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.]
[Video]
[He tips his head a bit, considering; it's a fair enough point, actually. Shifting direct loyalties toward a particular faction is something he generally doesn't do unless he's given an extremely good reason, but associations are certainly fluid. Roy's wording is skirting the issue presented by the larger picture, that of loyalty vs association - if Roy doesn't realize that, it's his oversight and Kimblee isn't going to correct him; if it's deliberate, then Kimblee will just have to see where the point he's trying to make lies, and work from there.
Either way, as-stated, he isn't going to deny it; he'll allow it for now.]
I'll grant it, although you're begging the question of what I stand to gain from this. The individual you're claiming I'm working for is notorious for...what, exactly? Attempting to take over Johto with all the subtlety of smashing one's face in with a brick?
Were I to be attempting to work toward my own goals, this association would be more detrimental than beneficial - I'd think it would be obvious for now that I prefer to not work out in the open, and besides, hostile takeovers and ruling the region aren't anything that interest me. That rules out my interest in helping him take over the region for any reason whatsoever - I have no reason to want someone so inept to succeed, not even for the sake of orchestrating his downfall later.
So what, exactly, are you claiming I stand to gain? And I would prefer not to be insulted by you insisting that my methods make sense to me and almost no one else, as that's cheap. If you're coming to me with this, I sincerely hope you've thought it through and aren't going to say I'm doing this for a reason that amounts to "Because."
[Video]
We're both state alchemists, so we both know the value of information not only for our own goals, but for conflicts. Theoretically speaking, you could have thrown your lot in because you wanted to see how the people of this world would react to such a threat. In the end, all but one of the bombs had been successfully disarmed or removed -- that means that you're up against foes who either know explosives as well as you or are just that quick at picking up skills.
Best of all, you could gather this information with minimal risk to yourself. Your name wouldn't be directly attached to the scheme, because you had no visible part in it. And if someone did find out that you associated with that man, you could dismiss it as a one-time business deal.
On the other hand, if the bombs had gone off as planned, you'd know that your opponents either didn't understand explosives or couldn't learn quickly enough to make a difference. Then you could have adjusted your methods accordingly.
There's also the potential for distraction. While that man went around making threats and getting people to focus on stopping them, that would clear a path for you and your own goals, even if you were associating with him behind the scenes. Now that you know that people are capable of stopping him, you can continue to provide him with deals out of sight of the rest of the people here without worry that he'll actually get somewhere.
And finally, there's the simple matter of pride. I remember all too well how much you took to the battlefield in Ishval. If someone managed to foil the scheme, even if you gathered information, it would have an impact on your pride -- and you'd take it out in a manner not unlike you just did.
[Video]
The first is that I already know that there are some in this world that are capable of disarming bombs and similar weapons. I'm sure you haven't forgotten what occurred in December - the incident is still commonly cited as an example of Team Rocket's recent activity. It's common knowledge. It's likewise common knowledge that the bombs that were planted during said incident were eventually disarmed; even if, theoretically speaking, all of those who disarmed the bombs on the Magnet Train had left Johto, it would be completely unreasonable to assume that no one else bothered to learn after that incident, or that none of the new arrivals were equally skilled.
So that rules out the potential for benefit as far as information goes. As for posing some sort of distraction, I'm surprised that that even crossed your mind - this incident involved explosives, as you've repeatedly pointed out. You've also pointed out that you thought of me immediately when that knowledge became clear. The association is too strong; there are far too many people here from Amestris that would be able to single me out as one of those with an affinity for explosions. It's a bit of a poor distraction if I'm immediately associated with it anyway.
So essentially, we're back where we started - the logical conclusion is that I have no reason to associate with that man. I stand to gain nothing from the association, and if anything, doing so would actually be to my detriment.
[Video]
It could also be possible that he outranks you in your organization. Then, he could have ordered you and you would have had no means to resist obeying.
[Video]
However, he recovers quickly, at least verbally; there are more pressing things to deal with in that counterargument.]
That assumes that whatever compensation he could possibly offer me would be more important than my reputation. You've already made a note of my pride; do you really think that I would allow my reputation to be tarnished by an amateur, even if it was "strictly business"?
[Video]
[Video]
[Video]
Or maybe more opportunities to entertain yourself at the populace's expense.
[Video]
...followed by the most casual shrug in the world.]
And here I'd hoped you wouldn't disappoint me by defaulting to that. My actions have never been purely for my own entertainment - I'm not one to watch the world burn simply because I happen to own a few matches. Which is precisely why I wouldn't dream of associating with the individual behind those attacks.
While I don't expect you'll believe a word I say, Mustang, I had nothing to do with the attack on this city. It's as simple as that, really.