FIRST REBELLION ❅ ACCIDENTAL VIDEO / ACTION [ROUTE 29]

[glaciates]

[Isaac arrived earlier today and he's been spending his time studying the network and the Pokémon. He shouldn't be here; he's dead. He's not dwelling on that right now though.]

[Instead, he's being attacked by a Sentret. It's using Scratch on the Shellder Isaac received to start with. Both the Shellder and the trainer seem completely unimpressed.]

Tackle, Antony.

[The Shellder responds immediately, slamming into the offending Pokémon. Isaac doesn't seem to have realized that the Gear is on and viewing the battle at a skewed angle. At least he's not in the frame?]

What the hell is this world? Sure as hell isn't Amestris.

[The Shellder uses Tackle a few more times to take the Sentret out and hops over to his trainer happily. Isaac kneels to pick it up, allowing the viewer a quick shot of his face.]

I guess I'll figure it out eventually.

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[explosivecombat]

[He hasn't been dwelling on it, because Kimblee isn't one to dwell on things; his experiences in Ishval also aren't anything that upset him. They're pleasant memories, really. Kept him sane in prison in some ways, screwed him over horribly in prison in others, but pleasant memories nonetheless.

But even if he doesn't dwell, he remembers everything, Isaac.]

No one knows why we were brought here, and questioning it isn't going to yield you many leads; believe me, I've tried. The fact of the matter is that, for whatever reason, we're here now. Although if you're questioning whether this is some sort of afterlife, it isn't; I can tell you that much.

[glaciates]

Am I that obvious?

[The answer to that question is yes, but moving on!]

I take it you're not dead, then.

[No one knows why we're here? Fine. He can handle that. An answer should surface at some point. It's nothing to worry about.]

How long have you been here?

[explosivecombat]

It's not that you're obvious so much as it is that it's a logical assumption. Remember that I know more than you do about what's happened in Amestris over the last year; I'm aware that your assault on Central didn't end very well for you. As such...well. I can see where it's an assumption that would come to mind. However, this doesn't seem to be the result of of...divine interference, I suppose; you'll find that there are far more among the living than there are the dead here. Or at least, that's been my experience.

[He's just going to avoid answering whether or not he's one of them.]

As for myself, I've been here for four months now. Some of the others have been here for over a year; people come and people go - it isn't uncommon to see posts on the network about how someone seems to have vanished, supposedly "sent home" - but there isn't a way for us to leave of our own volition.

[glaciates]

[Good to know you haven't changed. You're still really damn good at reading people.]

What about you?

[Nope, sorry, not letting you get away with that, Kimblee!]

What's happened in Amestris since I...?

[He's... not going to finish that. You know how it ended. This is far more pressing than whatever is going on in this world anyway.]

[filtered.]

[explosivecombat]

[And the rest of this conversation is going to be locked down very hard, for several reasons.]

Let's just say that I'm in the same position you are when it comes to returning home. However, that's hardly important now, is it - how much did you know about what was set to happen?

[glaciates]

[That works! This is better left unseen anyway.]

Sorry to hear that.

[And in a way, he really is. A whole year has passed since his own death; was Kimblee in jail the entire time? Did he escape or something? He's right though; its not important now.]

I take it you mean about what Bradley's up to. He's trying to use the country to create a Philosopher's Stone; that's what Ishval was. There's no justification for it - screw what the state's said.

[A pause.]

But I'm guessing there's more to it than that.

[explosivecombat]

[Kimblee tips his head a bit in acknowledgement of the sympathy, though he doesn't respond to it verbally; after all, there's not much to -

...AGAIN WITH THE ESCAPING? REALLY? REALLY?

why does everyone assume that oh my godddddd

...at least whatever happens in brackets stays in brackets.]

There almost always is, when it comes to large plots like that. You found out about the circle underneath Amestris, then?

[glaciates]

[Jfc sit the fuck down, Kimblee. What was he supposed to think, that the Fuhrer pardoned you or something? Yeah right~]

It had to be somewhere and I doubt Bradley was going to have it drawn through the damn streets.

[In other words he just sort of guessed. Hey, at least he was right!]

That doesn't explain how it would have been built. It would have taken years. A lot of the battles that have been fought to formulate the points on the array weren't under Bradley's reign either. That's what's been bothering me; is this some kind of conspiracy the entire government's been behind for years?

[Wildly guessing? Yep!]

[explosivecombat]

[He has been hearing nothing but that for months. Nothing but that.

...wait]

And you came to these conclusions on your own? I'm going to assume you didn't exactly have much help with this, given that you came to me looking for assistance - you worked all of this out by yourself?

[what the christ even happened, did you seriously just look up one day and realize that you're living in a weirdly circular country or something]

[explosivecombat]

[...huh.]

