caughtinanetwork | 12 ⊙ dream

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solf j. kimblee

12 ⊙ dream | Rising Sun, 1908

_{[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.]}

A soldier--?

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

_{[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.]}

WONDERFUL! It's magnificent! This Philosopher's Stone--! _{[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!]}

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Now I know what you mean by really getting into something.

[After the memory had played out, Vanitas found himself able to pretty much step in. Maybe he fell asleep watching it and this was his own dream from it? Thinking about it would be better when he was back out of the War.]

Ishval, right? [He will walk to the edge of the building before taking a seat. Letting his legs dangle off the edge.]

I never thought you could manage to get more attractive. [Flashing a smirk at the other.]

_{[And guess who's pretty aware that this is a dream?

Yep. This guy.

Look at all of this he still hasn't stopped shrieking. ...Well, he's trying to at least. It's kind of hard to breathe right now.]}

Vanitas--Ahaha!

_{[...Yeah just give him a minute or two while he drags a hand over his face.]}

It gets better every time I relive it--!

[Which was good news for him. Even if having a game of tag in a dream with the risk of being blown up could be fun, he would rather not find out if it's possible to die in a dream.

He likes the shrieks. Vanitas watched him for a bit before he scooted back to lay down close to him.

He could hear... guns in the background? Some distance away. They were in a place similar to where Vanitas was from, but with an actual population and more... alive. He did love the background sounds he could pick up.]

What happens next?

_{[Kimblee tilts his head to give Vanitas a once-over before he props himself up on an elbow. He's still breathing pretty heavily, but at least he's stopped making noise and drawing attention to himself!]}

Hm... Is there anything you'd like to do while we're here?

_{[He can pretty much just 'slack' off with his record. He already knows that things continue on like they did in the past, but it's a dream--he can take as long as he wants getting to the Rockbells!]}

[Rolling on to his side to face Kimblee better.]

Something stupid. [There was a bit of a smirk as he looked the other over slowly.] I do wonder how real this is.

[Reaching, but not quite touching the other.] There anyone else you can blow up? I do enjoy watching you work.

Want me to push you off this building and we can find out?

_{[Because golly, look at that broken road down there.]}

I'm sure there's a few Ishvalans still roaming around in this district somewhere. Come on, you can wear my jacket so none of my people think you're aiding the enemy.

[Not that he knows Kimblee that well, but this is definitely a side he hasn't seen, and didn't expect. Although it does make some sense, his being friends with Vanitas and all, it makes him uneasy.]

......did you- really enjoy that?

Would you really?

[He actually did his best to look like he considered the idea.]

Your people, huh? [Sitting up as he spoke. Vanitas will help himself to placing a hand on Kimblee's chest to feel for his heart beat. Upon finding it, he will give a grin.] It did hurt in my dream. Betting the same rules apply.

[He will offer his hand after he stood up.]

_{[WELL THIS SURE IS AWKWARD.

And it could turn ugly fast depending on what Kimblee says. Because of that, he's taking a few seconds to act like he's waking up in order to get his mind back on track.]}

Which part, exactly?

I can't make any promises that you'd land unharmed.

_{[And then considering how medical treatment works on the war front......]}

Then we'd best make sure you didn't get hurt. I'd hate to be responsible for that.

_{[He'll gladly take that hand to help haul himself up to head to the opposite side of the building before he hops down. Kimblee stop this is how you end up in hospitals.]}

Should I catch you?

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.]

_{[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.

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.

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.

...killing those people.

...No. While a few of my superiors may have gained some twisted enjoyment out of it, the only thing I enjoyed about any of that was doing my job and the sound of my work. I was fully aware of what a career in the military could entail the minute I put the uniform on.

So- it's just the exploding stuff part.

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.]

...More or less, yes. If I'm doing a job this vulgar I may as well try and make the best of a bad situation.

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.]}

And handle it with some flare?

[It seems excessive. But, that's war, right? It's what's supposed to happen?]

...the rest of it just seems so stupid.

_{[And have a nice little display of the arrays on his palms.]}

I used to be a human weapon, Roxas. While these circles can perform mundane transmutations, their true purpose lies in explosives. It's not as flashy as Mustang's alchemy, but I'm very happy with how far they've come since I was your age.

...Though I'm inclined to agree with you. It's stupid, but at the same time it was to protect the rest of the country. The way things were there were already massive casualties on both sides over a period of seven years. When others like myself were called in, things were wrapped up fairly quickly--I'd say within a matter of months?

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.]

[Roxas shakes his head.]

I mean the whole thing. Ordering somebody, anybody, to be killed. Seven years of that... [He has a hard time imagining seven years of anything.] They'll never be anything to anybody, except memories. And- maybe just memories like yours.

...it's a waste, isn't it? Is that how you protect anybody?

But they're still something. Even with the small handful that survived the campaign, they continue to live within the spirit of their people and, like you said, in the memories of others. I haven't forgotten a single person who died in that war and it's been nearly ten years since I was there.

A waste of abilities, life or both?

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12 ⊙ dream | Rising Sun, 1908

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