Solf J Kimblee (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
explosivecombat) wrote2011-12-25 06:41 pm
explosivecombat) wrote2011-12-25 06:41 pm
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- *video,
- @envy,
- @frank archer's utter lack of subtlety,
- @karkat vantas' impressive profanity,
- @luke triton (clive dove),
- @lust,
- @maes hughes,
- @miss altava,
- being you guys is suffering,
- clearly i have become meguca,
- engaging in heresy,
- good ideas are clearly relative concepts,
- how edgy of you,
- just thought he'd warn you,
- look at your life; look at your choices,
- my social skills are flawless,
- my spinal cord is totally dancing rn,
- sanity is so passé,
- ten points to ego,
- that wasn't morbid at all,
- the happiest day,
- this calls for a tag party,
- this is gonna suck,
- tonight we're going hard,
- well that's needlessly sinister,
- why we can't have nice things
005. [Video]
[VIDEO]
[Good evening, Johto!
The room is a bit dim when the video feed flickers on; Kimblee seems to have set the Gear on some piece of furniture in front of him - probably a desk of some sort. The room is nondescript, the walls bare, but it's spacious enough and there's what looks like that long trenchcoat of his draped over the edge of the bed behind him, as well as the edges of those boxes that the care packages came in, almost out-of-frame but just barely visible.
The room is his, after all, he just hasn't bothered decorating the place.
His voice is calm when he speaks, his posture casual - he's leaning back in whatever chair he's sitting in (and either it's a hell of a swivel chair or he's leaning it back on two legs and balancing it like that), and his arms are folded across his chest; despite that, however, there's a definite cocky note to his voice.
Someone's pleased with what he's received for Christmas, holy shit.]
My, my - judging from the feeds today, I'm not the only one who's received gifts from an unknown benefactor. Whether this is a sign that we've been favored by this world, or whether someone simply has a strange and possibly sick sense of humor has yet to be seen.
Perhaps a bit of both.
[And when he unfolds his arms, he's playing with something; it's moving a bit too quickly between his fingers for the camera to really focus on it, but whatever it is, it's small and solid and gleams a bit when it catches the light. A crystal of some sort, perhaps, blood-red in color.
For those from his world who would know a Philsopher's Stone when you see one: yep.
However! Kimblee will just be smiling and it will be a very pleasant expression, actually.]
I should hope that you're all enjoying yourselves; it's been such a lovely season so far.
[End feed.]
[OOC: It's been a lovely season indeed. Some of his CR has received things from him, just for the sake of reference; enjoy it?]
[Good evening, Johto!
The room is a bit dim when the video feed flickers on; Kimblee seems to have set the Gear on some piece of furniture in front of him - probably a desk of some sort. The room is nondescript, the walls bare, but it's spacious enough and there's what looks like that long trenchcoat of his draped over the edge of the bed behind him, as well as the edges of those boxes that the care packages came in, almost out-of-frame but just barely visible.
The room is his, after all, he just hasn't bothered decorating the place.
His voice is calm when he speaks, his posture casual - he's leaning back in whatever chair he's sitting in (and either it's a hell of a swivel chair or he's leaning it back on two legs and balancing it like that), and his arms are folded across his chest; despite that, however, there's a definite cocky note to his voice.
Someone's pleased with what he's received for Christmas, holy shit.]
My, my - judging from the feeds today, I'm not the only one who's received gifts from an unknown benefactor. Whether this is a sign that we've been favored by this world, or whether someone simply has a strange and possibly sick sense of humor has yet to be seen.
Perhaps a bit of both.
[And when he unfolds his arms, he's playing with something; it's moving a bit too quickly between his fingers for the camera to really focus on it, but whatever it is, it's small and solid and gleams a bit when it catches the light. A crystal of some sort, perhaps, blood-red in color.
For those from his world who would know a Philsopher's Stone when you see one: yep.
However! Kimblee will just be smiling and it will be a very pleasant expression, actually.]
I should hope that you're all enjoying yourselves; it's been such a lovely season so far.
[End feed.]
[OOC: It's been a lovely season indeed. Some of his CR has received things from him, just for the sake of reference; enjoy it?]
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Of course I do. If this proves to be a waste of time, my chimeras will be strong enough to beat the answer out of anyone who may know how to return home.
[That's equal parts sarcastic and genuine; he's entirely serious about that, though.]
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[His tone is entirely indicative of the fact that he does.]
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[He'll just trail off there, though. It sounds like Kimblee has some sort of idea!]
