Apr 24, 2011 01:55
[[Kimblee's more than perplexed. He had been laying in wait of what would surely be something life-altering in the worst way and yet ... His eyes opened and here he is. Standing in a forested area of what could only be an island, or if not a peninsula, maybe just a beach-- then again all he has found was a beach area. This isn't Amestris, wherever it was and he hasn't had time to walk it to find out if his speculations are true.
His alchemy still has affect, that much is obvious from the small little glass marble he carries with him that he used to test the sands on the beaches where he walked along the large lake. The sand had been an easier test for an Alchemist as advanced as he, but it at least proved to himself he was still alive and not somehow dead.]]
How peculiar..
It almost smells like a chemical in the water.
[[He bends down and takes the hand, marble-less, to the water and scoops some up to sniff. He turns his head away from it and pours it back out, refusing to wipe it on his outfit. His hand wipes on a tree not far away and he narrows his eyes.]]
No matter. I can separate it if I need to-- hmm..
plot: alien survival,
zolf kimblee