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ninception2016-02-10 02:30 am
viliorate) wrote in ninception2016-02-10 02:30 am
locked to explosivecombat
[A game where people are supposed to kill each other?
It’s not the sort of thing Kimbley’s into. It’s not that he’s against kill, obviously not. He just doesn’t like being barked at like he’s some sort of preforming circus animal. Still, it’s not his problem—Kimbley figures his best bet is to lay low and wait until someone starts panicking and decides to stab one of the kids in the face.
As far as being kidnapped against his will goes, at least it’s in a place with technology he actually recognizes. With all of the talk of other worlds, at least that much is the same. Even if does feel the beginning of what’s probably going to be a nasty headache from being locked up in a place with no exit in a few hours.
...well, whatever; the rest of the group is free to kill each other if they want, he’s going to stay the hell out of that mess and instead concentrate on figuring out why the hell his alchemy isn’t working, and how, exactly he can blow a hole in the side of the building as soon as he regains usage of the arrays.
For now, he sits down at the desk of his room—feet propped up on the desk. If he’s going to be stuck here, he might as well get to know the person who’s dragged them all here. Thank god he knows how to use the phones around here; he picks it up without hesitation and speaks into it.]
Am I talking to the guy running this place?
[...Yeah. Just like that.]
It’s not the sort of thing Kimbley’s into. It’s not that he’s against kill, obviously not. He just doesn’t like being barked at like he’s some sort of preforming circus animal. Still, it’s not his problem—Kimbley figures his best bet is to lay low and wait until someone starts panicking and decides to stab one of the kids in the face.
As far as being kidnapped against his will goes, at least it’s in a place with technology he actually recognizes. With all of the talk of other worlds, at least that much is the same. Even if does feel the beginning of what’s probably going to be a nasty headache from being locked up in a place with no exit in a few hours.
...well, whatever; the rest of the group is free to kill each other if they want, he’s going to stay the hell out of that mess and instead concentrate on figuring out why the hell his alchemy isn’t working, and how, exactly he can blow a hole in the side of the building as soon as he regains usage of the arrays.
For now, he sits down at the desk of his room—feet propped up on the desk. If he’s going to be stuck here, he might as well get to know the person who’s dragged them all here. Thank god he knows how to use the phones around here; he picks it up without hesitation and speaks into it.]
Am I talking to the guy running this place?
[...Yeah. Just like that.]