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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!]
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[Sniper echoes, barely able to hide how he incredulous he thought the idea was. It's more old habit than actual disbelief; he didn't come from a world where people drew fancy circles on the ground and clapped their hands together, but he is aware that there are crazier things out there than he'd originally thought.]
What, you mean like turnin' coal into gold?
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But no, we don't do that - we could, of course, but it would just be a waste of a talent. Creating gold isn't good for anything but upsetting the economy, anyway, especially since the country I came from does a fair amount of coal mining.
Again, though, there's nothing physically stopping us. Alchemy is a far broader discipline than that - it's more or less just transmuting one thing into another.
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[Oh, he might not know what Australium is. Sniper racks his brain, trying to recall what the Engineer had tried to impart onto him the last time they discussed the topic.]
L'see, Australium's this metal. S'only found in one country, an' it's the world's most powerful rock. A lot of the fancy toys, like the teleporters and Spy's disappearing watch, they're all made from it. Truckie, he called it...
[He rubs the back of his neck and frowns as he searches for the specific word.]
...a 'transformative element', that's right. S'pposed to be able to change itself into different things on its own. It's damn valuable stuff.
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[what does it sound like when it explodes.]
I don't specialize in metal, personally, though I know someone who does; if it's as valuable as you say, however, we would likely be forbidden from making that as well, for the same reason we're forbidden to transmute gold.
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What do you specialize in then? Bombs?
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It's a bit more complicated than that, but in essence, yes.
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I could probably create bullets if I felt so inclined and had the materials with which to do it; we can't create out of nothing, however.
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Do you have to use gun powder or some sort of flint? Or just any ol' rock will do fine?