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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
Less personal in some ways; moreso in others. It's a bit complicated.
no subject
I take it that this spectacle will be aired like the others? The remnants at least.
[Because that seems to be something you enjoy doing Kimblee, anon or not- it's almost adorably sociopathic to him, if he's honest.]
Will your friend be helping this time, or will you be solo? I am assuming you work as a pair.
[He knows there is more than one anon, though he doesn't actually know just how many people have been riding on Kimblee and Archer's coat tails.]
If it is, then I look forward to seeing your hard work~
no subject
...well, the everything lately, lbr.]
Ah, no, this is a bit of a personal assignment; as it stands, my partner and I haven't done anything properly since Ecruteak. This latest incident in Saffron City was the work of one of my...subordinates, shall we say.
As for the broadcast...what I've done will make itself obvious soon enough, don't worry.
no subject
Brazen I know, but was wondering if your next target was both on the list and if you were willing to tell me; as I said, am looking for those on the list, but if one or more is put out of action, then they are far from worth searching for.
It narrows the list for me, and makes me more time efficient. We are both busy men, so I am sure you can understand where I come from on this.
no subject
He knows it's charming; that's why he does it. And that knowledge just lends the entire expression a general aura of creepy as a result.]
Are you concerned I'm going to take your target, Mr. Braginsky? I'm well aware that you've claimed someone from that list already, as a personal mark. Surely you don't think I'd stoop that low?
no subject
[You just have a habit of targetting women/people that are alot weaker than you. He can't say much, he's been pretty much doing the same thing.
Damn, that's a talent Kimblee- no smile looks nice on his face, which he'll prove right now.]
I have reason to believe that my target may be somewhere around here, that is all... My pardons if I have jumped to wrong conclusions.
I just dislike people taking what is mine. Nothing more.
no subject
However, he doesn't seem bothered by Ivan's expression; if anything, he's amused.]
Perfectly understandable; believe me, I'm the same way.
I don't believe in interfering in the work of others unless it's absolutely necessary; as of now, I don't see why it would be. Unless there's something I haven't been told?
[His tone is teasing; the look in his eyes is not.]
no subject
It would be... Unfortunate.
[Ivan's facial expressions filter into 'frown', 'smile' and 'SMILE HARDER, BITCH'. He find those settings work well in most situations. It's most likely he's unaware that there are other facial expressions.]
That is all there is to it. I have tracking and audio equipment I need to plant, so the trust is essential.
[Because she kind of knows he's a rocket so ahaha awkward.]
no subject
[Given that technically he has the higher ranking here and all.]
The target is, indeed, all yours.