0??. [Action / Fourth Wall event]

[explosivecombat]

[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...]

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[sculpted]

[[....Kimblee pls is a good way to sum it up, yes.

Armstrong has found himself on Kimblee's route after wandering for a while, trying to get his thoughts together. He allowed his Arcanine to walk with him for a bit, but once he heard those explosions he recalled her immediately. Bentheim, his Golem, knows Explosion. That isn't the sound of a Pokemon attack.

After Ishval, he'll never forget that sound. It's subtle, but...he knows who it is. His fists tighten, metal gauntlets clinking together softly.

He was a fool to think only he would get his alchemy back.]]

Kimblee.

[[Kimblee's back is turned, so he won't attack. He wants to win this fight with honour.

He needs to.]]

[ACTION - because I can.]

[usedwrench]

[So this must be the best timing ever to see MR. VERY NICE GENTLEMAN again, huh? Yes, except the girl knows things better this time. She saw Ed's jacket in Johto months ago, and hey, the man almost tried to blow things up when Scar "kidnapped" the girl. Sorry, you're not a good guy anymore. At least she knows that you didn't kill Ed in Briggs...

And it's not like Winry wanted to be here, wherever here is this time, but this weird weekend seems to be having fun with her. ...And was she supposed to say something? Probably. He loved those explosions and everything about them? Oh. Well that's just sick.

Okay, so time to look less shocked and more annoyed.]

So that's what you were about to do when someone kidnapped a girl, huh?

[Not impressed, not at all.]

And you're scaring all the pokemon who can hear that -- and not just the pokemon. You should stop that.

[...What do people usually say in situations like this anyway?]

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[king_of_flames]

[As Kimblee is having his fun, he might notice that a burst of flame is flying out and curling around him. He isn't burned, but the heat is still unpleasant.]

I'll give you one warning. Stop that before any innocent people get caught up in it.

[oftheland]

[...it is really easy to find the source of all this. And... well...

This person isn't subtle by any means, but Giovanni really can't help but approve.]

I think that much is obvious.