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10th bomb||Hayato Gokudera|| [video/inperson]

[After hearing from Megamind about his room the teen GUNS IT to see for himself. Low and behold his room is a blackened husk of it's former self. He runs in, looking around at it desperately. There was hardly anything recognizable left of the bed... his dresser was reduced to nothing but charcoal.

He stands there for a moment, face pale and his jaw hung open. He snaps out of his trance and rushes to the only thing still standing in his room. A bookshelf. He feverishly begins rummaging through it starting at the bottom, obviously looking for something. As he does so his black berry tumbles out of his pocket and switches on to video.

Hayato continues undeterred gradually working his way up to the higher shelves. Once he can no longer reach, he steps on one of the lower shelves to hoist himself up. Just as he seems to have something in his grasp, the shelves give out, causing him to tumble onto the floor, landing on his back. He sits up, holding what appears to be the charred remains of a little wooden toy are in his soot-blackened hands. He swallows hard, and it seems that his eyes begin to water... just a little.

He just sits there looking at it. The only thing he had left to remember his mother by...]

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[[Kimblee again has a little moment of jovial, light-hearted chuckling, his hands going into the pockets of his long white over-coat while he steps back. Let the teen have some room to inspect the empty space where the array disappeared and recreated what it had intended to.]]

I tried to replicate what you showed me from memory, I hadn't seen the whole thing though so you'll have to excuse the craftsmanship. As for what I have to gain- Let's say I have a bit of karma to make up for.

[[Though what he's really gaining is word of mouth if his tricks of the trade are anything as useful as he thinks they will be.]]

Though for trust, that's your own business. I've no reason to take the item, and it's already ruined, what more could I do but try to restore it? Is it a security item for you, young man?

Someone important gave it to me a long time ago.

[Hayato is still far from convinced of this guys intentions, but he does take a tentative step forward. This isn't so much unlike trying to get a wild animal to eat from your hand]

You could just break it to be a dick. I've seen people do worse shit for laughs. What was that? Magic or somethin'?

[[Kimblee recognizes as such the 'wild animal' aspect. He's used to gaining trust in people ~~so he can get close enough to immolate their bodies~~. He stuffs both hands in his pockets, not moving from his spot.]]

I could, you're right, but I've nothing to gain. My sense of humour lies elsewhere- As for what you witnessed, no. It's purely science.

Come now, pick a few things that are meaningless, let me fix them to prove I'm not in any measure going to harm your possession.

[The teen takes another few, tentative steps closer, still clutching the destroyed toy tightly in his hands. Under normal circumstances he just would have booted the guy out of his room, but...if there was a way to reverse the charcoal-ified toy....]

You won't have to touch it or anything will you?

[[Kimblee smiles a friendly enough smile, he's not put off by the adverse thought of him having to touch something obviously valuable beyond means of normal attachment.]]

No. You'll simply have to set it in the array, I won't touch anything but the edge of the array. I can't promise perfection if I have to use a secondary array to set the main one off- so that's how close I'll have to come to it. Besides-
[[He points behind him over his shoulder, not losing eye-contact.]]

I live just down there, you can feel free to destroy what you need if I'm lying.

[The teen kneels down and gently lays the toy in the center of the circle with utmost care. Then stands up, takes a step back.He reaches behind him an pulls out a handful of dynamite. Handmade, but the quality looks professional.]

Fuck it up and I swear to god I'll fucking kill you. Right here.

[[Kimblee watches the skeptical teen, he's fine with it, let him be skittish. He doesn't know just how close to dying he could possibly come by being just this close to the Crimson Alchemist. But it's not so much any of that-- its what this boy suddenly pulls out of the blue.

Explosives.
His eyes rake over them and their quality, they're probably just as deadly as that promise. It quickens his heartbeat to see and he almost wishes he could screw it up just to feel the reverberation of the blast against his skin, maybe even mix in his own. But unfortunately, that little delight goes against his bigger plan and finding the underground around here is the bigger one.]]

I'd deserve it, if its this important.

[[He kneels down to make himself less threatening and begins to take a better look at what he had before and then what the difference may be based on the shape and what is actually there. True to his word he doesn't touch the bobble but shoves the littler version that he had made for proof closer, there's char and ash- ash can't procure much more than more ash in some instances so an extra bit of material never hurt anyone.

He rubs the bottom of his chin while he thinks, 'hmm'ing to himself before he etches a few things along the outside of the circle to help it disappear once he's done this transmutation.]]

Step back please, I wouldn't want any of you to be added by accident- even a slip of your foot inside could be dangerous for you.

[[He doesn't give much time before once more he's pressing his hands to the circle and it lights up in electric shock-waves dancing a lightning-dance around the symbols and etchings and eventually to the center where it again finds itself a blinding light. When the light comes back down, a little weaker feeling, Kimblee stands back by pushing himself up off his hands, there's toothpicks beside the original.]]