Well. I'm impressed.

[glaciates]

Of course I did. It's not exactly difficult. Anyone with a decent knowledge of Amestrian history and alchemy could have figured it out.

[That... was a compliment wasn't it. What does he do with it? Outside of herpderp at you, that is. Because he's kind of doing a lot of that right now.]

[explosivecombat]

[...oh, honey, is your whole brain crying]

They could have, yes. Of course. Should they have? Probably.

But up until that point, I don't believe anyone actually had, now, had they?

[glaciates]

[...it... might be... orz]

Not from what I saw, no.

[But... but it was obvious though! Do we just live in a country full of morons or something?]

It sounds like you knew about this even before I showed up. Why wouldn't you help me?

[That... might have sounded a bit more hurt than he intended. Whoops.]

[explosivecombat]

[...Isaac. I want you to take a good, hard look at Amestris. Look at the people living therein. And then I want you to run that question through your head a few times, then tell me if it still sounds as good as it did when you asked it.

...possible morons in Amestris aside, however, Kimblee definitely does notice that hurt tone; he doesn't seem horribly fazed by it, short of a bit of a headtilt starting before he realizes what he's doing and corrects the behavior.]

As I told you before, I've never been motivated by such noble intentions as revenge or self-sacrifice. I had my own ideologies, and my own thoughts on what should be done; you had yours, and it was clear to me that they weren't going to mesh.

[glaciates]

...Fine. What's done is done. There's no changing it.

[He's kind of dead anyway...]

What happened after I died?

[A lot can happen in a year. What did he miss?]

[explosivecombat]

[...you really are bitter about that whole death thing.]

To start with - obviously, whatever it was you were trying to do to Central didn't succeed. For a while, you were made fairly infamous as a treasonous rebel; your one-man rampage was what got the attention, not the reasons behind it.

However.

The plan that Bradley was working towards was set into motion almost a year after you had died. I didn't exactly live to see the actual end of the battle myself, but the way things were going, there was no way that plan would possibly succeed. I've also spoken to others that have confirmed that Amestris is both safe and in one piece; I imagine you're pleased to know that much.

[glaciates]

[Isaac is silent during that little speech. He doesn't trust anyone; he wouldn't have lasted as long as he did if he had. But Kimblee is different. He can't see why Kimblee would lie to him about this.]

...That's good.

[It really is. He didn't succeed and hell, it sounds like he didn't manage to do anything outside of get himself killed, but at least Bradley was stopped. At least everything turned out fine.]

What happened to you, then? If Amestris didn't become a Stone, how did you die?

[explosivecombat]

...Amestris didn't, but that doesn't mean that all of us were afforded the same fate.

[He doesn't sound disturbed by this at all, however; it's just a statement. The sky is blue, the grass is green, my soul was ripped out of my body and used to fuel a Philosopher's Stone.]

As you said, I was aware of what was going to befall the country; I was killed in a battle against one of those responsible. The Philosopher's Stone my soul was used for was destroyed shortly thereafter.

[And all of that is true! All of it is perfectly true. He was killed in the battle against Pride, after all; he just wasn't fighting for the side he's skewing the implications toward.]

[glaciates]

...I see.

[You were used in a Philosopher's Stone? That must have been horrifying. He's silent for a moment before finally finding something to say.]

I'm sorry to hear that. At least the Stone was destroyed.

[Still...]

[explosivecombat]

[Something about that actually gives Kimblee pause; that's...actually genuine sympathy, isn't it...]

...yes, well.

[Wow, he's...really not sure what to say to that.]

[glaciates]

[Whoa, who turned up the awkward in here?]

[Of course it's genuine sympathy! Why would he lie to you?]

What all are you doing here?

[Let's... try switching topics, then?]

[explosivecombat]

[...that's better. That is much better, Isaac, thank you.]

Well, I've been training the chimeras I've managed to capture so far; has anyone explained the gym badges to you yet?

[glaciates]

[You're welcome, senior! \o/]

No. I take it that's what we're supposed to be doing here, though?

[Seriously, he needs some sort of goal. He can't just wander around aimlessly!]

[explosivecombat]

It seems that way. Train your chimeras, raise them well; use them to battle against the leaders of the gyms - establishments designed to test your skill as a trainer and the strength of your chimeras.

Where are you now, if I might ask?

[glaciates]

Chimeras? You mean these things, right?

[Pointing the Gear at the Shellder-- oh come on, do you have to sleep on his boot, man? It's managing to snore too. Don't ask him how.]

What's the point in battling the Gym Leaders anyway? Why should we be training these things?

[As for where he is...?]

Route 29. I left the town I woke up in awhile ago.