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explosivecombat) wrote2015-05-31 02:40 am
explosivecombat) wrote2015-05-31 02:40 am
Entry tags:
- !fourth wall,
- !ic,
- **doublepost: also kimbley,
- *action,
- because awesome that's why,
- being you guys is suffering,
- clearly i have become meguca,
- come at me bro,
- engaging in heresy,
- everything's exploding and nothing hurts,
- he's come undone,
- hell are you even,
- how edgy of you,
- kimblee is overstimulated,
- kimblee will you put your gloves back on,
- like a brick to the face,
- my spinal cord is totally dancing rn,
- no kill like overkill,
- no sense of self-preservation,
- really damn awful noises,
- sanity is so passé,
- this is gonna suck,
- this skill is never going to be useful,
- tonight we're going hard,
- took a level in exploding things,
- transmutation circles everywhere,
- well that's needlessly sinister,
- why we can't have nice things,
- with apologies to carmen sandiego
04X. [Action/Fourth Wall.]
[A.]
[They say that time heals all wounds, and most everyone who's had any sort of serious wound can tell you that "they" are full of absolute shit; the fact that this guy's shown up with the front of his jacket ripped open and covered in blood is probably enough to say that that he totally agrees on the "absolute shit" front.
That isn't to say that he's alone, though; Kimblee remembers him (partially because Kimblee remembers everyone but mostly because it's sort of hard to forget an alternate-universe version of yourself that's so different you're absolutely certain the world made some sort of fundamental error when it spat the guy out and called him you), and he'd managed to catch his attention in an entirely reasonable, perfectly affable way when he'd seen him - ...or, well, okay, he'd caught his attention via an explosion across the way that may or may not have been very well-controlled, because he imagined the mulleted moron would like that.
But! Either way, they seem to have made nice and now they're out in the open messing with something, and whatever it is it's probably nothing good because Kimblee's actually deigning to kneel on the ground in that white suit of his, sitting back on his heels and trying to disregard how dirty he's going to be when he stands up again, but for the time being he seems more interested in whatever his counterpart's got going on in his hands. That particular "whatever" seems to be a mason jar, presumably full of water from the lake they're hanging out next to.
And it looks like the mulleted one is explaining something, and his eyes slide closed while he's talking and he's smiling in a vague, pleased sort of way, and there's a brief flash from his hands and when he tips the jar and pours the water out the grass fucking corrodes.
Ask him to do water into wine and he'll laugh it off; water into hydrochloric acid, however, is apparently entirely doable.
Kimblee just kind of stares at him, before he smiles and asks him to demonstrate again; the guy he's with shrugs and says he can do one better.
...We might not want to let him do one better. Just saying.]
[B.]
[Of course, when he's not participating in the chem lab from hell, Kimblee can be found elsewhere; it's been a good long time since he's had his alchemy back, and like hell if he's not going to actually use it. He seems agitated this time around, though, as though he's not entirely sure what he's doing with it; it's far less elegant than it usually is, more explosions for explosions' sake.
It's not good enough, for whatever reason; after a moment of deliberating following a rather hard aftershock, he brings his hands together again and the energy he's using shifts from blue to red.
The Stone he's using isn't visible, but it doesn't really need to be for it to be obvious that he's using it; the sheer destructive power of it is going to absolutely destroy the shit out of a large distance down the route.
He laughs a bit once he has, the sound strange and breathless; that's better.]
[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...welcome to the semiannual KIMBLEE SIT THE FUCK DOWN party.]
[They say that time heals all wounds, and most everyone who's had any sort of serious wound can tell you that "they" are full of absolute shit; the fact that this guy's shown up with the front of his jacket ripped open and covered in blood is probably enough to say that that he totally agrees on the "absolute shit" front.
