Solf J Kimblee (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
explosivecombat) wrote2012-05-31 07:37 am
explosivecombat) wrote2012-05-31 07:37 am
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- *action,
- *text,
- @dr kato (hopefully not in a dress),
- @envy,
- @esteemed brigadier general roy mustang,
- @frank archer's utter lack of subtlety,
- @isaac mcdougal: non-fail junior,
- @ivan braginsky (soviet union),
- @joshua kiryu,
- @kayneth archibald e-rank luck,
- @minnie mouse,
- @miss altava,
- @our future cobra commander overlord,
- @ryuunosuke uryuu's sense of cool,
- come at me bro,
- just thought he'd ask,
- kimblee will you put your gloves back on,
- my social skills are flawless,
- professor of fauxlosophy,
- slacking off like hell,
- surprisingly not plotting anyone's death,
- texting into the void,
- today we are tranquil for once
012. [Text/Action for Olivine City]
[ACTION]
[So it had happened again.
Kimblee had been keeping largely to himself since the incident - another three days gone, another batch of bizarre dreams that he normally wouldn't have been prone to involving alchemy and fighting and...Miss Rockbell, of all people - and as such, he had kept the exploring to a bare minimum. This place wasn't necessarily a pleasant one for him; he had been here before, to meet with Miss Farron - that had gone over like a lead balloon, really, and while he wasn't one to dwell on unpleasant things of that particular nature, it had put quite the damper on his mood. All in all, Olivine City was one of those places he had no intention of returning to again once he had defeated the local gym.
Of course, that had changed as soon as he saw the location of the gym, and the view that it had offered.
He had assumed the stretch of water near Goldenrod City, on Route 34, was an inlet of some sort, or perhaps a large lake; he hadn't worked out exactly what that water had been connected to, simply taking for granted that it was there. However, there's no doubt in his mind when he sees it in Olivine - it's incredibly vast, seeming to go on forever.
Amestris is a landlocked country; he had never seen the sea before.
Even if the sun is out, eighty-three degrees is hardly a good temperature for swimming, and Kimblee doesn't know how, besides; that doesn't seem to have stopped him from wandering out into the ocean, stopping when the water is about waist-deep. He at least has the common sense to not do this in the white suit - the shirt he has on is a deep crimson, high-necked with the collar pulled up over his throat; the pants are black and made of heavy, stiff fabric. Unseasonably warm, perhaps, but he doesn't seem to mind; the water is rather cold anyway.
He doesn't have his gloves on, simply allowing his hands to trail lightly through the water, just under the surface; he's been in Johto for seven months, and his hair is getting long, the ends of it sinking just below the soft crests of the waves and wicking up water, soaking his back.
He seems rather peaceful today, all things considered; tranquil, compared to the manic shrieking and loud explosions during those three days. He's alert as usual, listening for sounds of an approach despite the calm exterior; however, that doesn't mean he's opposed to company on that beach.]
[TEXT]
[A text will hit the network a few hours later; don't worry, it's actually signed this time, and he surprisingly has no intention of trolling the hell out of everyone who responds - he'll leave that to Anon for now.]
As eager as some of us are to return home, it can't be denied that this place has provided most of us with far different opportunities than we would have normally had.
Tell me your memories of this place. Good, bad, it doesn't particularly matter - tell me what it's offered you.
[OOC]
[There are now hard spoilers for the plot of the Fullmetal Alchemist manga in the thread with Envy; read at your own discretion!]
[So it had happened again.
Kimblee had been keeping largely to himself since the incident - another three days gone, another batch of bizarre dreams that he normally wouldn't have been prone to involving alchemy and fighting and...Miss Rockbell, of all people - and as such, he had kept the exploring to a bare minimum. This place wasn't necessarily a pleasant one for him; he had been here before, to meet with Miss Farron - that had gone over like a lead balloon, really, and while he wasn't one to dwell on unpleasant things of that particular nature, it had put quite the damper on his mood. All in all, Olivine City was one of those places he had no intention of returning to again once he had defeated the local gym.
Of course, that had changed as soon as he saw the location of the gym, and the view that it had offered.
He had assumed the stretch of water near Goldenrod City, on Route 34, was an inlet of some sort, or perhaps a large lake; he hadn't worked out exactly what that water had been connected to, simply taking for granted that it was there. However, there's no doubt in his mind when he sees it in Olivine - it's incredibly vast, seeming to go on forever.
Amestris is a landlocked country; he had never seen the sea before.
