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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!]
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These dreams you mentioned - were they about Ishval again, or...?
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[...And oh wow, this is awkward...]
The ones I remember clearly, yeah. There are a few others that... involve my alchemy. But I was here, I think. I don't really remember much about them.
[Other than that he thinks there's something really wrong with his relationship with you...? He can't remember where the hell this idea even came from though.]
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[You know, where everyone was drugged up? Because that would explain why we're having similar dreams, at least!]
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Actually, now that you mention it, it might be.
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Well, then I guess that makes it a bit easier to write off.
[We don't speak of Valentine's Day. So now we don't speak of this either! \o/]
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I can imagine it would, yes.
Where did you end up? People tend to find themselves in all sorts of bizarre locations...
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[A pause. Hang on, what the hell is the name of this place-- Oh!]
I'm in Cianwood. So yeah, I'd say this is a pretty bizarre location.
[...You know he's totally parked on that beach forever, right.]
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[8D THO!!]
There's also something called the "Safari Zone" here, but I haven't checked that out yet. It sounds like it's some kind of game where you catch Pokemon.
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[BY WHICH HE MEANS THAT HE IS DRAGGING ARCHER ON THE NEXT BOAT TO CIANWOOD]
As for the ocean, it's like that in Olivine City, as well - that's where I ended up. It's beautiful.
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Yeah? That's where the sixth Gym is, right? You've already gotten that badge?
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[...herp.]
You've nearly gotten all the Gym Badges, huh? What will you do after that?
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[What's the point? Get some more badges? Cool? Why should he bother?]
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Yeah, you're right.
[Not that he's... really sure how to go about doing that... orz]
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[Things he'd really rather not deal with again, of course.]
Thanks. I'll figure something out.
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I don't have any plans myself, you know - we're in the same situation. It's not exactly pleasant, but we'll just have to do what we can.
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[Or you know, he could just chill with you forever. :| Guess which one sounds more appealing?]
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[He has no idea when it comes to that thought of yours there. None.]
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[You really have the worst luck when it comes to clingy
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I'm rather fond of that entire area, personally. We'll have to go back sometime, you and I.
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