Nothing newThis, however, left him in the current situation. Which was one of boredom, simple as that.
With an exasperated sigh, he walked on until he found a half-broken, massive wooden bench by one of the ruined houses. Sitting down, he leaned back against the wall, staring at the sky above.
It was a nice day, one that just called out and taunted him, almost begging 'go have fun~'. Days like this, with clear sky, sun shining, reminded him of the good old times.
Good old times of the Crimson Alchemist, Zolf J. Kimbley, and how he became a living legend of the Ishvar war. When he would let his eyes drop almost shut, he could almost imagine the blurriness of his vision was caused by dust that always danced around him, sent flying and swirling into the air with explosions he caused. If he blocked out all sounds of the city life few streets away, silence ringing in his ears would be almost like hiss of bullets flying around, blades cutting through air, and he almost, almost itched to move, to return to the haze of war.
It was not happening though, as he was cruelly reminded when a ball rolled to his feet and three kids, dirty street brats in ragged clothes, followed the toy. His gaze turned lazily to the round object, then changed into a half-hearted glare he threw the children.
The ball has been kicked with a bit more force than necessary (well, maybe not just a bit) and a pained grunt combined with helpless yelp and scared (excited?) squeaking of two of the children gave him a little satisfaction. Dull thud confirmed that the brat that got hit with the ball fell ass-flat on the ground, but he didn't even turn back to look, hands tucked in pockets as he walked away.]
((have a lousy first journal, because I should have made one ages ago ;3; I'm sorry for being inactive too, orz... good to see this place is kind of getting back to life though >u< ))
You! Aren't you supposed to be in prison? That doen't matter now.....I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!
(( note: Last time Kimbley saw her, she was a Major. He doen't know she is a Liutenat Colonel yet. Also, Joan Morrigan is 28 years old.))
Face gaining a blank look, he stared at her, and blinked.]
"With all respect, but what are you waiting for?"
[Whoever it was, she was not too experienced at killing or fighting, it seemed. Who in the world exclaims "I'LL KILL YOU" then waits for a reaction first?]
Haven't you forgotten me? The Snow Alchemist? You were the one who killed Richard!
(( btw, Richard's alchemist title was the iron will alchemist. they were soldiers in ishbal also. ))
((oh just so you know, if I do not like something in your 'version' of the story, I will not act accordingly. Just saying ahead. ))
YOU KILLED RICHARD FLANNIGAN! It's me, Joan Morrigan...
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Lieutenant Colonel Joan Morrigan, the Snow Alchemist....
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"My name is Roy Mustang... Or just Lieutenant Colonel. Hell, you can call me the Flame Alchemist. Whatever you do, remember the pain."
Pshah, I need to attempt to catch you on harder then >.<;; ))
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"My name is Roy Mustang... Or just Lieutenant Colonel. Hell, you can call me the Flame Alchemist. Whatever you do, remember the pain."
Eh I like Europe as a whole, but I don't like the country I live in 'u';;;
Good luck catching me~ o,- ))
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"My name is Roy Mustang... Or just Lieutenant Colonel. Hell, you can call me the Flame Alchemist. Whatever you do, remember the pain."
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