[If there's one thing Kimbley has realized about himself, it's that he is completely, hopelessly bad directionally. Even so, he doesn't think that he's normally this bad at getting lost.
Whatever the hell is going on, he doesn't like it in the least. His palms itch, and he wishes, more than anything, that his alchemy worked in this damn place. He curses under his breath, feeling anxious and a little alarmed. He's alone, unarmed, and he's starting to get the feeling that he's being followed. It's making him want to blow up something.
Kimbley claps his palms together in a swift movement, even though it does absolutely nothing anymore.]
Stop following me!
[It's not until it's out of his mouth that he realizes hissing at the air is going to accomplish nothing. Kimbley feels on edge. He doesn't get nervous. Yet here he is, feeling anxious and helpless and it's starting to get to him.
He stands in the clearing, glaring, hoping whatever it is that's laughing at him leaves.]
Zolf Kimbley / Fullmetal Alchemist 2003
[If there's one thing Kimbley has realized about himself, it's that he is completely, hopelessly bad directionally. Even so, he doesn't think that he's normally this bad at getting lost.
Whatever the hell is going on, he doesn't like it in the least. His palms itch, and he wishes, more than anything, that his alchemy worked in this damn place. He curses under his breath, feeling anxious and a little alarmed. He's alone, unarmed, and he's starting to get the feeling that he's being followed. It's making him want to blow up something.
Kimbley claps his palms together in a swift movement, even though it does absolutely nothing anymore.]
Stop following me!
[It's not until it's out of his mouth that he realizes hissing at the air is going to accomplish nothing. Kimbley feels on edge. He doesn't get nervous. Yet here he is, feeling anxious and helpless and it's starting to get to him.
He stands in the clearing, glaring, hoping whatever it is that's laughing at him leaves.]