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[Breaking out of the laboratory could really have gone better. He hadn't run into the other Homunculi, thankfully, but it had certainly been a near miss with the military. Not that Greed had to worry, but the chimera certainly did.

He wasn't certain about the prisoner he'd brought with them, though. Greed knew what the place was being used for and for the man to break out meant that he was resourceful as hell and was someone he definitely wanted on his side.

Still, he was cautious and didn't do much more than keep an eye on the man, wondering about the title one of the soldiers had used.

It's not until hours later and after the group has found a safe house that he finally approaches the man. He's more than aware than aware that the chimera are ignoring him entirely and that makes Greed more curious than threatened, really.]

Prison uniforms stand out a bit. Anything in particularly you want instead?

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[explosivecombat]

[Well.

Breaking out of prison wasn't something Kimblee had really planned on needing to do at any point; he'd been assured that he'd be spared due to his general level of cooperation during the court-martial. He knew better than to hope for release, of course, given that that involved leverage that he didn't exactly have and he doubted anyone was going to provide it, not for someone who had done what he had; however, reneging on the arrangement that had been made initially was really rude, and since dying was not on Kimblee's personal itinerary for the day he had decided to skip out on the procedure that would place it there, thank you very much.

Granted, he was fairly sure he'd ruined several other people's day simply by doing so, but that's the risk people ran in making hypocrites of themselves. As for the other prisoners...well, they were no worse off than they were before Kimblee had changed the situation. They were going to die anyway, he'd just expedited the process a little.

...Needless to say, the laboratory was sort of a mess. Oops.

Anyway.

What he hadn't counted on had been the sudden presence of others - not the soldiers attempting to apprehend him, of course, since that had been a given, but rather the chimeras and the individual with them. Not a chimera himself, he suspected, but...well, whatever he was, it had to be better than being recaptured or shot or other such things that Kimblee simply wasn't there for.

So now here they are, and here he is, and the chimeras are content to ignore him and Kimblee quite frankly doesn't give a damn as long as he's got the stupid restraints off and can work on getting his shoulders to remember what it feels like to have a full range of motion again.]

I'll admit I'm used to something more formal, even if military uniforms are out of the question now - not that white doesn't tend to stand out on its own, but at least it's a bit more acceptable among most.