12 ⊙ dream | Rising Sun, 1908

[fulmination]

<sub>[If anyone were to wander into this particular dream, they would be greeted by what appears to be a desert town. While it may have been pristine and exotic in the past, now it resembled a battlefield. Many of the buildings that once stood proud in the city were now in varying degrees of ruin, and quite a few streets left much to be desired. Not only that, but there were the bodies. If they were to explore, they'd come across a number of them--maybe it was a small handful, maybe there were dozens but regardless of the number it's obvious that there's a higher goal in mind than quashing a rebellion.

Soon enough, a relatively clear street comes into view with a small group of Ishvalans below staring up at something--no, someone. Closer inspection reveals that it's not just anyone--most Amestrians wouldn't be running around with half of their uniform off, let alone standing where a sniper could easily pick him off. At first it seems like Kimblee will walk away--surely he would what with being outnumbered, right? ...No. He's moving. Is he going to surrender? ...Not likely.]</sub>

A soldier--?

A transmutation circle... A State Alchemist?!"

<sub>[Bingo.

There's a glint of red in the sunlight as he places something between his teeth, then he's clapping his hands together to create a brilliant crackle of red light that trails down the side of the building and into the streets beneath their feet.




And then everything explodes with a deafening roar. Rubble flies and smoke billows out between the buildings and... Oh dear. All of that just with one shot.

It's silent for a few seconds, and then a maddening shriek comes from Kimblee as he dissolves into laughter, his arms outstretched before the ruined street.]</sub>

WONDERFUL! It's magnificent! This Philosopher's Stone--! <sub>[Kimblee no what are you

Kimblee. Kimblee don't flop down on your back.

Kimblee. Get up.

Stop cackling like a madman where someone can easily see you. Stop it.


...Then Kimblee jerks out of his sleep far too soon for his liking.. He makes a small hum as he turns over to stare up at the ceiling with a bit of a disappointed look. It always ends just as things start to get good.]





[ooc; just mark in the subject line if it's dream interaction or after he's awake!]</sub>

Comments

yup. whoops.

[halfhearted]

It is a dream. Maybe I can grow wings or something.

[Or summon a bunch of keyblades to surf. How fun would that be?

And he'll tilt his head for a bit.] I'm not worried about getting hurt.

[Just ignore what that could imply. Vanitas will follow after and then pause at the question. Hey! Vanitas and leaping down from impossibly high places was a canon ship, man.]

I wouldn't want to hurt your back. [:D

And he will hop down with a little flip. Much like a cat. He might be showing off.]

yarn bondage.

[fulmination]

_{[VANITAS......]}

Are you trying to impress someone?

_{[Except no he's actually a little impressed because flips man.]}

But if I was able to put up with you outside of this, I'm sure my back would be fine.

;3

[halfhearted]

Only if it worked.

[He can do so much more]

We can test if you can catch me some time after you wake up. [He will gesture with his hand.] Lead the way, soldier.

/brow waggle

[fulmination]

Perhaps a bit.

_{[Give him a few seconds while he reaches by a few chunks of rubble to pick up his jacket so he can toss it at Vanitas with a light grin.]}

It might be a little big on you but I think it'll be fine. _{[Then he snorts a bit as an afterthought.]} You know, if anyone were to see us now they might think I'm suffering from heat stroke. I never did have very many 'friends' here.

<3 <3 <3

[halfhearted]

Just imagine what else I can do.

[Catching the jacket. It won't sit at his waist like it should, but it was long enough to hit his hips. The sleeves were a tiny bit long as well.

Vanitas seemed almost amused by it as he fastened it closed.]

What do you think? [He will even give him a spin. He knows he looks good in anything so he doesn't really need the compliment.]

Maybe you are. [A beat.] Maybe they'll think I'm being tricked by a wolf to carry around his stuff or to take a bullet for him.

[That would be a bit funny for Vanitas.]

;3;

[fulmination]

I don't suppose you'll give me a hint?

_{[Kimblee thumbs his chin as he looks Vanitas over before he approaches him to straighten the collar and lapel.]}

Maybe next Halloween...? _{[Whoops, there's more dirt on the shoulders. This is how fussy he gets with his clothes. He'll spend a minute or two dusting it off, occasionally glancing over his and Vanitas' shoulders to keep an eye out for anyone else.]}

But I wouldn't be surprised if they thought that. I've had a few members of my squad sacrifice themselves to protect me already. _{[Well. Really he turned one into a meat shield, but details.]}

[halfhearted]

I'll show you later.

[He'll allow Kimblee to fuss over the jacket. His own attention was wandering over what the alchemist was currently wearing or looking behind him to make sure no one shot what was his.]

Maybe. Just getting in your pants would work too. [With the skirt! Vanitas will help himself to hooking his thumbs in Kimblee's pants pockets.]

That's my Crimson Lotus. [He's totally proud about the meat shield use, buddy!] I'll play innocent to avoid issues. [If it gets a problem, he can always just end them. It was a dream and exploring how much they could do in one was interesting.]