That isn't to say that he's alone, though; Kimblee remembers him (partially because Kimblee remembers everyone but mostly because it's sort of hard to forget an alternate-universe version of yourself that's so different you're absolutely certain the world made some sort of fundamental error when it spat the guy out and called him you), and he'd managed to catch his attention in an entirely reasonable, perfectly affable way when he'd seen him - ...or, well, okay, he'd caught his attention via an explosion across the way that may or may not have been very well-controlled, because he imagined the mulleted moron would like that.
But! Either way, they seem to have made nice and now they're out in the open messing with something, and whatever it is it's probably nothing good because Kimblee's actually deigning to kneel on the ground in that white suit of his, sitting back on his heels and trying to disregard how dirty he's going to be when he stands up again, but for the time being he seems more interested in whatever his counterpart's got going on in his hands. That particular "whatever" seems to be a mason jar, presumably full of water from the lake they're hanging out next to.
And it looks like the mulleted one is explaining something, and his eyes slide closed while he's talking and he's smiling in a vague, pleased sort of way, and there's a brief flash from his hands and when he tips the jar and pours the water out the grass fucking corrodes.
Ask him to do water into wine and he'll laugh it off; water into hydrochloric acid, however, is apparently entirely doable.
Kimblee just kind of stares at him, before he smiles and asks him to demonstrate again; the guy he's with shrugs and says he can do one better.
...We might not want to let him do one better. Just saying.]
[B.]
[Of course, when he's not participating in the chem lab from hell, Kimblee can be found elsewhere; it's been a good long time since he's had his alchemy back, and like hell if he's not going to actually use it. He seems agitated this time around, though, as though he's not entirely sure what he's doing with it; it's far less elegant than it usually is, more explosions for explosions' sake.
It's not good enough, for whatever reason; after a moment of deliberating following a rather hard aftershock, he brings his hands together again and the energy he's using shifts from blue to red.
The Stone he's using isn't visible, but it doesn't really need to be for it to be obvious that he's using it; the sheer destructive power of it is going to absolutely destroy the shit out of a large distance down the route.
He laughs a bit once he has, the sound strange and breathless; that's better.]
[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...welcome to the semiannual KIMBLEE SIT THE FUCK DOWN party.]
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[That would also be creepy as hell!!]
...How long have you two been doing that?
[Archer gestures at the grass. Looks like it's time for an awkward topic change!!]
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[He shrugs.]
I'm not going to turn down a chance to show it off if I'm given one.
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[He looks pleased though; at least Kimblee (probably) wasn't bored while he was babysitting you!!]
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[HE TALKS ABOUT YOU ALL THE TIME]
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How should I know what you talk about in your spare time?
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[He's teasing, but it's not a lie.]
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[Oh my god, Archer.]
You're doing dangerous things to my ego today.
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[He'll probably get insufferable soon, but for now it's nice.]
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[He's just going to continue to fuck around with the...jar full of acid, if no one minds, because that is exactly what we want this guy fucking around with.]
I'm going to assume you've been keeping busy around here.
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I have been, yes. Things haven't been as interesting around here lately, unfortunately.
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[...Like you said earlier, insufferable.]
There's nothing stopping you from making your own fun around here, though. You really need to lighten up.
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[The idea's pretty funny though.]
It's good to see you again.
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[But seriously, Ecruteak is going first.]
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[It's fun to hate Ecruteak!!]
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[...He gets this feeling, man.]
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[It's a compliment.]
So I'm gonna guess it's almost summer this time around - either that or you guys are having weird weather this winter, it's hard to tell with this place.
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[His smirk fades a bit.]
...The next time you see me, I'll have been here for four years.
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[There are a lot of implications that come with that; he doesn't really like them, so he just...opts not to think about it too much for the time being.]
But it's still going okay, even if it's boring, right?
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Of course it will. Do you really think I'd give in to anything so easily? I can handle boredom.
[He's smirking but it's really just because he's not sure what else to do. Acting like he's in charge is Archer's default way of handling things, so it seems that he'll be falling back on that.]
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[At the very least it's teasing.]
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[Oh who is he kidding, that's totally true.]
Yes, well. I won't have an issue with that then.
[Shut up.]
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