open rp post; zolf j kimbley

[alchemicals]

CANON: FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST (2003)
DEFAULT CANON POINT: FLEXIBLE
CRAUS: SURE WHY NOT
MUSE STRENGTH: ★★★★★


just start a scene if you want one and i will play with you

you don't need to ask me for permission, i will roll with pretty much anything

the only restriction in place is that i don't smut
(trust me i can't smut for shit it would be a mess you don't want it)

otherwise everything is fair game, have a party

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Alpha Complex CRAU

[ossifragant]

[You know, falling into a completely different world twice isn't something that Greed is going to get used to anytime soon. He's had enough with weird shit, but at least he's not dead.]

How long have we been here, anyway? A couple of weeks?

[...What the hell is this city even called, anyway? Maybe Greed should actually pay attention.]

Why don't we go exploring?

[Because what everyone needs is two assholes from 1915 to get horribly lost in Los Angeles.]

[alchemicals]

[Yeah, the otherworldly shenanigans are getting kind of stupid at this point, but you know what if the alternative to "being here" is "being dead", he will take "being here." He is totally with you in not-dead solidarity, Greed.

...That said.]

You have anyplace in mind that you're wanting to find, or are we just going to wander around until we find somewhere that's to our liking?

[Are we trying to find that bar we really liked last week or are we stopping when we find the hookers, this is important.]

[ossifragant]

You have anywhere you want to be?

[Why can't they find hookers at the bar? It's the best of both worlds.]

How about that club we found the other day? I'm still trying to figure out if everyone who lives here has a horrible pun for a name or if it's just everyone we've met.

GET IN THE FUCKING VAN aka dead asshole road trip

[staunton]

[ So at some unspecified point after the ragtag bunch of assholes left Los Japangeles in a stolen van, Simon went with Greed and Yomiel to do their own thing for a while. Don't ask why because I can't think of a good reason. Of course, this means Knightley and Kimbley get to spend the afternoon FTEing each other until friendship falls out.

...Unfortunately for Knightley, Kimbley is still utter shit at chess and he's not sure why he thought it was a good idea to start a game with him. With a frustrated sigh, he opens another beer and takes a sip. ]

You had the opportunity to capture my knight but you moved a pawn again. What the hell.

[alchemicals]

[...lbr, Simon and Yomiel are probably trying to stop Greed from stealing a zeppelin or something. You guys have VHS tapes, you totally have zeppelins, right?

Sorry you're on babysitting duty, Knightley, um.]

...Is that a problem or something?

[staunton]

[ ...What did he do to deserve this?

(A lot of things, probably, because he's an awful person.) ]

You suck at chess, Mr. Kimbley. I could checkmate you with my eyes closed.

[alchemicals]

I never claimed to not suck at chess - I just said I knew how to play a little because my superior back home tried to teach me.

[...]

..."Tried."

[staunton]

Did he get a headache watching you play? I'm surprised I haven't gotten one already.

[alchemicals]

I think just about everything I did gave that guy a migraine, if you want honesty.

[...Kimbley, you really shouldn't be proud of that.]

[staunton]

...Tell me more.

[Now that sounds like an interesting story and he'd rather hear him talk about his life than play chess tbh.]

[alchemicals]

...Oh. Well, sure, I guess.

[Whatever he was expecting, it clearly wasn't that; he doesn't seem bothered at all by the topic shift, though.]

I'm supposed to be dead back home - not the way a lot of people back in the complex were supposed to be dead, but legally dead. As far as the country's concerned, I got my stupid ass killed somewhere between eight and ten years ago. The guy who became my superior officer found me recently and decided he wanted me back in the military - where I was when I supposedly got my stupid ass killed - and I took him up on it, and apparently it's a hell of a lot of work to bring someone back from the dead if you're going the bureaucratic route.

He couldn't exactly have a formerly-dead guy just kind of running around, so he had to keep me close. I guess what he heard about me through my records and what he actually got didn't really agree with each other.