explosivecombat | 001. [video/action for Route 43]

001. [video/action for Route 43]

[There had been some definite toying around on this particular connection today, the screen flickering off and on as the PGC's functions were flipped from video to voice to text and back - anyone with a reasonably quick eye may have caught glimpses of amber eyes and long black hair, and perhaps sharp features holding an expression that seemed more amused than anything else. However, Kimblee has never really been interested in wasting too much time with playthings; the PGC hasn't been completely abandoned, as there are occasional sounds that indicate that someone is still in the area - footsteps once in a while, followed by odd scratching sounds and the like - but Kimblee himself is nowhere to be seen.

...probably because he's left the thing on in Voice mode before wandering away from it. The technology is a bit beyond him, and apparently he hasn't quite figured out how to turn it off.]

...try this again, shall we?

[Either Kimblee is muttering to himself or his conversational partner is exceedingly boring, as there's no response; either way, there's a bit of odd rustling, like fabric being shifted a bit, before a sharp snap - someone clapping their hands together, perhaps.

A brief pause. Another clapping sound.

Sigh.]

No...no, of course not.

[A few moments pass before there's a bit of a clatter - clearly he's decided the PGC is worth another shot, as he's back to fiddling with it, humming lightly to himself as the screen suddenly flickers to life.

Good afternoon! This would be Kimblee. And just barely visible on the ledge behind him would be several circles etched into it, with various designs scrawled into them.

For those who are familiar with transmutation circles, it seems he's been making an...attempt at alchemy. A very, uh, persistent attempt. Given that the clapping implies he was just trying to blow the thing up, apparently he just really doesn't like that ledge.]

Well, it seems that even with four functioning limbs you can't vault over them properly, and the chimera I've been given is useless in terms of destroying them. Either these ledges are defying all logic, or there's some other force at work. Dare I ask?

[Because as polite as his tone is...no, really, those ledges are just unfair.]

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Hardly. To be blunt, I'm currently trying to figure out why Pride would have need of a secretary, to say nothing of why no one would comment on you capturing the Fuhrer.

Well he would need a secretary because--

[Wait. What.]

...No, Wrath... is the child. The Fuhrer is Pride.

[What... is this...]

Believe me, Fuhrer King Bradley is Wrath. Pride's physical body is that of a child, I've worked closely enough with him to know.

No, that's not right... [Oh right, the different worlds.]

...Well, in my world, Wrath is the child and Fuhrer Bradley is Pride.

...are you done asserting yourself? Fine, then. In your world, was Wrath some...random child, then, or was he anyone in particular?

[No and he won't be for quite some time!]

I believe he had some sort of connection to the Elrics; their teacher invaded South Headquarters to take the child. Why?

Their teacher...? [...huh.] Well, that's certainly interesting.

[No, he is not giving you any more information than is absolutely necessary, thank you.]

You made it sound as though the Pride in your world is someone specific.

[Come on, Kimblee, work with him here.]

He is, though I don't see why that's at all relevant to you.

[We are not irritated with you at all! Really!

...what the hell is wrong with you, you arrogant piece of wharrgarbl]

Kimbley...

[He's used to dealing with a Kimbley doing this! Oh but you're not that one. Hmm.]

It's relevant because there are other people from our world. It's entirely possible that he could show up here. Besides, I'm curious.

[Completely missing that irritation because what is social.]

[Well, that and he's just decent at not showing near-strangers exactly how badly he wants to rip their heads off.]

I don't believe in charity, mind you - and the world tends to reward those who do their own investigations.

...Very well, I'll look into it myself.

[He could probably get more information out of Mustang. What the hell, Kimbley?]

What will you do now?

[He pauses for a moment, giving Archer a bit of an odd look before smirking again.]

Again, I don't see why that's at all relevant to you.

Must I spell it out for you? [Alright, alright, fine.] We have no idea what this world is or how to get home. Working together would ensure we could get the information quickly. Since these chimeras are our only means of protection here, it's important that we obtain strong ones. I doubt yours can handle very much right now, and neither can mine. Teaming up can only benefit us.

[Speaking of chimeras, where is his little idiot - ...ah. Right, of course, where he left it, still staring at that ledge like it's going to break it down through sheer willpower alone.]

What do you have, exactly? I would hope a different species entirely; 'incompetent' is an understatement for that one.

[...What is that thing anyway...? What is it fused with? What can it do?]

Ah, well. I have a rather useless... [Alright, let's just, let this stupid thing out of the capsule - there we go! Have a Zubat screeching at you. Archer smacks it (not hard enough to really hurt) and the bat goes quiet.] ...Bat.

[Oh, lovely, that's just lovely! Two and a half feet of bat with fangs on the business end! Kimblee's hand shifts upward a bit, playing with his collar absently while he studies the thing before he seems to catch himself, lowering it back to his side.]

Is it capable of doing anything besides, presumably, latching onto things?

[Archer notices the movement from the corner of his eye, but it doesn't strike him as being strange. He was freaked out by this thing the first time he saw it too.]

It can confuse other chimeras which is very useful. Unfortunately it can't do very much damage, which is why I've had such a difficult time training it.

[The bat seems perfectly content to perch on Archer's shoulder and grin like a derp. Archer sighs and shoos it off, it looks like he's done this several times already.]

[...hm. A fair sight more useful than his own, whether it can do much damage or not - Kimblee does have to admit that much.]

Perhaps we can assist one another, then, as a temporary arrangement.

At least until our chimeras are capable of actually doing something useful.

[Congratulations, you have obtained one (1) barnacle!]

That would be the gist of it, yes.

[ASK HIM HOW THRILLED HE IS.]

[HOW THRILLED ARE YOU, KIMBLEY?]

Good. I suppose we'd better get started. What does that chimera... do? [It doesn't look like it can do anything...]

[...about as thrilled as that expression of yours looks up there, really.

Either way, he glances over at that chimera of his; still having a glaring contest with that ledge, are you?]

Ah, let me...

[The noise he makes at the thing is sharp, authoritative, though it's definitely not a word; just a vocalized non-syllable he's been using to get the thing's attention. It makes a loud noise in response - part buzzing, part static, entirely really damn awful - before zooming over and stopping front and center, looking up at Kimblee eagerly. Happily.

Stupidly.

Kimblee sighs and picks it up; he's resigned himself to doing this once in a while when the thing just rolls over and herps at him, and at least this way it keeps the chimera from engaging in its usual pastime of rolling excitedly around Kimblee's legs.]

It seems to have a good amount of speed, and little else. Its current strategy appears to be tackling things, though I believe it should learn some sort of electrical attack eventually; it tends to...charge up, for lack of a better word, and this raises its defenses somewhat.

That appears to be all that particular move does; it gathers electrical energy and then just...sits there. I was hoping for some sort of detonation, but no luck.

Oh, so it's an Electric-type. That's convenient. [Yes, he's done his research! Come on, type match ups are about the only strategy involved in this world, naturally he'd want in on it!]

You've certainly figured out a lot about it. I suppose you've been training it somewhat? [That... is the derpiest little thing ever. It would be kind of cute if it wasn't... a little... ball.]

[It's degrading, that's what it is. He's gone from being a walking weapon of war to being made to raise this...this...what is it, some sort of sentient electrical beachball?]

There isn't much else to do other than attempt to train it. It hasn't done terribly much in terms of...anything other than what I've described, however.

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