The rest is left over material. You'll find it accurate, I assure you. With the circle gone, you're safe to step near it.

[The teen steps back a little as told, just enough to be out of the circle. He bites his lip as the man works, getting increasingly nervous as to what would happen... What if it broke? What if this guy screwed it all up so that there was nothing left?! Even killing this guy wouldn't be able to make up for the value of the lost toy.

Just as his doubts get the better of him and he's about to call it off, the circle sparks to life, and the teen is forced to shield his face with his arms. When it stops his arms linger for a moment before slowly lowering, fearful to look at the result. But what he beholds if far from what he feared.

He takes a few slow shaky steps toward the toy before he feels the strength of his legs give in and he falls to his knees. He drops the dynamite just next to him as he reaches forward, gingerly scooping the toy up in his sooty hands. He turns it over, spins a wheel, squeezes it lightly leaving grimy little fingerprints on the paint. It was perfect. Just how he remembered it. He was left speechless... he thought the toy to be lost. Having it back after mourning it so... it was overwhelming... he wouldn't cry though. Not in front of a stranger... however when he tried to thank the man he found he couldn't speak... or even look up at him. Just fixate on the gift from his mother]

[[Kimblee takes a deep breath and tries to shirk off the feeling of fatigue. That was meticulous and he's been doing alchemy a lot lately to try and keep places up in his own room. But this ought to actually give enough eagerly that he's got a small foothold starting within this manor.

He brushes off some dust from his white pant legs and then stops to look down at Gokudera. How pathetic that such a stupid thing has a man on his knees, has him absolutely attached to itself. It makes him sick to think that the younger generation is growing up like this, though his face didn't even begin to show what his mind had made up.]]

I'll take it that you'll not be exacting any revenge.

[[...He couldn't help it, he's been resisting much too much. He needs to feel what it feels like to have the hand of god and yet at the same time not allow for any one person to know just how close to death they are by just his hand. He kneels again down next to Gokudera and sets his hand on the youth's back. Just one more hand. That's all it would take, he takes in a deep breath that sounds like maybe he's steeling himself instead of trying not to blow the young man up. Besides that, he'd pulled explosives. Maybe this is one he wants to leave alive.]]

Chin up, young man. Nothing is ever truly lost when you know how to fine tune it, hm?

[He swallows again, and blinks a few times, clearing his eyes of moisture and pulling himself together.

It's the last thing my mother gave to me... thanks.

[The teen tucks the toy into his shirt pocket. His mother was lost to him, he had no pictures of her... his memories of her were shaky... but he had the one little gift to try and cling to one bit of normalcy his life had.

He picks up his dynamite off the floor, and reaches back to tuck the sticks away in his belt along with the rest]

[[Kimblee wants to roll his eyes, but really- is that appropriate? No. No it isn't. So he just keeps it to himself, his hand steady on Gokudera's shoulder. He's not embracing the boy or anything, simply providing a hand to ~~sit there and be a crazy psycho in his mind~~ allow him to know he's not alone all while facilitating his need for power over another without them even knowing.]]

Ah..
You're welcome, I can see now why it's so important an item. I'm glad I could help.

[[Even if he really wants to say 'grow some balls and get over it'. Though, perhaps he could do one better than that and be even more polite about it all while putting that foot further into the proverbial door.]]

I lost my mother when I was young too, young man, the experience never goes away but then neither do our mothers, hm?

[Hayato shrugs off the hand and stands up. Now that's he's got a bit more control of himself, he has reverted to his dislike of being touched.]

I didn't know who she was until long after she died...

[He shrugs a bit, he didn't like talking about it but he really didn't have much of an experience with his mother]

I dunno, this thing... it's kinda like bein' able to pretend to be normal. I know it's stupid.... but... it got me through livin' in Italy...

[The teen takes a cigarette from the box in his pocket and lights it. Just what he needed. Something to calm his frazzled nerves]

I'd rather if you didn't tell anyone about this...

[[Kimblee admires that he's suddenly, indeed, growing that set previously mentioned and stands up, taking the shrug off very well then sets his hands in his pockets. He stands there, quietly, listening to what Gokudera has to say.

Half of it is information gathering and half of it is because it looks good on his behalf to be able to do it. Mind you that dirty habit he didn't like, but it's not his body or his life either to deal with. He's no one's father (that he knows of at least).]]

My lips are sealed, young man. I'm not the sort to go spouting off secrets that people have confided in me.

[[No, he's just the type to use them to blackmail instead.]]

If you feel at any time you'd like to come talk, I'd be more than happy to ~~make you think I care~~ listen. Now there's only one thing left that I'm most concerned with as your gift has been restored. Your name?

Thanks.

[The teen takes a deep drag from the cigarette, then lets it out in a long drawn out sigh. He was more then a touch embarrassed about how he reacted in front of a total stranger... he probably looked like a total wuss. More then probably actually, since he added the "I'm here to talk" bullshit. Hayato would get shot in the face before he just talked about that shit out of his own free will.]

