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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
Are you trying to argue the point, Archer?
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[That lineface should say more than the words, though.]
no subject
For now, Kimblee is content to remain on the stairs rather than progress any further up them; his spine is kind of thanking him for it.]
Tell me what the issue is, then.
[It isn't "Is there an issue?" Tell him what it is.]
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Well, I wasn't expecting it, for one.
[He hesitates, glancing down the stairs rather than at Kimblee.]
I'm not always sure I do enough for you. It doesn't seem entirely balanced, I suppose.
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[Awkward awkward awkward.]
Not that it really matters; you have your reasons.
[He gets the feeling that this isn't the best place to discuss this anyway.]
no subject
[Kimblee pauses for a moment after that's out there; Archer can say it doesn't matter all he wants, he knows it's going to bother him.
Normally Kimblee wouldn't care; if he's perfectly honest, he still doesn't. At the same time, it doesn't really harm him any to give Archer an answer - it isn't as though there's anyone around.]
You've taken care of me rather well, in ways that you wouldn't have to take care of just about anyone else you could spend time with. That's all.
no subject
[He tips his head a bit at that, then corrects it. It isn't something he's consciously aware of, but when worded like that... He makes decisions for Kimblee, or points him in the right direction. It's not something that he'd have to do for anyone else, but Kimblee's different. It doesn't seem like that big of a deal to him, but if that's what Kimblee's getting at, then maybe he's been underestimating just how important that is to him.]
I suppose I don't really feel that way, but you know I'll do what I can to assist you, Kimblee.
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[And with that, he tips his head just enough to indicate the final stretch of those stairs.]
Shall we, then? I hear the ocean is beautiful in the evenings.
no subject
[His expression relaxes into a smirk, maybe they'll talk about this more later. It's nice to spend time with Kimblee like this.]