Let's light it up. [open]
Characters: Zolf J. Kimbley and open to anyone else who wants to meet infamous murderer.
Content: Kimbley goes up deck while their ship is stationary.
Setting: The Victoria II deck
Time: Late afternoon.
Warnings: It's Kimbley. And it also depends on who joins in.
He hadn't done much since joining the Victoria II. Kimbley would make use if their ship being stationary for the moment and take some time out to meet the other crew members, besides pestering Rou and the Admiral. Kimbley leaned against the rail and stared out across the land. His arrayed hands held onto a bag of sun flower seeds.
His fingers were itching to blow up something. It had been forever. Ever since he was locked up, he had only fell back to exploding small items. He missed the feeling of blood between his fingers, splattering across his shirt and the musical sounds on screams. He closed his eyes at the memories of the Ishvallian rebellion. It was all but a dream now. A dream in which he had almost every night in jail. And that stone. That magnificent stone danced in his head.
He lifted the bag of seeds to his lips and locked his teeth around the rim, holding it as he clapped his hands together. His face was highlighted with the source of alchemy at his palms, which ran from his palms to his fingertips. He lifted the bag delicately away from his teeth into his dangerous hands and he grabbed a handful of those seeds. With a quirk of his brow, he started to flick a few of them up and out over the railing, seeing them hiss and scream with a bright white light, before the exploded from their shells and rained down on any poor pedestrian walking by. Kimbley smiled at the sight of it and started to make a rhythmic motion with it, one seed exploding after another.
It was the little things that made the mad bomber sane. Then again, some people might think differently of that.
Content: Kimbley goes up deck while their ship is stationary.
Setting: The Victoria II deck
Time: Late afternoon.
Warnings: It's Kimbley. And it also depends on who joins in.
He hadn't done much since joining the Victoria II. Kimbley would make use if their ship being stationary for the moment and take some time out to meet the other crew members, besides pestering Rou and the Admiral. Kimbley leaned against the rail and stared out across the land. His arrayed hands held onto a bag of sun flower seeds.
His fingers were itching to blow up something. It had been forever. Ever since he was locked up, he had only fell back to exploding small items. He missed the feeling of blood between his fingers, splattering across his shirt and the musical sounds on screams. He closed his eyes at the memories of the Ishvallian rebellion. It was all but a dream now. A dream in which he had almost every night in jail. And that stone. That magnificent stone danced in his head.
He lifted the bag of seeds to his lips and locked his teeth around the rim, holding it as he clapped his hands together. His face was highlighted with the source of alchemy at his palms, which ran from his palms to his fingertips. He lifted the bag delicately away from his teeth into his dangerous hands and he grabbed a handful of those seeds. With a quirk of his brow, he started to flick a few of them up and out over the railing, seeing them hiss and scream with a bright white light, before the exploded from their shells and rained down on any poor pedestrian walking by. Kimbley smiled at the sight of it and started to make a rhythmic motion with it, one seed exploding after another.
It was the little things that made the mad bomber sane. Then again, some people might think differently of that.