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[Aug. 2] [Fullmetal Alchemist] Ends of the Earth
Title: Ends of the Earth
Day/Theme: Aug. 2, 2010 "over the world and under the world"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Kimblee, Scar, etc.
Rating: PG
No matter where he had to go to finish the job, Solf J. Kimblee was determined to go there. Into the wilderness, over the mountains, across the desert, under the earth. Wherever Scar went, he would follow. There was nothing he loved so much as a job done well. By that same token, there was nothing he hated so much as a job done poorly, or one not completed at all.
Sergeant Collins drove with a recklessness he had never even pondered before, practically throwing the car around each bend of the old, pitted road leading from Arcberg to the nearest train station. His cap had fallen off his head when he took a particularly sharp turn, feeling the wheels on the right side of the vehicle lift ever so slightly off the ground. He was holding his breath.
He didn't dare look any direction but forward. Actually, he couldn't even bear to look into the rearview mirror. It was fortunate he seemed to be on the road alone. His blue eyes flicked over to the mirror for a split second- force of habit and all that. And there was Kimblee, leaning forward and gripping the seat. His yellow gaze pierced through Collins' body. The sergeant sat up even straighter, squeezing the wheel for dear life. The alchemist in the back seat was scarier than crashing.
"At least it's not my car," Collins consoled himself.
A shift of motion under his foot. The train was starting to move. That mustached hobo was of no use to him. Kimblee shifted his weight to compensate for the opposing speed of the train. Where was Scar?
The snow crunched under his shoes. There were several distinct layers. Ice at the bottom, clinging to the road, some re-hardened slush, and then a fresh dusting of the stuff. Even without another topping off by the storm that was about to come, it was deep enough that his outer coat would suffer a slight salt stain around the bottom.
He was light on his feet. He didn't expect to slip. Now...where were the inevitable tracks that would give Scar away? He didn't have a very cautious manner when it came to covering up his path. Kimblee doubted he would think to do as he did, using a slight blast to unsettle the snow behind himself so it would settle back down anew and naturally cover his footsteps. It was more likely that nature had hidden Scar's steps naively on its own.
Kimblee kept his eyes lively, skipping over the horizon. At least he finally had some half-useful subordinates dancing to his tune this time. Jerso and Zampano, Darius and Heinkel, and Fullmetal himself were spreading out even now into a deadly drag net. He was pulling all the strings. He would manage to end this somehow.
One tiny flicker of firelight deep in a mineshaft. To those waiting on the outside, there was no indication that Kimblee stalked his prey even under the earth. However, soon enough, his goals would be adjusted by a hunter mightier than he. But that didn't mean he wouldn't dream. That he wouldn't plan. That he wouldn't want to go. To the ends of the earth.
Day/Theme: Aug. 2, 2010 "over the world and under the world"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Kimblee, Scar, etc.
Rating: PG
No matter where he had to go to finish the job, Solf J. Kimblee was determined to go there. Into the wilderness, over the mountains, across the desert, under the earth. Wherever Scar went, he would follow. There was nothing he loved so much as a job done well. By that same token, there was nothing he hated so much as a job done poorly, or one not completed at all.
Sergeant Collins drove with a recklessness he had never even pondered before, practically throwing the car around each bend of the old, pitted road leading from Arcberg to the nearest train station. His cap had fallen off his head when he took a particularly sharp turn, feeling the wheels on the right side of the vehicle lift ever so slightly off the ground. He was holding his breath.
He didn't dare look any direction but forward. Actually, he couldn't even bear to look into the rearview mirror. It was fortunate he seemed to be on the road alone. His blue eyes flicked over to the mirror for a split second- force of habit and all that. And there was Kimblee, leaning forward and gripping the seat. His yellow gaze pierced through Collins' body. The sergeant sat up even straighter, squeezing the wheel for dear life. The alchemist in the back seat was scarier than crashing.
"At least it's not my car," Collins consoled himself.
A shift of motion under his foot. The train was starting to move. That mustached hobo was of no use to him. Kimblee shifted his weight to compensate for the opposing speed of the train. Where was Scar?
The snow crunched under his shoes. There were several distinct layers. Ice at the bottom, clinging to the road, some re-hardened slush, and then a fresh dusting of the stuff. Even without another topping off by the storm that was about to come, it was deep enough that his outer coat would suffer a slight salt stain around the bottom.
He was light on his feet. He didn't expect to slip. Now...where were the inevitable tracks that would give Scar away? He didn't have a very cautious manner when it came to covering up his path. Kimblee doubted he would think to do as he did, using a slight blast to unsettle the snow behind himself so it would settle back down anew and naturally cover his footsteps. It was more likely that nature had hidden Scar's steps naively on its own.
Kimblee kept his eyes lively, skipping over the horizon. At least he finally had some half-useful subordinates dancing to his tune this time. Jerso and Zampano, Darius and Heinkel, and Fullmetal himself were spreading out even now into a deadly drag net. He was pulling all the strings. He would manage to end this somehow.
One tiny flicker of firelight deep in a mineshaft. To those waiting on the outside, there was no indication that Kimblee stalked his prey even under the earth. However, soon enough, his goals would be adjusted by a hunter mightier than he. But that didn't mean he wouldn't dream. That he wouldn't plan. That he wouldn't want to go. To the ends of the earth.