Thriteenth Bomb || VOICE

[muertederojo]

*Kimbley awakes, late in the night of August 9th, waking up in a small sweat. He rubs at his face and shifts his legs out of bed and sits on the edge of it, trying to recall what had happened. His blue eyes narrow down at his feet, recollecting his thoughts... His eyes snap open wide, looking at his bare clean palms. Then it all came back

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[braided_icarus]

Fooled twice?

[muertederojo]

Oh I'm sorry. I meant killed twice.

[braided_icarus]

....Again?

[muertederojo]

Yes. Again.

[Filtered]

[limerenceloli]

... eh? Kimbley?

[She's surprised, to say the least. A pause, and then the hesitation is gone.]

Of course I would~! Why?

[Filtered]

[muertederojo]

Would you like to learn some alchemy?

[Blanket filter]

[limerenceloli]

[The shock and hesitation is blatantly obvious over the phone.]

... umm... sure!

[Does that man read minds or something?]

Of course, I'd love to~!

[muertederojo]

When would be the best time for you?

[best_papa_evar]

Isn't that such a shame to hear, Kimbley. You should know by now--Mayfield's too dangerous to be so reckless in.

[muertederojo]

Mayfield? Oh no. The town has be nothing but hospitable to me. Now the people here. That's another story in itself.

[best_papa_evar]

Let me reword that, then--the people of Mayfield are too dangerous to be so reckless around.