text, to start; because Kimblee is probably tired of face-to-face Hughes time...eliciadaddyDecember 14 2011, 22:53:22 UTC
[ Maes is only sitting a few buildings away, in his room, when he gets the text. He's been a little disoriented, himself, but he's taking the time to analyze this, rather than punching slot machines in the face... ]
[ Why yes, he hears it loud and clear... and Maes is as sane as they come, really.
There's a lag between texts though, because he's uncertain if he should write the next part. ]
Yes, I would like to know where my weekend has gone.
[ He's wondering if you know what he means by that, Kimblee. Or if you just think he's gone crazy and went out drinking and was just shitfaced the entire weekend... ]
[ Only way he can think of to explain crazy shit going down. But... alchemy doesn't work here, right? But you would know, Kimblee. You're a freak alchemist. ]
[...Hughes, how on earth do you think alchemy works? Is it magic? Really, next you'll be assuming someone just kicked his door in one day, yelling "YER A WIZARD, KIMBLEE!"]
I can't think of any sort of alchemy that would be capable of something like this, much less on this scale.
[ Hey, hey. If you can create a statue figurine of yourself in a mountain with one punch, you can do anything, okay? Okay? Magic, alchemy... they're all the same mutant freakshow. Plus, some of you aren't nearly smart enough to have been able to figure a complicated science out all on your own... ]
I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not that I'm not alone in this.
[...this is why he never explains the complexities of doing alchemy to anyone. There's no way to not make himself sound like an incredibly disgruntled refugee from a magical girl series.
As it is, you're getting quite the pause before Kimblee responds.]
I recall dreams, somewhat, and some of them involved being outside of Goldenrod, though I awakened here, as always.
...it feels as though I haven't slept, however. Given that it was apparently a three-day coma, one would assume that wouldn't be the case.
[ His texts. They are getting shorter and shorter. Mostly because, what the hell is this texting thing anyways? The screen is small, the keys are small... boy, does he sound like an old man already... ]
[If that means he's an old man, then they can be old men together; Kimblee spent quite some time when he arrived here generally annoyed at the text function. He's gotten better with it, though he tends to prefer face-to-face interaction with those he actually knows; text is better for those he doesn't want seeing his face for whatever reason at the time.]
Not really, anyway. Most of my dreams center around humans, Hughes, not |
[How to describe this? Hang on...]
...creatures that my mind has chosen to make up. These weren't chimeras, either, as I could tell.
Yes. The details are hazy, which is another thing that usually doesn't happen, but when it comes to descriptions you likely wouldn't believe me if I told you.
I think it is probably better to not think on it.
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In some ways, perhaps.
At the same time, you can't deny that getting answers for some of these things might be...nice, to say the least.
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There's a lag between texts though, because he's uncertain if he should write the next part. ]
Yes, I would like to know where my weekend has gone.
[ He's wondering if you know what he means by that, Kimblee. Or if you just think he's gone crazy and went out drinking and was just shitfaced the entire weekend... ]
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Presumably the same place mine went, wherever that may be.
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Oh?
[ A small lag, then a second text. ]
No chance of this being alchemy?
[ Only way he can think of to explain crazy shit going down. But... alchemy doesn't work here, right? But you would know, Kimblee. You're a freak alchemist. ]
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I can't think of any sort of alchemy that would be capable of something like this, much less on this scale.
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I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not that I'm not alone in this.
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it just happens to center around runes and symbolism and opening mystical pathways with your mind and seeking out paths of energy and -
...my god, he sounds like a disgruntled hippie, never mind.]
Do you remember nothing, then?
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Nothing.
[ Pause. Then, second text. ]
I also woke up in the middle of Route 34, when I remember going to bed in Goldenrod.
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As it is, you're getting quite the pause before Kimblee responds.]
I recall dreams, somewhat, and some of them involved being outside of Goldenrod, though I awakened here, as always.
...it feels as though I haven't slept, however. Given that it was apparently a three-day coma, one would assume that wouldn't be the case.
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Dreams?
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Yes. Odd, nonsensical things, mostly.
[Pause. Then another.]
That isn't normal.
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Oh?
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Not really, anyway. Most of my dreams center around humans, Hughes, not |
[How to describe this? Hang on...]
...creatures that my mind has chosen to make up. These weren't chimeras, either, as I could tell.
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Creatures? Creatures that aren't Pokemon, you mean?
[ what are you on, Kimblee? ]
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