00?. [Action for Goldenrod City / FOURTH WALL EVENT]

[explosivecombat]

[Normal: Kimblee is hanging out on the outskirts of town today, wandering around in the snow.

Also Normal: His current activity is centered around forced population control on groups of wild Pokémon in the area; most call it "training," the local Rattata call it "horrifying."

Still Normal, If A Bit Disconcerting: Said population control involves

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[sadisticwarfare]

[...Well this settles it; he really can't leave you alone for ten minutes without you finding some ridiculous way to terrorize the NPCs. Being Kimblee's handler is suffering.]

[It might have been a nice day otherwise. Sure, it's cold and there's snow everywhere and Archer is prone to getting sick easily, but it's not terrible. Or at least, it wasn't terrible until the loud explosions started and snow started flying everywhere.]

[Well someone certainly had all the coffee this morning. It won't take long for Archer to approach, though he will stop short once he realizes two things: One, that the Electrode isn't out, and as far as he's aware, Dorian can't explode; and two, that there's something definitely different about these explosions. It might be the fact that they're not as centralized as the Selfdestruct ones; but more likely than not it's the fact that he can get a decent look at your expression from over here, and it's nothing short of terrifying.]

...Well, I see you're having fun.

[...To understate it horribly.]

[explosivecombat]

[That was a horrible understatement indeed, Archer. Horrible. And you are most certainly not his handler, thank you very much. However, Kimblee will pause in his quest to blow up all the things, looking over at Archer and tipping his head a bit to acknowledge the man's presence; he smiles, his face flushed from both excitement and the cold, and the steady rise and fall of his chest is heavy as he catches his breath.]

Quite a bit, actually.

[sadisticwarfare]

[Oh come on, who else can be bothered to look after you? Archer shifts slightly, uncomfortable. Kimblee is using his alchemy. Kimblee is using his alchemy. And somehow or other, Archer isn't dead yet. Well, that's a good sign, at least!]

How did this happen? [He nods in to indicate the explosions, though obviously he's talking about the alchemy.] Did you simply decide to try again?

[explosivecombat]

[Implying he needs to be looked after?

Kimblee pauses for a moment before he replies, though he isn't stalling; he knows the reason, but it's a bit difficult to explain.]

This morning felt different, Archer - the flows of energy that run through this place often don't feel right to me. Today, it was like it was back in Amestris.

So with that in mind, I suppose that yes, I did simply decide to try again, but there was a definite reason why.

[sadisticwarfare]

[Well, when he ends up here blowing up all the wildlife...]

Ah, I see.

[No he doesn't, but that's alright!]

I take it you've been out here for quite some time, then.

[...How many experience points have you gained, Kimblee?]

[explosivecombat]

[He's going to gain a level soon, if this keeps up!

...no, really, he has no idea how this even works, but he would be unsurprised if it actually works like that.]

I've been here for a couple of hours, by my estimate. Did you begin to miss me already?

[sadisticwarfare]

[Maybe your speed will increase, then!]

Oh of course. I simply can't stand to be without you, Kimblee.

[It's the same sarcastic tone as usual, and Archer's already smirking when he says it. Play-flirting with Kimblee is always fun~]

I was merely wondering where you had run off to again. I suppose there's no reason to worry, unless you intend to get caught in one of those explosions.

[explosivecombat]

[...as though it's his fault he's Sassy natured?]

Oh, come now - that would be horribly anticlimactic, don't you think?

[sadisticwarfare]

[Oh of course it is! You could have been built for defense, at least!]

Naturally, but that would be a suitable end, wouldn't it?

[explosivecombat]

[He's technically built for Special Defense, or something - oh, shut up, you.

...as it stands, however, that comment of Archer's gives him pause for a moment; there are a lot of things that could be said to that, and he doesn't want to say most of them. After all, he already knows what sort of end he meets; he doesn't want to tell Archer that, however. The only person that knows about that for sure is someone who's never seen his face.]

I'm going to have to disagree with you, Archer; I've survived entirely too much to go out like that.

[sadisticwarfare]

[Oh come on, it was just a joke! There's no reason to seriously consider how you'd want to go out...! Archer doesn't interrupt Kimblee though, instead letting him muse about it.]

Yes, yes, I suppose so. Still, if you don't die in some sort of fiery explosion, I will be disappointed.

[explosivecombat]

Of course, Archer. We both know how much I hate to disappoint you.

[Hint: He gives no fucks. But as was noted before, play-flirting is fun, and he isn't opposed to playing with Archer once in a while, if he's in a good enough mood.]

[sadisticwarfare]

You've done such a good job of keeping me from suffering so far, Kimblee.

[Oh come on, he doesn't even get a half a fuck? One of these days he'll get one from you, Kimblee! ...That was play-flirting okay. That wasn't some kind of Freudian slip or anything okay.]

[explosivecombat]

[No, Archer, you are still the proud recipient of absolutely zero fucks.]

Just ensure that you continue to return the favor.

[sadisticwarfare]

[Someday, Kimblee. Someday.]

But of course. It would be rude to do otherwise, wouldn't it?

[explosivecombat]

[...nah.]

Incredibly so, and you know I won't tolerate that.