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

[halfhearted]

[He was trying to make it up to him though. Same thing to Vanitas. Though he'll look amused at the paint ball couldn't hurt part.]

We could dress up nice for it. [And then get it covered in paint! :D They probably had suits to wear over it, but that wouldn't be as fun.]

If I feel like doing it, you mean. [Just putting up with it for now. He gets a free show. Watching him before stepping closer to rest his chin on Kimblee's shoulder.]

[fulmination]

It's a good thing I have a few dress shirts that have a few stains. _{[Don't forget the bruises!]}

Is dancing really that awful? _{[Kimblee chuckles and continues to lead Vanitas through the motions.]}

[halfhearted]

Not as fun if it's already ruined. [Turning his head to look at Kimblee's neck.]

Not really my thing. I don't understand the appeal. [And he ruined a ball with one of his critters before! It's just swaying and moving. At least he's keeping up and not stepping on toes.]

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...All right. One more work shirt couldn't hurt.

_{[He really, really doesn't know what he's going to do with you Vanitas. Really.]} That's a shame. Judging by your talent in a fight I imagine you'd have a knack for this.

[halfhearted]

[Victory.] Looks like I mean more than one shirt at least. [Nuzzling closer to Kimblee's neck and pausing to let him get used to Vanitas being there. No mistaking him for something that wants to rip out his throat. Remember, he wants to eat the heart instead!]

If it's worth it, I'll consider it. [Wearing a certain smirk.] Is dancing all you can think of with my talent? [Plants a kiss on the pulse point on his neck.]

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I'm not that vain. _{[He's getting better, at least! He's not tensing up as badly anymore!]}

What would make it worth it to you? _{[Then a grin.]} It makes me a bit envious to be honest.

[halfhearted]

[He complained about a bullet whole in his jacket. Chortling against his neck.

Then he'll pause a moment before pretty much pointing to what was going on now. They were kind of dancing regardless of him finding it pointless.]

What do you think would make it worth it? [He isn't going to explain further.]

Isn't there a show on during the day to help make people flexible? They use a large ball some times. [He means yoga!]

[fulmination]

Are you implying I'm not? <sub>[Flexible, that is.

Besides, his horrible shows are on during the day! Like Vatheon Shore and 9021H20!]</sub>

...You spend seven years in a cell with your hands bound and then try.

_{[Sore spot? Nah.]}

[halfhearted]

[Rubbing up his back.]

Want me to find out just how flexible you can be? [He can figure activities they can do together to see. What's better? Getting in shape or those q u a l i t y shows?

Removing his head off the other to bring their linked hands to his mouth to press a kiss against Kimblee's wrist.]

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_{[He tilts his head at the kiss, but he doesn't pull his arm away.]}

And just how do you intend to do that? <sub>[Vanitas do you even know what kind of a question that is. Vanitas.

Vanitas pls.]</sub>

[halfhearted]

[He'll have a coy look for a moment. He miiiiiight know what kind of question that is.]

There is a game with color dots on a mat. You're supposed to step on or touch it. [Or maybe he doesn't.

Letting him go, but not moving out of his space yet.] Unless you had something else you'd like to try?

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And what do I get if I win?

<sub>[yeah that's





not going to be likely.]</sub>

[halfhearted]

Depends. What do you want?

[Pretty much. ]

[fulmination]

Make me an offer.

[halfhearted]

[Hooking his thumbs in Kimblee's front pockets of his pants.]

I'd let you teach me to dance. [Tilting his head.]

[fulmination]

_{[Whoops, looks like he's not going anywhere.]}

And if you win?

[halfhearted]

[He's slowly looking over Kimblee as he thought about it.] You have to wear your full uniform for a day.

[Butt cape as well!]

[fulmination]

_{[A brow goes up as he thinks about it.]} ...The whole set?

[halfhearted]

The whole set. [Problem?

He's using those pockets to tug him very close. You know he will take pics too during that, right?]

[fulmination]

All right, all right. Deal. <sub>[He'll wear everything but the ridiculous desert cloak.

And at least he'll look presentable in uniform!]</sub>

I'll pick up a uniform from the Nook later this week.

[halfhearted]

[At least he will get a smile after he said the word deal. Giving him a quick kiss on the chin. See, at least he gets a reward?]

Good. Want to wake up or do you want to blow up more?

[fulmination]

_{[This is something that is Perfectly Okay With Him.]}

There's nothing keeping us from doing the same awake, is there?

[halfhearted]

Other than the snow. [He won't take care of you if you get sick again.]

Wake up and we'll see. [His dream so if he woke up, then Vanitas should, right?]

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There's always the forest.

_{[He reaches up to ruffle his hair once.]} Don't blame me for any bad dreams you get because of it. <sub>[Then he's closing his eyes





and poof! He's suddenly awake in the real world!]</sub>

poof poof poof

[halfhearted]

[The forest works. He'll wait to tell them when they were awake though. And like hell will he get nightmares from this. He didn't have bad dreams, remember?

Pretty much going to wake up where he had left off prior to this surprised nap; he was draped on the other. Just going to make the most of it and try to steal all the warmth. He'll worry about checking for the wound later.]