Solf J Kimblee (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
explosivecombat) wrote2012-04-19 01:07 pm
explosivecombat) wrote2012-04-19 01:07 pm
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- *action,
- *video,
- @crow hogan,
- @dr kato (hopefully not in a dress),
- @envy,
- @esteemed brigadier general roy mustang,
- @frank archer's utter lack of subtlety,
- @gorthan and his biology,
- @isaac mcdougal: non-fail junior,
- @ivan braginsky (soviet union),
- @john egbert,
- @luke triton (clive dove),
- @lust,
- @ryuunosuke uryuu's sense of cool,
- admittedly kind of asking for it,
- also dorian,
- also nagara,
- because awesome that's why,
- fuckin' technology how does it work,
- good ideas are clearly relative concepts,
- hell are you even,
- itp: we discuss god,
- kimblee is overstimulated,
- my logic is flawless,
- no sense of self-preservation,
- not slacking off for once,
- one-man army,
- pokespe tactics (don't work well here),
- sanity is so passé,
- stupidly dangerous battling tactics,
- this is really stupid,
- this skill is never going to be useful,
- tonight we're going hard,
- why we can't have nice things
011. [Video/Action for outside of Goldenrod City]
[VIDEO/ACTION]
[Today's episode of Oh God, What: Solf J Kimblee Edition is brought to you by a Pokégear that seems to have been knocked to the ground; the shot is incredibly lopsided and at least some of the action is out of view of the camera, but more than enough is visible to convey that there is what appears to be a raging battle going on between a rather high-leveled Ninetales and an unbelievably annoyed Steelix over there. The battle doesn't look like the uncontrolled flailfest that it would be if either Pokémon were rampaging or beyond a trainer's guidance, but if it's a training battle, it's a hideously uneven one - the Steelix is obviously far weaker and at a type disadvantage - and there doesn't appear to be a trainer anywhere immediately nearby.
Of course, if you still don't see said trainer after a moment of looking, it's possible that you're just not looking high enough.
Clearly, today Kimblee has decided that he isn't content to just watch battles from the sidelines, as he's currently commanding this half of the battle from on top of the Steelix. He's trained Dorian well enough to attack unprompted if necessary; right now, he's crouched down on one knee atop Nagara's head, keeping a one-handed grip on the steelsnake and holding his fedora on with the other hand.
He doesn't seem to mind that Dorian is slinging full-out fire attacks at him now, nor does he even seem aware of the heat flowing through the metal of Nagara's body on any level other than purely physical; if you can get a good look at him when Nagara is holding reasonably still, he's flinching a good amount physically and shifting his grip quite a bit, indicating that he's definitely feeling the burn through his clothes, but he doesn't seem inclined to jump down - if anything, he's laughing as the battle rages on, that long ponytail and the length of his white trenchcoat flowing out behind him, and for all intents and purposes he seems to be having a grand old time.
Granted, those who know him reasonably well probably know that the reckless behavior and manic laughter are signs that he's neither pleased nor feeling particularly sane; he's taking the failed attack against Goldenrod City as a personal insult, and he's got a lot of steam that needs to be let out as a result. As such, today's training session is horrendously harsh; as soon as he gets any sort of indication that Nagara is being weakened too badly by the flames - and he seems fairly used to the way battle feels from up here, so he can tell - he's immediately throwing down healing items so she can keep going.
At the same time, Kimblee can't keep it up forever, and really neither can his Steelix. He'll stop eventually, much to the poor thing's relief; she lowers her head to let him down, though he doesn't seem too inclined to move yet - rather, he has his eyes closed and seems to be focusing on catching his breath, and ignoring the fact that he's likely burned himself in several locations. Eventually, however, he does seem to notice that the 'Gear took a hell of a fall somewhere along the lines; he picks it up and snaps it off without checking it, promptly ending and sending the feed the thing had been been broadcasting without being too aware of what he's doing.
However tired he may be - and he does seem incredibly tired, in those brief moments he's visible up-close on the 'Gear; he's been doing damn near suicidal training all day - there's still a tight sense of energy to him, and his gaze is alive; he doesn't seem able to calm himself very well, and it's incredibly likely he'll move on to something else completely idiotic by the end of the day if he's not distracted by anything.]
[Today's episode of Oh God, What: Solf J Kimblee Edition is brought to you by a Pokégear that seems to have been knocked to the ground; the shot is incredibly lopsided and at least some of the action is out of view of the camera, but more than enough is visible to convey that there is what appears to be a raging battle going on between a rather high-leveled Ninetales and an unbelievably annoyed Steelix over there. The battle doesn't look like the uncontrolled flailfest that it would be if either Pokémon were rampaging or beyond a trainer's guidance, but if it's a training battle, it's a hideously uneven one - the Steelix is obviously far weaker and at a type disadvantage - and there doesn't appear to be a trainer anywhere immediately nearby.