...Have you discovered something?
[Deets, Kimblee.]
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The shorter version is this: I think you're on the right track with the Gym Leaders, given that they hand out the badges that will allow us to face the Elite Four and presumably return home. But take that one step further for a moment - let's assume for a moment that acknowledgement of your victory from the Elite Four isn't some sort of prerequisite for whomever is keeping us here to allow us to leave, as there's no verification of that one way or another. All we know, as far as these rumors go, that if we defeat the Elite Four, we can leave.
Isn't it possible that the Elite Four themselves are the ones keeping us here? They're supposedly the most powerful trainers in the region; control over these chimeras means control over Johto. We don't know what sort of powers all these chimeras actually possess, either.
I have reason to believe that interrogating the Gym Leaders would be a waste of time; we should be focusing on the Elite Four directly. Find them, find a way out. Simple as.
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[That's a brilliant conclusion! Excellent work, detective Kimblee!]
[Well, aside from wondering how he didn't put these pieces together and come to the same conclusion, Archer will just nod slightly at that.]
That's certainly a logical assumption. I doubt it would be possible to skip past the Gym Leaders and go after the Elite Four; at the very least their chimeras would be far too powerful, though it's entirely possible that the Badges are required in order to even battle the Elite Four.
[This is perfect; now he actually has a goal in mind!]
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Oh, I don't doubt that - I just think that if you're going to be focusing on interrogating anyone, it shouldn't be the Gym Leaders, save for information on how to reach this Elite Four. Have you heard anything regarding where they're actually located?
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No, I haven't. Considering that the train runs into the Kanto region, I thought they might be located there. Do you have any information on that?
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He's not willing to discuss things with me for obvious reasons, and I'd imagine he's not too fond of you either. Fortunately, I've been in contact with someone who might be able to get some information for me; if Mustang knows, we'll know soon enough.
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[The sarcasm is running thick today! Kimblee's statement there will silence him for a moment while he thinks about it.]
...So I take it you're in contact with Hughes, then.
[Well, who else could it be? Mustang's only real friend here is Hughes - and it makes sense, Hughes wouldn't know just how terrible Kimblee really is.
Shut up, Hughes totally didn't know him in Ishbal, that's ridiculous. He wasn't even there! ...What do you mean different worlds?]no subject
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[Wait, what when did this happen?]
When was this?
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[The playing he's doing with that Stone is becoming decidedly more pronounced; good memories from Ishval.]
Of course, I gave him some information as soon as he arrived, and I've been arguing on Hughes' behalf when Mustang confronted me about doing that; the result is that he's rather aware of my reputation, but he seems to trust me enough to share theories with me now and again.
[So much smiling, Archer.]
He likes to think we're friends.
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...That poor man.
[Sarcasm aside though...]
That will backfire on him horribly one of these days. Until then, it's best to get all the information you can out of him. Perhaps it wasn't the same in your world, but in mine he was head of the Investigations department. He is a rather bright man beneath that facade.
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[...oh, about that.]
He also showed me a drawing of your friend "Victor" - the one who told you about the six-chimera limit? As it turns out, I know him rather well.
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[That's obviously sarcastic. Obviously they wouldn't want to share information like that-- wait a minute.]
"Their" presence? I thought the Fuhrer was the only one here?
[However, that comment seems to be related - hopefully Kimblee hasn't just decided to go off on a tangent here.]
...So he is one of them. Which one?
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There are a few others that I've seen on the network; I've been in contact with one of them, but there are at least two more that I haven't made contact with - nor do I intend to, as they aren't relevant to my work.
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[That said, Archer is unfamiliar with Ishbal-- Ishval outside of what he's heard from within the military. The war was started in self-defense, wasn't it? Of course not, Bradley was in charge at the time, it makes sense that it would be a premeditated attack...]
[Anyway, that's not the issue here, nor does Archer seem inclined to dwell on it for very long.]
Indeed? I must have missed them, then. I haven't seen any of the ones I'm familiar with here.
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...as for Pride, he's here as well.
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[Not... the Pride you're talking about at all though...]
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...ah, the Fuhrer. I don't know if you recall, but we had a conversation a while back, shortly after my arrival - I don't know if this version of the Fuhrer is yours or mine, but if he's mine, then he's not Pride; he's Wrath.
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[...Wait...]
Then who is Pride?
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[No, but deets, Kimblee!]
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[Are you suggesting someone within the Fuhrer's family is a Homunculus? ...Well, obviously yes, that is what you're suggesting. But who...?]
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