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.]
[private video]
[[....no really, you
.....Kimblee.....]]
The fault was ours both. Not just you.
[private video]
But that's neither here nor there, really. I don't protect others at detriment to myself; I've done more than enough to protect my own reputation. And besides, you seem as though you'll prove to be at least a reasonably valuable asset in the future; I wouldn't want to tarnish that potential in the eyes of the organization this early.
[private video]
[[Don't worry, he won't. Actually, his gaze will lower to your...burns, there...]]
I have to question the logic of riding upon a burning metal snake, but I won't deny the result was rather impressive.
[[u so hardcore, kimblee]]
[private video]
I can assure you that there's very sound logic behind most things I do.
Most.
[THIS ISN'T ONE OF THEM.]
[private video]
Your dedication to what is logical is truly inspiring.
......now how about you do something about those before they scar, hm?
[private video]
[...you are one of the very few people who know about that, by the way. He has no idea how that happened, other than "you somehow made crossdressing sound like a good idea."
...what with the amount of things he's already doing for you, they'll say we're in love before the end of the week, jfc.]
[private video]
AND YOU ARE LOOKING SO SCARRED ALSO YOUR TITS FELL OFF??]]
Your secret is safe with me, Kimblee.
I take it those scars were from....explosive mishaps?
[private video]
Please. I would hope you wouldn't think I'm enough of an amateur to severely damage myself with my own explosions.
[private video]
[[Apparently we're just too fucking awesome to be injured in such a STUPID way!!]]
Dare I ask for the real story behind them?
[[....
deets]]
no subject
You can ask, yes, but there's no guarantee that I'll give you an answer that you'll find satisfying.
[...well, we are professionals and I am a pain in the ass, apparently]
no subject
this one is a bit less persistent, however!]]
It's private, then? I can understand that.
We all have our secrets.
no subject
While I wouldn't say it's private, necessarily, it isn't something I share very often. Since you've already seen them, I suppose there's no harm in it; I'm just not sure how much it will interest you, or how much you're inclined to believe.
But the basic gist of it is that I specialize in some fairly unorthodox fighting methods back in Amestris; while I do work with explosives there as well, I find myself in several reasonably close combat situations. I suppose you could say I let someone get a little too close mid-battle. That's all.
[He's perfectly casual while he describes this; it's not really a thing, Kato. And really, the most you've seen is the injuries at his throat; he's honestly more bothered by the...hot mess going on beneath the suit.]