Even if the sun is out, eighty-three degrees is hardly a good temperature for swimming, and Kimblee doesn't know how, besides; that doesn't seem to have stopped him from wandering out into the ocean, stopping when the water is about waist-deep. He at least has the common sense to not do this in the white suit - the shirt he has on is a deep crimson, high-necked with the collar pulled up over his throat; the pants are black and made of heavy, stiff fabric. Unseasonably warm, perhaps, but he doesn't seem to mind; the water is rather cold anyway.
He doesn't have his gloves on, simply allowing his hands to trail lightly through the water, just under the surface; he's been in Johto for seven months, and his hair is getting long, the ends of it sinking just below the soft crests of the waves and wicking up water, soaking his back.
He seems rather peaceful today, all things considered; tranquil, compared to the manic shrieking and loud explosions during those three days. He's alert as usual, listening for sounds of an approach despite the calm exterior; however, that doesn't mean he's opposed to company on that beach.]
[TEXT]
[A text will hit the network a few hours later; don't worry, it's actually signed this time, and he surprisingly has no intention of trolling the hell out of everyone who responds - he'll leave that to Anon for now.]
As eager as some of us are to return home, it can't be denied that this place has provided most of us with far different opportunities than we would have normally had.
Tell me your memories of this place. Good, bad, it doesn't particularly matter - tell me what it's offered you.
[OOC]
[There are now hard spoilers for the plot of the Fullmetal Alchemist manga in the thread with Envy; read at your own discretion!]
no subject
That's a relief. I thought maybe you lost something in the water, or... well, it's been an odd week.
[Losing three days AGAIN? Even optimistic Minnie had her limits.]
Do you need a place to stay and dry up?
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He imagines Archer won't be pleased if he simply disappears for the entire day, but then, Archer has been incredibly busy lately and it doesn't seem as though that's going to change. A couple of hours at the most won't hurt.]
Ah, such a kind offer - I have somewhere temporary to stay in town, but drying off would be nice, I think. It really has been a strange few days; I definitely appreciate it.
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I have a hand-made place not too far from here. It's a free inn where anyone can stay as long as they'd like. We've got plenty of food and towels so you can take your time drying off.
[And when he's close enough, she curtsies.]
My name is Minnie Mouse. It's a pleasure to meet you.
1/2
...and then she gives him her name, and he pauses for a moment, his eyes wide; his poker face always has been terrible when he's not expecting something to come at him quite like that.]
Minnie...Mouse, was it...
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Ah, I believe you were the one responsible for that lovely broadcast after the...incident in Ecruteak, as well as the masquerade this past February. I've heard quite a bit about you!
Solf J Kimblee, by the way - it's a pleasure.
no subject
Well then, Mister Kimblee, please follow me. It's only a short walk, and well worth every step.
[So she turns, beginning to walk and lead him.]
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I look forward to it; thank you.
[He's content to follow her wherever it is that they're going; he'll be making a mental note of the location along the way.]
Do you reside here in Olivine City, then? It sounds as though you may have been here for a while.
no subject
[She gives a bit of a shrug. No big deal.]
But I do live here in Olivine. It's my permanent place to stay.
no subject
Well, it's a lovely city, the view is breathtaking - I've never seen anything quite like it. I can certainly see why you would like to stay.
no subject
[Eventually there's the makings of a large house coming up - thank you, Leon.]
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However, I imagine I'll be back again someday soon, even after my business here is complete; it would be nice to spend some time in the company of someone who knows the area.
[Ah, this looks promising; he'll certainly be making note of it, that's for certain.]
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There's certainly nothing wrong with being excited! Being in this world can offer everyone new opportunities. You should always try to enjoy yourself.
[As they approach the house, they both see a napping Charizard on the porch. He yawns, then lazily lifts his head, growling.]
Easy, Walt. This a friend. Good boy.
['Walt' blinks, yawns, and then lays his head down again.]
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...oh.
Oh, goodness, that is a very large...dragon thing.]
Quite the nice bit of security, I'd think.
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[She continues to lead him inside, where the place is fully furnished. There are some Pokemon doing chores - Azumarril cleaning windows, Lopunny doing dusting - and Minnie claps to get some of their attention.]
Could someone please get our guest a towel? And... oh.
[She looks back to Kimblee.]
Would you like anything to eat while you're here? We have a fully stocked kitchen.
no subject
Ah, no...that's quite all right. Water would be lovely, it's a bit warmer than I'm used to out there, but otherwise it's fine.
no subject
All right, you heard him.
[Lopunny begins digging through the closet for a good long towel, while Azumarril fetches a glass of water.]
Feel free to use any of our rooms, we have more than enough.