[fulmination]

In... my pants... _{[Vanitas pls. Look at this face he is making. It's a miracle his face hasn't gotten stuck at this rate!]} They'd be a bit big on you, I imagine.

_{[But that wording though, good lord what is he going to do with him?]}

Now I'm completely positive that this is a dream.

[halfhearted]

[He's having fun. SHhhh.]

Probably a few inches. [He hasn't paid attention to pants sizes, but Kimlbee was... wider.]

Why? Because I'm willing to be innocent? [That's...all he sees wrong with this.]

[fulmination]

_{[But but it's at his expense!]}

You said 'my Crimson Lotus,' Vanitas. _{[IT'S A LITTLE ENDEARING BUT...]}

...You're just as strange even in dreams, you know.

[halfhearted]

[...and this was something new?]

It's true though. [He was serious about that mutual ownership offer, Kimblee. He also had a thing about claiming people as his.]

What did you expect me to be like in your dreams?

[fulmination]

...So this means I need a name for you, I take it? _{[Because that's really the only logical thing.]}

Honestly, I haven't the slightest idea. _{[And then he's reaching out to grab the sleeve of his coat to start tugging him along.]} We're cutting through the next alley on the left, so keep your head down.

[halfhearted]

Only if you want to. [...you do not need to come up with a name for him. He's not sure what Kimblee would even come up with.

He will let him tug him along. Following after carefully.]

Ready when you are, soldier. [He will just follow what Kimblee does. A war was a little different than fighting a group.] Or should I say Major?

[fulmination]

I'm sure I can come up with something. <sub>[Maybe along the lines of 'Creature of the Night' or something.

Once they hit the end, he does the smartest thing and walks right out into the open to cross the streets. Come on, Vanitas! Let's go find some more things to take care of.]</sub> I'd think we're a bit too close to be using ranks, aren't we?

[halfhearted]

[He might tease.

...and what are you doing, Kimblee?

Thinking about it, he could see how it's easier to use alchemy in the open versus an alley. And they might think he's harmless on first glance. Still an interesting risk. Kimblee was enjoying this a lot more than he thought. Following after and keep his attention on around for any movement.] I'm making up for when I couldn't. [And it was fun.]

[fulmination]

_{[He's doing Smart Things, obviously.]}

If you really want to call me Major, feel free to even when this ends. Just don't expect me to answer to it right away.

[halfhearted]

["S-M-R-T" kind of smart? Would he answer to Major Butthead? What about Major Stubborn?]

Major Solf J. Kimblee. [There was a smirk. He's going to have fun with this. Why does Kimblee keep giving him stuff?] It depends.

[fulmination]

_{[Nah, more like the "S-M-R-Q-H-Z-4" kind.]}

I almost wonder if you'd ever be able to figure out my middle name with that attitude. _{[Shhh, he might actually like to see Vanitas have a bit of fun.]} Though now I have to wonder what it depends on.

[halfhearted]

[Does he want him to play the guessing game?]

Jennifer. [Not serious, but he wanted to see a reaction. ] That might come with showing you what else I can do. [He's just being a tease at this point.] James?

[fulmination]

I can't say I've heard that one before. _{[He pauses as he shoves a few crates out of the way before he slips into one of the few intact buildings.]} I think I'll hold my peace on the right one until you get frustrated, though~

[halfhearted]

[Vanitas will look left and right before slipping in after him.]

John Jacob Jingleheimersmith. [He starts humming a bit more to the song. Someone was in a very good mood.] I think I'll always have a frustration with your name on it. [A low hum] And have to wait around for something.

[Maybe he will learn patience from it all?

Or maybe he'll just go back to taking what he wants. He likes that much better.]

If you could get away with anything right now, what would it be?

[fulmination]

His name is my name, too. _{[Welp, there's something from his childhood! He'll certainly do his best to keep Vanitas in this mood, considering how things went earlier.]} It's better than having a transmutation circle with your name on it, isn't it?

_{[A beat.]}

You may have to give me an example; I've done plenty of things here that most people wouldn't have gotten away with already.

[halfhearted]

[And he will laugh at him if he's still singing or humming it.]

I can just write my name on yours.

[And then he will look very interested. Story time about things you shouldn't have gotten away with?]

Do share. [He was also enjoying something else.] Something you haven't done yet.

[fulmination]

_{[Don't you judge him. It's catchy! Stupidly catchy!]}

It'd look messy, wouldn't it?

_{[A beat, and then he's leaning up against the nearest wall and lowering his voice.]}

Where do you think that stain on that jacket came from, Vanitas?

[halfhearted]

[Still doesn't mean he won't tease.

Might be interesting to test his own healing capabilities against Kimblee's specialty.]

Maybe for the another experiment. We could try it on a local.

[Pausing to look at the stain he's referring to.] Normally you are neat. [Unless it's his desk.

He's helping himself to rolling the jacket sleeves.]