrapnel glory.
...He's got a couple of small cuts on his face from when he threw one of those shards straight up; needless to say, he's not doing that anymore, though he doesn't seem to mind the blood. We throw outwards, not up, clearly.]
[OOC: The idiot in question in scenario A is Kimblee's 2003 counterpart, who's sort of a hot mess; if you want to yell at one of them in particular, specify which and the mulleted wonder will be replying fromalchemicals.
Otherwise, the second scenario can be literally wherever you want him - happy fourth-wall, everyone!]
[Well, while usually at this point in the festivities the hills would be alive with the sound of shit gratuitously blowing up, it seems that Kimblee has found something else with which to occupy his time.
An...obnoxious, mulleted, poorly-dressed something.
The guy admittedly looks a fair amount like him in the face, except the eyes are decidedly wrong and he looks younger by a good amount; he's wearing a really poorly-fitting Amestrian military uniform, and judging by the way he that generally appears to give so few fucks that it ought to be criminal he doesn't seem too wigged out by suddenly being somewhere he's not supposed to be.
It seems he's done this before.
Of course, Kimblee himself has standing orders to kill this guy should the opportunity arise, and he fully plans on acting on those as soon as he's done doing...whatever it is they're doing outside of this café on this lovely Thursday afternoon; granted, he doesn't seem like he's in too much of a hurry to do it right now, especially since they have exactly one knife between the two of them and the moron with the mullet currently has possession of it. Kimblee currently has his left hand splayed out on the table, watching whatever this other guy is doing with it; he looks like he's stabbing something over and over again.
Upon closer inspection, it seems that knife is darting in and out from between Kimblee's fingers; it seems that they have an obscenely fast two-player version of the Knife Game going, and Kimblee seems way too fascinated by a game including the prospect of this guy possibly missing and stabbing him in the hand, and when the guy he's with finishes off the round he simply passes the knife across the table and sets his own left hand down, splaying his fingers out to let Kimblee have a go.
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why we don't allow weapons in Route. Idiots bond over them.]
[B. Just about anywhere.]
[...of course, that isn't going to last long, and for the rest of the weekend the hills are going to be alive with the sound of shit gratuitously blowing up. But hey, this time they're blowing up to the general tune of science.
It seems Kimblee has found a few errant shards of crystal; upon discovering that they do...well, a lot of nothing to actually power his alchemy up (because you never know), he's doing the next logical thing and infusing them with energy just to see what's going to happen.
The crystals absorb that odd blue energy from his hand easily enough; it's what happens next that's a bit alarming - at a distance it looks like they just sit there for a while, but at a bit closer range it's obvious that that energy is just bouncing around inside the gem, becoming more and more volatile the longer it's allowed to do so, and beyond a certain point...well, it's hard to say because Kimblee promptly throws it with great force, and as soon as it's gone it explodes in all its magnificent crystal-shrapnel glory.
...He's got a couple of small cuts on his face from when he threw one of those shards straight up; needless to say, he's not doing that anymore, though he doesn't seem to mind the blood. We throw outwards, not up, clearly.]
[OOC: The idiot in question in scenario A is Kimblee's 2003 counterpart, who's sort of a hot mess; if you want to yell at one of them in particular, specify which and the mulleted wonder will be replying from
alchemicals.Otherwise, the second scenario can be literally wherever you want him - happy fourth-wall, everyone!]
OH MY GOD YOU DIDN'T
...Well, well. It's been quite some time, hasn't it.
[I mean with his luck it's only been like ten minutes for you, but.]
REPORTING FOR DUTY TO HELP YOU NAVIGATE BASIC SOCIAL INTERACTIONS, SIR
Some time, sir? I...suppose it's been a little while now, yes...
[Sir he legit just saw you like five minutes ago IS SOMETHING WRONG]
I'M SO SORRY
So are you going to join us properly? I get that you're taking time out of your busy schedule to help us and all, but it's rude as hell for you to just hover around. Sit down.
no subject
...Yes, sir.
[NEVER LET IT BE SAID THAT THIS MAN HAS BEEN ERRONEOUSLY DUBBED "BRAVE".]
Right away.
[He says, retrieving a chair from one of the other tables and dragging it over obediently (and apologetically, in the case of the waitress whose trajectory he briefly disrupts in his haste).]
no subject
Now. What was it you were saying before we got sidetracked?
[...he says, as he goes back to weaving the tip of that blade between the mulleted wonder's fingers like this is a perfectly normal activity to be doing mid-conversation.]
no subject
Just that...well, this activity with the...knife...
[It's not like he thinks the major will slip or anything but damn if he isn't instinctively trying to time his words to the points when he's not slamming down the tip near anybody's fingers because that is not a time when you want to distract someone...]
...it might make some people upset, that's all.