explosivecombat | 012. [Text/Action for Olivine City]

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.]

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[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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[Contrary to Kimblee's relative calm, Archer is worked up. He's spent hours pouring over notes and video - both are ruined somehow and haven't provided him any information. Three days have gone by and Archer is certain something happened; he just doesn't remember what. Several pages in one of his notebooks are ruined; the writing is smeared and mostly illegible. Then there's the video. The Gear itself isn't harmed at all, but there are literally hours of video that are nothing but solid black. No noise, no pictures, nothing. This is worse than last time.]

[So he's finally decided to take a break. He can't stay in the room any longer or risk losing what little is left of his sanity. Olivine is fascinating, if only because of the ocean. He vaguely remembers seeing it before - during those three days, of course - and for some reason he gets some sort of sense of dread. There's something in there; fish or something, he's sure. He doesn't know why it bothers him so much.]

[But he recognizes Kimblee from far enough away to pause. It's rare to see them separated ever and after all that time spent pouring over notes and video that hasn't given him anything, Archer would really like nothing more than to pester Kimblee for awhile.]

Kimblee.

[He approaches but stops short of the water; he's not interested in getting wet or attacked by whatever is in there. At least Archer has decided to ditch the military uniform today; he's wearing dark pants and a pale blue shirt, he's actually got the sleeves rolled up and the collar undone for once, the heat's obviously getting to him. He'd look relaxed to anyone who doesn't know him in the same way Kimblee does.]

Enjoying yourself?

... Do I even want to know what you are doing out there?

[He can't see all the soft, deep thoughts moving through the other man's head at the moment, especially when his back is to him. All he sees right now is most like a crazy walking out to a most likely tentacool and magikarp laden deathwish.

He'll call out one more time in warning, because while people can't die in this place, he imagine prolonged drowning wouldn't be all that much fun.]

Go any further out and will catch the undercurrent I imagine.

[She's seen more people at Olivine than usual, but she's quite happy for it. As she walks along the seashore, she comes across the odd man in the water. It's an unusual sight, given his outfit and how deep he's in. Maybe he lost something in the water...?]

Excuse me! Are you all right?

Making a try at small talk, are we?

I haven't lived outside the city since before I can really remember.

It's offered me creatures who follow my every order without question. That's the best thing that comes to mind.

You always ask the most interesting questions, Mr Kimblee.

It's offered me humanity, I guess.

[He's still not sure whether he considers that a good or bad thing. Johto has offered him a great deal more than that, really. He's overall happier here than he's ever been in his entire life--and he's not sure what exactly he thinks of that fact, either--, but not many of those are things he's very interested in sharing with Kimblee. Let's not with conversations about how friendship is magic.]

not something I was ever expecting to experience back home. And also the small army of magic chimeras, didn't have those either.

[Isaac hesitates for quite some time before responding to Kimblee's post. This place has offered him so much. He finally locks the text post and sends it.]

A second chance.

[...He really had to resist from writing "you." He figures that wouldn't go over too well. He's really not a clingy, possessive, yan boyfriend! Really!]

I haven't really been here all that long, but it's been nice. It's interesting here.

[Not that back home wasn't, but things really only started getting cool after he summoned Caster.]

There are plenty of things to see and do here! I don't have to worry about the police or anything here either. It's nice!

Maybe it's just me, but I wouldn't mind staying here for awhile longer, you know?

I have experienced a great deal of things that would be potentially very interesting if they were not far more trouble than they were worth.

My art supplies.

[[There's really nothing much else to say; at this point, Kato is almost enjoying being in Johto. Sure, the technology is ass, but the other factors...they make it worth it. Just.]]

Congratulations on your promotion.

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