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#NO #NO OP #OR DENKO

*tilts head at the alchemist*

"..Is there something you would like?"

#lan-fan #gomen I didnt see this earlier dghjk

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“‘Miss’ is a relative term. Do I miss having the chance to finish you myself?”

Yes.

“Briggs stands as strong as it ever has. Even you couldn’t succeed in bringing it down.”

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"My, my, you really think you could do that?"

Well, that only managed to amuse him more. "But no, destroying Briggs had not been my goal. Did they not tell you about the philosopher's stones? I thought a soldier of such high standing would have been more well informed."

"Though, overall, I do believe I have come out victoriously. Life is a mere game of survival of the fittest, yes? And I have most definitely survived."

#icequeenolivier

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“Back for more, Kimblee?”

“I don’t know if I should be flattered or insulted that you’d dare show your face around here again.”

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"Ahah! Such hard words when we haven't seen each other in so long.."

"Did you miss me, then? And how is your.. fortress doing?"

#icequeenolivier #AAH SAME

#back to fuck shit up i mean #i meAN #hi

sun and moon.// open

He stepped off the train with ease, white coat tails flapping faintly in the breeze as he stopped to look around. A constant smirk was on Kimblee's face as he gazed about his surroundings, taking everything in. What a quaint place... he couldn't have expected to find any town more quiet than the one he stood in. Everything there seemed to be rather picturesque, the air clean and the streets unlittered. It was rather refreshing, though unbearably stifling to the action-loving veteran.

The alchemist carried no bags of any sort, for he had no need for such things -- at least, he hadn't before, for the government had always taken care of his lodgings and supplies in preparation for his arrival.

Then again, that had only been the case when Fuhrer King Bradley had been in charge. Now that he was dead and gone, Kimblee had to remain on the run, in constant wariness that he might be caught and put to trial. After all, Fuhrer Mustang had no sympathy for murderers such as the Crimson Lotus Alchemist, and they both had gotten to know each other well while at war together. Mustang knew what Kimblee was like. They both had seen the horrors of bloodshed and death, but the most evident difference between them was that while Mustang despised warfare, Kimblee absolutelylovedit.

He nearly always craved for the thrill of the chase, for the excitement that filled ones veins when on the run -- or even on the chase, itself. It was all part of the beautiful inner workings of the wondrous battlefield. He couldn't have asked for anything better, though any other person may have deemed him insane for thinking that (and rightfully so).

Kimblee stepped forth, catching the eye of a passerby while raising one hand, gloved in white, smooth cloth."Excuse me.."His tone was polite, but it still held that faint tone of leering amusement that was so very common to him, always being present in his voice.

"Could you direct me to the Comely Court?"

#cc open #AHAJgdsjhaahj

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atleastihavemypetrock started following you

solf-j-kimblee started following you

making awful screeching noises rn

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#yesss

#wow ok followed a bunch of other fma indies #I think it's time I got a little more active here #ooc

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Yes. Been busy following and making new friends. There’s a death reaper named Grell, a sinner named Shuren from Hell, and Kokuto who is also from Hell. What about you?