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explosivecombat) wrote2012-05-27 11:06 pm
explosivecombat) wrote2012-05-27 11:06 pm
Entry tags:
- !fourth wall,
- !ic,
- *action,
- because awesome that's why,
- being you guys is suffering,
- clearly i have become meguca,
- come at me bro,
- everything's exploding and nothing hurts,
- good ideas are clearly relative concepts,
- he's come undone,
- i am superior,
- kimblee is overstimulated,
- kimblee will you put your gloves back on,
- like a brick to the face,
- look at your life; look at your choices,
- my spinal cord is totally dancing rn,
- no kill like overkill,
- really damn awful noises,
- sanity is so passé,
- so fucking flawless,
- stupidly dangerous battling tactics,
- the happiest day,
- this calls for a tag party,
- this is gonna suck,
- this is really stupid,
- tonight we're going hard,
- took a level in exploding things,
- transmutation circles everywhere,
- why we can't have nice things
0??. [Action / Fourth Wall event]
[It's been seven and a half months since Kimblee has arrived in Johto; seven and a half months since he's felt whatever restrictions that are on his alchemy here loosen and fall away, leaving him with sheer destructive power flowing through his body.
But today, he can feel it. Oh, can he feel it.
Today he's out on one of the routes, training. That isn't anything new.
What is new is the way the route has been ripped up, large swaths cut through it; Kimblee is standing somewhere among all of the destruction, his breathing jagged. Those 'fortunate' enough to see what he's doing will get a glimpse of dark red energy flickering between his palms, sharp and crackling like some sort of demonic lightning storm in miniature, before he drops down and forces the energy from his body, chaining together a series of explosive reactions that detonate somewhere deep within the ground, ripping up fiery trails of destruction that rip through the earth, destroying everything in its path. The explosion chains doesn't seem to be hindered at all by obstacles in their path; rather, they seem only to be spurred on, ripping up anything in its path as fuel for another detonation.
The sound is immense, as are the shockwaves in the trail of those explosions; they don't carry on forever, but they're certainly not caused by any sort of natural phenomena.
Needless to say, Kimblee isn't training his Pokemon today...
Though he's certainly in one piece after the explosions stop, Kimblee doesn't seem to be all right, exactly; he seems to be having huge amounts of difficulty controlling himself, shrieking and shaking with laughter, to the point that he looks damn near about to fall over. If one didn't know any better, they'd likely think he was intoxicated; however...]
This sound...the power...! It's truly been too long!
[Another burst of laughter rips out of him.]
After all this time...I still...
[...oh boy.]
I love this!
[...Kimblee, please...]
But today, he can feel it. Oh, can he feel it.
Today he's out on one of the routes, training. That isn't anything new.
What is new is the way the route has been ripped up, large swaths cut through it; Kimblee is standing somewhere among all of the destruction, his breathing jagged. Those 'fortunate' enough to see what he's doing will get a glimpse of dark red energy flickering between his palms, sharp and crackling like some sort of demonic lightning storm in miniature, before he drops down and forces the energy from his body, chaining together a series of explosive reactions that detonate somewhere deep within the ground, ripping up fiery trails of destruction that rip through the earth, destroying everything in its path. The explosion chains doesn't seem to be hindered at all by obstacles in their path; rather, they seem only to be spurred on, ripping up anything in its path as fuel for another detonation.
The sound is immense, as are the shockwaves in the trail of those explosions; they don't carry on forever, but they're certainly not caused by any sort of natural phenomena.
Needless to say, Kimblee isn't training his Pokemon today...
Though he's certainly in one piece after the explosions stop, Kimblee doesn't seem to be all right, exactly; he seems to be having huge amounts of difficulty controlling himself, shrieking and shaking with laughter, to the point that he looks damn near about to fall over. If one didn't know any better, they'd likely think he was intoxicated; however...]
This sound...the power...! It's truly been too long!
[Another burst of laughter rips out of him.]
After all this time...I still...
[...oh boy.]
I love this!
[...Kimblee, please...]
8D I love you too~. Best timing for this reunion, yes~! | 1/2
[Why is she telling him that? Who knows. It's not even his business, but since he happened to say that... Whatever.]
[Oh, so you're not even sorry about it, Mr. Sunshine? Well, she's not even sure if she expected you to be sorry about it. Maybe he shouldn't take it so personally that she fooled him twice in Briggs, but of course Winry's never going to admit it in front of Kimblee.
Maybe I'm not taking it personally and maybe I'm just wondering if you do that all the time... That wasn't a question.
[At least she doesn't want to hear his answer to that.]
But oh geez Amestris' military with their "do it at all costs" rules.
[Now she's more like mumbling that to herself.
And she can see those fists, Kimblee, and the sound of his voice is pretty alarming too... Johto, why is she here right now? She was supposed to stay on VIDEO distance from these dangerous men...]
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WHAT?!
What did he just say?
Oh.]
Why?
[The feeling's not mutual, by the way, if you consider everything that happened back home.]
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But still.]
I suppose it's good to know that no harm has befallen you.
Well. No further harm, anyway.
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Is that so? Didn't expect to hear that from someone who tried to blow a mine up just to catch us and then tried to blow Ed up when he came to stop you.
[Hello Johto and information you can get here if you happen to see not-boyfriend's jacket...]
But of course you did it all just for the elimination of the fugitive at all costs.
[The not so charming as ever Winry is still not impressed. Not that she ever will be impressed by the whole Baschool stuff.]
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Again, Miss Rockbell, that was work, nothing more. If you would like to believe that I have some sort of personal vendetta against you, you're mistaken, but you're more than welcome to be wrong if you so insist on it.