Solf J Kimblee (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
explosivecombat) wrote2011-10-04 10:34 pm
explosivecombat) wrote2011-10-04 10:34 pm
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- *action,
- *video,
- @aya fujimiya,
- @danny fenton,
- @envy,
- @esteemed brigadier general roy mustang,
- @frank archer's utter lack of subtlety,
- @fullmetal,
- @john doe (shelly de killer),
- @katara,
- @lust,
- @matt engarde,
- @mihoshi kuramitsu,
- @miss rockbell,
- also aya,
- because game mechanics,
- good ideas are clearly relative concepts,
- kimblee will you put your gloves back on,
- look at your life; look at your choices,
- transmutation circles everywhere,
- voltorbs are clearly useless
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.]
...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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[Judging by his tone, he...really kind of doesn't, but...]
Well, then. Allow me to apologize for the misunderstanding - my name is Solf J. Kimblee; it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
From the sound of it, you have some understanding of exactly how this place works - or at least, how it is that I know you despite your having never met me at all; would it be possible to ask you for a brief explanation?
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This is not where she's supposed to introduce herself, too, right? The man already knows who she is after all. Oh, the "wonderful" things that come with Johto.
Winry is smiling.]
It's nice to meet you too, Mister Kimblee~! [Explain the time thing, really? But it's an insane thing and there's no logic in it!]
...Ummm. It's complicated and kind of difficult to explain but, sure I can try. Looks like this place, Johto, can bring anyone here from any time period of their life. Mister Mustang's clearly from somewhere far ahead of the brothers and me, Al was ahead of Ed until Ed went back home for a few weeks... So the time thing is just completely random.
I heard that people can also fall into a coma here. They go back home during that so called coma and when they wake up, they've been home for some time and things back there have really happened to them, so they haven't been just dreaming about those things. Just, never question time here?
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I'll be sure to keep that in mind - it seems "just don't question" is a bit of a recurring theme around here.
Although with the differences in time period in mind, I must say that it's very good to see you again - there was a bit of an...incident up north, and we lost contact immediately afterwards; I've had reason to be concerned about you. Forgive me for the sentiment, as I'm afraid it makes little sense given that you haven't gone through that particular experience yet, but I'm glad to see you in good health and good spirits.
[The words come easily; they're not entirely lies. Some truths are just more technical than others - after all, he certainly has had reason to be concerned...whether he was or not is another story. But that smile remains gentle; he doesn't shy away from eye contact with the camera.]
Where are you now, if I may ask?