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pokebox2012-01-18 01:45 pm
determinator) wrote in pokebox2012-01-18 01:45 pm
LAST WORDS - LOCKED TO alchemicals
[Kimbley had left his pocket watch. It wouldn't have been as bad if the watch hadn't been prepared with the Philosopher's Stones Tucker had been given. At least Kimbley took the chimeras with him - but they were created by Tucker...]
[He's been worrying all night. "I'll return by morning." The sun's nearly up. It's far too early for them to invade, Archer knows that. There's no reason for him to prepare the troops this early. That hasn't stopped him. The first rays of light are beginning to show when he enters the city, gun drawn.]
[It's possible that Kimbley is just having fun, that he's genuinely not in any danger. It's possible, but not likely. He was sent in here on the Furher's direct orders; that alone is enough to warrant worry. Why would the Fuhrer select Kimbley for a job like this? He's been in prison for ten years; he's not exactly the best alchemist they have here. Mustang would have been better suited, right?]
[There's no point worrying about it now. He's here; he can provide backup and support for Kimbley now.]
Kimbley! ...Where the fuck is he?
[Archer has left the majority of the troops behind; the few soldiers who are tailing him have been left behind in the city already. He's focused solely on that damn alchemist now. He had better be fine.]
[He's been worrying all night. "I'll return by morning." The sun's nearly up. It's far too early for them to invade, Archer knows that. There's no reason for him to prepare the troops this early. That hasn't stopped him. The first rays of light are beginning to show when he enters the city, gun drawn.]
[It's possible that Kimbley is just having fun, that he's genuinely not in any danger. It's possible, but not likely. He was sent in here on the Furher's direct orders; that alone is enough to warrant worry. Why would the Fuhrer select Kimbley for a job like this? He's been in prison for ten years; he's not exactly the best alchemist they have here. Mustang would have been better suited, right?]
[There's no point worrying about it now. He's here; he can provide backup and support for Kimbley now.]
Kimbley! ...Where the fuck is he?
[Archer has left the majority of the troops behind; the few soldiers who are tailing him have been left behind in the city already. He's focused solely on that damn alchemist now. He had better be fine.]
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Kimbley knows that it's probably a lie - that Archer never switches gears that quickly, especially when emotions are running high, and the only reason Archer would have to do that now would be to try to comfort him; as much as he's never really liked the idea of that sort of thing, he's starting to understand the reasoning behind why Archer had needed the lie earlier.
Kimbley knows he's going to die; he doesn't understand why he can't do it without wanting to believe that that Archer is going to be all right.
The feeling of Archer's hand playing with his hair again is soothing, however, and that gesture in combination with the fact that Archer is trying to reassure him is enough to allow Kimbley to relax. He passes out, slipping into a deep unconsciousness that he isn't going to wake up from; it doesn't take long after that for the rest of his body to shut down.]