This canon point...

[destructivesymphony]

Miss,

My, my. This is quite the challenge you've set for yourself, isn't it? That's not to say I'm not intrigued; this will be an interesting little exercise for me if you manage to pull it off. And yet with that said, I'll be impressed if you manage to keep it up; discovering that you're not up to it will be disappointing to be sure, though I can't say it will be unexpected.

However, perhaps I'm feeling optimistic; I'll give you a month, simply because it's almost impossible for this to go badly in that span of time. Anything beyond that is up to you; I can only take you so far, and I refuse to drag you uphill like some sort of stubborn pack animal.

Look at it this way: you have your job, and I have mine. Remain vigilant, do your job, and keep as far ahead as you can at all times; the rest will follow easily enough.

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[glaciates]

[...is that Kimblee in the military uniform...?]

[...Wait, does that mean this Kimblee is pulled from a different point in time?]

[OH GOD WHAT IS THIS]

You shouldn't underestimate everyone, you know.

[Ignore the fact that his whole brain is crying, please.]

[destructivesymphony]

[And for a good long moment he just stares; the voice is certainly familiar, and he'd recognize Isaac anywhere, of course, but there are more than enough differences to throw the whole thing off. He's...older somehow, and his hair is longer, and -

...oh what is that expression for]

Perhaps not, but she hasn't given me much reason to have faith in her.

[Despite his words, however, he doesn't sound annoyed; almost bored, really, or at the very least completely unimpressed.]

[glaciates]

I can't say I'm surprised there.

[He still isn't impressed with his, but she certainly seems intent to keep him around...]

...So uh... you were... pulled from during the war, right?

[destructivesymphony]

Yes; I just received word of my transfer to the Kanda district, which is another reason why I can't say that I'm pleased with this. There's work to be done yet.

[He seems a bit more relaxed now that that's out of his system; still displeased, however.]

It seems the same can't be said for you...?

[glaciates]

[Isaac relaxes as well; that means Kimblee hasn't killed his superior officers (for no reason apparently) yet. He's a lot like he remembers him - except he's taller and has gold eyes, so he's obviously the younger version of the Kimblee he's... da...ting...]

[...Man, this is weird.]

Yeah, I can understand that. The war was a long time ago for me.

[There isn't anything in Isaac's voice with that - no frustration or sadness; it's just a statement.]

[destructivesymphony]

[Yes, well...

...yes, well.]

It's good to see that you managed to pass that deadline I gave you - you clearly saw the end of it.

[glaciates]

I said I would. You should have believed me.

[That's accompanied by a smirk though; he's obviously teasing.]

[destructivesymphony]

Have you ever known me to put my faith in anything without proof, Isaac? Really, from what I'd seen, it could have gone either way.

[...obviously teasing as well, however.]

[glaciates]

Yeah, and that first time I proved you wrong meant nothing, huh?

[It's very easy to relax around Kimblee like this. He's not sure what it is, but there's something very different about this Kimblee.]

[alchemic_waves]

[Constance is just going to quirk her brow because really who in their right mind would let that lunatic in their headspace.]

[destructivesymphony]

[You would be surprised.]

[alchemic_waves]

[Considering she has to share headspace with an Elric, not really.]

You know the uniform does look good on you amusingly

[destructivesymphony]

"Amusingly."

Do I want to ask for clarification, or should I not bother?

[alchemic_waves]

Well, I didn't take you for one that followed orders well, thus the amusement Major.

[Hey Constance can play the role of a good State alchemist if she has to, really she's fighting the urge to drown him, but hey behaving's good.]

[destructivesymphony]

[Goodness, girl, what did he ever do to you.]

I haven't remained in the military this long for nothing, you know. Constant insubordination would get me nowhere.

[alchemic_waves]

[She knows his rep and doesn't like senseless killing]

Bah, you know they can't afford to let one of the Alchemists go. [She taps her hip with her wrist, and a ball of water forms in her hand. She juggles it around almost bored]

And the mun's just going to face palm. Really Constance behave will you

[destructivesymphony]

[...that's nice. Do you want him to buy you a sweetie or something, honey? Because he really doesn't care. He'll be eyeing the water a bit, but he can't say he's too threatened here.]

I never said that they would "let me go," now, did I?

[adjutant]

Your mun certainly has interesting taste, Major Kimblee.

[[It's really the nicest thing that can be said about the whole situation, and it's said firmly, without a hint of emotion or uncertainty. Kimblee has always been unpredictable; best not to anger him.]]

[destructivesymphony]

And if I didn't know any better, I would assume that's a compliment.

[He doesn't seem bothered or offended by her words; they both know it isn't, and he's content to leave it at that. No point in rubbing it in any, really.]

[adjutant]

[[It's nice to know they're on the same page, for once.]]

Do you intend to be here long?

[destructivesymphony]

As long as necessary, Hawkeye. There's no point in arguing on either of our ends, particularly not yours.

[adjutant]

That's Lieu-

[[Riza stops herself sharply, forcing back her displeasure. As much as she dislikes him, Kimblee is a Major, and thus outranks her. Even though he's been discharged back in her own timeline, it's not worth testing his temper if he's capable of using his alchemy. While he's being co-operative, she may be able to get information out of him. Still, the blatant lack of respect is frustrating.

Not frustrating enough, however, to make her bite.]]

I have no intention of arguing with you, Major.

[destructivesymphony]

I'm aware that you don't. It just seems to happen anyway.

A hazard of the occupation, I suppose.

[adjutant]

I don't recall arguing with you in the past.

[[If we're being technical.]]

You don't strike me as the sort to really consider opposing views, anyway.

[destructivesymphony]

I wouldn't call it an argument, per se, but it was conflict just the same. Not all conflicts need to be spoken, but I'll allow you your point.

[Very technical.]

As for opposing viewpoints, I'll consider them. Whether I accept them or not is my prerogative, but I'll always consider.