Of course, if you still don't see said trainer after a moment of looking, it's possible that you're just not looking high enough.
Clearly, today Kimblee has decided that he isn't content to just watch battles from the sidelines, as he's currently commanding this half of the battle from on top of the Steelix. He's trained Dorian well enough to attack unprompted if necessary; right now, he's crouched down on one knee atop Nagara's head, keeping a one-handed grip on the steelsnake and holding his fedora on with the other hand.
He doesn't seem to mind that Dorian is slinging full-out fire attacks at him now, nor does he even seem aware of the heat flowing through the metal of Nagara's body on any level other than purely physical; if you can get a good look at him when Nagara is holding reasonably still, he's flinching a good amount physically and shifting his grip quite a bit, indicating that he's definitely feeling the burn through his clothes, but he doesn't seem inclined to jump down - if anything, he's laughing as the battle rages on, that long ponytail and the length of his white trenchcoat flowing out behind him, and for all intents and purposes he seems to be having a grand old time.
Granted, those who know him reasonably well probably know that the reckless behavior and manic laughter are signs that he's neither pleased nor feeling particularly sane; he's taking the failed attack against Goldenrod City as a personal insult, and he's got a lot of steam that needs to be let out as a result. As such, today's training session is horrendously harsh; as soon as he gets any sort of indication that Nagara is being weakened too badly by the flames - and he seems fairly used to the way battle feels from up here, so he can tell - he's immediately throwing down healing items so she can keep going.
At the same time, Kimblee can't keep it up forever, and really neither can his Steelix. He'll stop eventually, much to the poor thing's relief; she lowers her head to let him down, though he doesn't seem too inclined to move yet - rather, he has his eyes closed and seems to be focusing on catching his breath, and ignoring the fact that he's likely burned himself in several locations. Eventually, however, he does seem to notice that the 'Gear took a hell of a fall somewhere along the lines; he picks it up and snaps it off without checking it, promptly ending and sending the feed the thing had been been broadcasting without being too aware of what he's doing.
However tired he may be - and he does seem incredibly tired, in those brief moments he's visible up-close on the 'Gear; he's been doing damn near suicidal training all day - there's still a tight sense of energy to him, and his gaze is alive; he doesn't seem able to calm himself very well, and it's incredibly likely he'll move on to something else completely idiotic by the end of the day if he's not distracted by anything.]
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Well! As much as I'm sure you found that to be reckless, what with how quickly you rushed over here, I really do have to insist that it was absurdly fun; I'll have to take you up to try it with me once or twice.
I'll even be generous and not have Dorian set the Steelix on fire while we're up there.
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Yeah, sounds fun. I'd rather not be burned, thanks.
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[...teasing so hard, man.]
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[...That's entirely serious, you know. :|]
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Yes, I definitely remember that much - some things never change, hm?
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No, not really. I mean, there's no need to worry about it here.
[...Did that sound vaguely disappointed? No of course it didn't!!]
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What do you mean?
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That said, however, I'm not pleased with it, either.
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[A pause.]
I do miss it though. At first I thought it would be fine - I mean, there's no way for me to hurt anyone without you know, physically doing anything. But... I miss it.
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...yes, well. Likewise. But I suppose there isn't much to be done about it.
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No, not anymore.
[They're both dead back home, after all.]
But it's alright. Like you said, we don't need alchemy here.
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Indeed. That doesn't mean it wouldn't be nice once in a while, however.
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Yeah, I know what you mean.
[JUST IMAGINE HOW MANY LAKES HE COULD TRY TO FREEZE.
Just wait until he gets to Olivine.]But it's fine. I'm glad we're here instead of...
[...being dead.]
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[Despite his wording, it isn't exactly a question.]
You bring it up often - our fate back in Amestris. Is it still troubling you that much?
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[He hasn't been aware of that at all...]
Yeah, I guess it does.
[But that's not exactly the truth, now is it?]
...I'm not really worried about what will happen to me. I'm going to Hell as it is.
[There; that should explain it a bit better. Without explaining anything at all!]
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[...Isaac, it can't explain anything better if it doesn't explain anything in the first place.]
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Because of all the horrible things I did? Everyone who participated in the genocide in Ishval is going to hell. I certainly haven't helped my case any with all the people I killed in Central.
[He still does believe that what he did was right, but that doesn't give him a free pass for all the terrible things he's done.]
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I know better than to argue on my own behalf - should there be a hell, I'm certainly going there. But surely you don't believe that everyone who participated is destined for it?
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Of course. We all knew what we were doing was wrong, but just how many of us actually tried to stop it? We did what we had to do to survive, yeah. But that doesn't excuse our actions.