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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]
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[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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Either way, Kimblee stands up, brushing wrinkles out of his coat as he does so; he's smiling a bit again.]
Have you taken any time to explore the city, by any chance? Or has it been entirely work?
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Work, of course. No, I haven't gotten a chance to explore; I take it you have?
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A bit, yes. This is where I met with Miss Farron those few weeks ago, but I didn't have any time to look around before I had to return to the base.
[You know, and deal with you being a basket case thanks to some quaint Londoners.]
So I suppose you could say that I've been curious about it for a while; I didn't realize that it was a harbor town when I was here the first time.
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No, I suppose you wouldn't have. I suppose it's convenient that we woke up here, then.
[Look at all the time they've saved on traveling! Thanks, Johto! And thank you for not separating them.]
It's a lovely town; nowhere near as large as Goldenrod but it's still civilization.
[...He's missed it, alright.]
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[He's clearly teasing, however - come on, let's go, we can talk and move at the same time.]
I can't say that I blame you any; my spine still isn't exactly pleased with me.
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[It's gotten a hell of a lot easier than it was in the beginning, but that doesn't mean he likes it.]
Don't overexert yourself, then.
[...Good job, Kimblee, you know he's going to be trying to keep you in bed for the next... ever, really.]
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[He just chooses to ignore them.]
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[Oh don't kittyface at him! That doesn't work on him and you know it!]
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I know better than to seriously injure myself; I do want to keep fighting, you know.
[And after that speech regarding his goddamn back and how well he understands that he shouldn't abuse it, we are going to be going into that lighthouse with its billion stairs! You don't mind, do you?
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[...OH GOD NO, NO NEVER MIND CAN HE LEAVE]
[A BILLION STAIRS, KIMBLEE]
[A BILLION]
[HE IS TOO OLD FOR THIS SHIT GODDAMN]
...Are you serious?
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[Fuck his liiiiife.]
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[WAIT UNTIL THE ROOF GETS INVOLVED -
but yes, he'll just be starting up those stairs, if you don't mind!]
You're more than welcome to wait down there, you know.
[...Kimblee, you are six...]
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Oh, fine. Wait up, will you?
[DON'T LEAVE HIM, DAMMIT]
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[He'll actually wait for you to catch up before starting up those stairs again! ...rather...quickly...hopefully you can keep up, um...]
This place really is beautiful, you know, I've never seen anything like it. The ocean does seem to go on forever, doesn't it, it's like they've said - yes, it really is quite lovely...
[...it's a bit hard to tell whether he's talking to himself or you, Archer, but he's...certainly talking.]
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Yes, it is, Kimblee.
[Come on, now. There's no reason to talk to yourself. That's said a bit louder than it needs to be - you sounded like you were talking to the walls again and, well. That wigs him out. You can talk to him if you feel like talking!]
I'm glad you're enjoying it, then.
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[He stops speaking for a moment; clearly, he hadn't realized he was thinking out loud.
...overstimulated tho!!!]
Of course, Archer. This place has given me many opportunities I normally wouldn't have had back in Amestris; I'm rather enjoying it, actually.
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I didn't mean the place, but yes, I understand.
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wait]
Oh? Might I ask what you're getting at, then?
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[Nothing compares to Mahogany, right?]
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To be blunt, I didn't think I would, either; as I said, however, it really is beautiful.
[He pauses for a moment; good lord, these stairs go forever.]
There's only Cianwood after this, isn't there?
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Yes, that's it. We'll have completed the badge challenge after that.
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[He pauses for a moment; this is going somewhere, it's just a bit strange to express it to someone else.]
If that's the case, then I think having somewhere to stay off-base would be ideal; spending so much time around my coworkers tends to grate on my nerves. I don't think I'll be staying in Goldenrod City.
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[They know each other well enough; if Kimblee's leaving Goldenrod, Archer's coming with him. At the same time, Kimblee isn't one to do something this drastic without asking for permission first. Archer isn't opposed to the idea, he's just curious.]
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[He pauses for a moment; he does know Archer better than to assume that he'll remain in Goldenrod while Kimblee gallivants off elsewhere, and Archer should know by now that Kimblee doesn't plan on that happening in the first place.]
If you aren't opposed, of course.
[His tone is dry, as it always is; were it addressed to anyone else, it would have been clearly intended as sarcasm.
Would have been.]
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