Yeah, sure... [translation: not chance in hell] I'm Gokudera [not going to give him a first name...], and you are?

[[Aaaaaaaaaaand the tough guy act. Kimblee isn't sure which he hates more, this or the kid actually showing real emotion. He hates liars but he hates people who are weak and unfit in the same manner.

He takes his hat off, putting it to his chest politely.]]

My name is Zolf Kimblee, it's my pleasure to meet you, Gokudera.

[[No not really. But the pleasantries are there.]]

I find myself wanting to ask just what sort of young man carries around explosives- you make them yourself?

[He takes out one of his smaller sticks of dynamite from his wristband]

I was a hitman back in Italy, it just kind of became part of my job usin' it.

[He twirls the small stick through his fingers before tucking it back into his wristband]

Yeah, made and developed them all myself.

[he smiles proudly. He knew that almost no other kid his age could pull off such a feat]

[[Kimblee eyes the dynamite and the use of technique in holding it in the young man's hand. He's seen lesser weapons held with lesser respect, this tells him he's not joking at least. He has no clue what an Italy is, but it's cute to think that kids are playing games like 'hitman'. They're killing one another there at that age too- how quaint and how interesting for that matter. Then again he's assuming other children do the same thing; that this one had actually killed anyone with it.

If only Gokudera knew just how young Kimblee was doing things with his bare hands, or at least chain-reaction human bombs.]]

An explosives expert! How lovely, and just down the lane too.

[[He chuckles softly.]]

Tell me then, Gokudera, how many of you young folk are playing this game of killing one another in your 'Italy'? You don't fear for your life?

[Hayato raises a brow, things were kind of piecing together... this guy would probably be the type who would hire him... well, once a hitman always a hitman...]

Well, I started off younger then I was supposed to... I ran away from home when I was eight, and this stuff comes in handy livin' on the streets.

[Hayato casually leans back on his wall as he smokes]

Buildings were my usual target, sometimes events too, but dynamite ain't made for one-person hits. If they wanted that then they would hire a sniper.

[He exhales another lungful of smoke]

Not to say no one ever died... it just.... wasn't intentional. I never really knew who died in my hits.

[[Kimblee listens to him, keeping quiet otherwise so the young man wouldn't clam up. He wants to hear what he's got to say, to see if he's anything as worthy an alchemist in his own right. ..Sadly as soon as he says he's never witnessed the fear in someone's eyes while the light falls from them, it pangs his heart.

That poor boy, a hitman without ever having experienced his hit up close and personal. Then again explosions were so much like that when you didn't use your two hands.]]

That's too bad, not about the death [[Yeah no he doesn't mean that part.]] - But that you're a hitman who has never experienced death. Your line of work requires it does it not? If your "hit" went wrong and someone was to lay their hands on you, would you have the ability to kill them with your own two hands?

[[It's a flat-line question, he's obviously serious about it, yes much like a potential bidder- but for his own reasons really.]]

Of course I would, but I wasn't usually their if it did go wrong. It was always sneak inside, plant some times bombs and leave.

[Hayato doesn't take his eyes off the other man. He was only going to divulge as much info as necessary. Shifty guys like this, shouldn't be trusted. Sure he owes him for fixing the old toy... but he wasn't going to neglect common sense for the sake of a favor...]

I can take people head on. I've done it before. I don't do hit's like I used to, got a new job I guess you could say. Requires more up close and personal combat.

[With no look of condescending, Kimblee continues his little information collection with Gokudera about his style of hit. He realizes that it must be odd for him to be asked random questions about how he kills people and puts his hand up in the air after in a manner of trying to look innocent. The poor thing, he must have sent off the wrong impression for sure.]

It's purely interest through your methods, where I'm from I use explosive measures as well. I've gone from military to self-contracting as such.

[Hayato's expression didn't change, he wasn't buying that shit for a second]

Bullshit. You're like me. A hitman. Only you're the type who get off on the hit. If you weren't you wouldn't be spendin' so much time talkin' about deaths, unless you were lookin' to hire me. which since you do the same thing, I doubt.

[He crosses his arms his glare hardened. People always assumed he was gullible just because he was young.]

I may be young, but I'm not stupid. I can read between the lines.

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Great, now Kimblee's going to eyegasm over that ROFL

Who wouldn't eyegasm at the stick in his pants?

Belphegor. ...Maybe. Probably not. ..........Maybe. ..... No definitely not. Or Hiiro.

PPPPFT SLANDER AND LIES

LOL NONE OF THE SORT DAMNIT. Headcanon ahoy.

PPPFT THIS WHOLE TOY THING WAS HEADCANON!

regfduhjk YOU TRICKED ME.

XDD Well his mom DID have a package in the car when she died, THAT IS CANON!

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