If you'd like to apply to Snowblind and would like to test the waters first or get a sample set up for your application, this meme is for you! We've even provided some prompts for you to use if you want (but feel free to make up your own). Here's how it works.
✭ Reply to this entry with a character you're considering apping into the game. You can include the name of your character and the fandom in your subject line. ✭ Comment around to others on the meme, whether you're in the game already or not. ✭ Now you have a sample ready for your application! ✭ So go reserve and apply when reservations and applications are open. ✭ Seriously, do it.
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ONE: IT WON'T BE LONG NOW... Well, you made a mistake. You spent too long searching around, or you ran outside near the end of the day for just one more thing, and now you've been locked out. You can search around all you want, but the best shelter you can hope for is pressing against the side of a sealed up building. You do still have your tablet, though. Maybe someone on the network can give you some advice, or at least some comfort while you wait for hypothermia to set in.
TWO: CABIN FEVER Maybe you didn't want that mistake of getting caught outside to happen again, but now you've ended up staying too long in one location, and cabin fever has set in. Maybe you're taking to the network to try and ignore the hallucinations. Maybe you want to tell everyone that you've figured out they're all in on your kidnapping. Maybe you ended up wandering off and now you'd really like to know if anyone can check back in the place you were at for your pants.
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THREE: AN UNEXPECTED MEETING You're going about your business searching what seems like it might be an especially promising house--it's fully intact and there's even a working fireplace with some wood! It looks like someone else has the same idea, though, and you've run into them in the middle of your search. Do you share the potential wealth or try to kick them out? On the other hand, maybe you know who this is, or maybe you're just glad to actually see another person for the first time in ages.
FOUR: GOOD MORGUE-NING You've just woken up in a morgue after dying in one unfortunate way or another. You have no idea where you are beyond that, but your tablet is insisting you can't stay here, so you should probably get out of here pretty quickly. Of course, bringing people back from the dead isn't a perfect science, so you're missing something important to you. Maybe you've lost your voice, maybe you can't remember where you're from, maybe you can't remember where you are right now. It looks like someone else is nearby, though. Maybe they can help you out?
It's a good thing that Greed doesn't want to fight while trapped in a morgue-- it's creepy enough right now without him adding another body to it, he decides. Once they've both stepped outside, he immediately pulls what he's wearing (a thick coat? Since when has he worn something like that?) closer around himself. "I didn't think I'd run into you ever again," he says carefully.
His stance is aggressive, like he might pound Kimbley into the ground at any moment, but he refrains. "Damn, it's cold out here." That's muttered, under his breath, as he still watches Kimbley warily.
Greed's not exactly willing to take his gaze off the alchemist, just in case he tries something.
Kimbley isn't wearing any sort of coat outside of the military jacket, so as soon as he's outside he shivers and begins to yank his sleeves down. They're far too big on him and it won't help much, but it's better than nothing. He's pretty jealous of Greed's coat right now.
He's surprised that Greed hasn't tried to punch his face in, but Kimbley's not about to pick a fight right now. If he had his alchemy then sure, he'd love to blow Greed up. But unfortunately, he's completely powerless here. It's also way too cold for him to ever want to pick a fight.
"Yeah. Me either." Probably because Greed was definitely dead, but he rolls with it. "So... what, you're not gonna fight me?" Not that he minds, of course. He's just surprised that Greed doesn't seem inclined to kill him.
In better circumstances, Greed might be nice enough to hand over the coat to Kimbley-- after all, it isn't his. Unfortunately, he can't trust Kimbley any more, doesn't think their former friendship matters much anymore, taking in Kimbley's military uniform. Greed's not a complete idiot. He's capable of figuring out what happened.
"It's too damn cold to fight you," Greed says finally, gazing around as he tries to take in their surroundings. It doesn't look like there's anything but snow for as far as he can see. Where the hell is he, anyway? Greed nearly asks the question aloud, but he doesn't want Kimbley to know he doesn't have a clue where he is.
Greed voices the same thought Kimbley had and that gets the Crimson Alchemist to smirk a bit before he decides that it's too cold for that. As usual, he doesn't seem concerned that Greed's going to go back on his word. Greed doesn't lie, he remembers that much. Honestly though, Kimbley's the sort to trust people at their word no matter how stupid that is. He should probably be more careful, but he's gotten this far so why change now?
Eventually he turns to look at the landscape as well. There's not much but snow. It's more snow than Kimbley ever saw back in Amestris and while he might be tempted to go play in it, he's too cold to even think about getting any more wet than he already is.
"So where the hell are we?" Greed's hesitance to bring it up is probably the smarter way to go about this, but Kimbley sees no harm in asking. He has no idea, so why should he pretend he does?
Greed, for his part, doesn't seem too put off by Kimbley. He doesn't trust the man, will probably never trust the man ever again, but he figures Kimbley isn't going to try anything. Fighting might just get them both killed again-- come to think of it, maybe that's what happened to him before.
He's not really sure why he doesn't recognize the area; obviously he's been here for a while if he's dressed for the weather. "I call it Frozen Hellhole," Greed says in response to Kimbley's question, motioning at the snow. "Come on, we need to find shelter."
"Well, I guess hell must've frozen over if I'm seeing you again, so that name seems pretty accurate." Kimbley's smirking when he says it, but the expression isn't a nice one. While he's not trying to pick a fight with Greed he really can't resist saying it. He's never been good at keeping his mouth shut when he really should.
Greed does have a point though. If they stay out in the cold they're both going to be in trouble. Well, maybe Greed won't. Who knows how Homunculi handle the cold? Kimbley certainly doesn't. He finally nods, the smirk fading. "Yeah, alright. You got any idea where to look or are we just wandering aimlessly? I'm pretty sure I'll freeze to death if we've got no idea where we're going." We instead of you, apparently.
"Don't mistaken what I'm doing for kindness, Kimbley," Greed says, his voice dangerously low. He has no reason to change his mind, or to break his word; he doesn't lie, and he knows Kimbley knows that. Thankfully, Greed doesn't have a specific reason to violently maim Kimbley, even if he is a traitor.
It won't do any good and the effort involved would probably kill him again.
He doesn't answer Kimbley's question right away-- he's not sure how to. The obvious answer is that he doesn't have a damn clue what direction won't kill them. "We'll pick a direction and go in it, unless you have a better idea."
"Kindness?" Kimbley scoffs. He sounds vaguely amused by that. "You really think I'm that dumb? I'm wounded." He presses a hand to his chest as if to appear innocent, but he doesn't even bother altering his expression. His smirk is dark, but he doesn't seem dangerous.
Greed's statement gets him to groan though and Kimbley reaches up to rub the back of his head. "Well, I'm definitely gonna freeze to death. I'm probably better off in the morgue." He glances back toward it, frowning. It's not an idea place to stay, but at least it wasn't this cold. With that decided, Kimbley moves to try to open the doors. "Have fun out there." He says before he's even attempted to pull on the handle.
Of course his luck is terrible, so it looks like the doors aren't going to open any time soon. Kimbley's groan this time is much louder.
"You're stupid enough to wander back to the master who locked you up in the first place," Greed's gaze flickers deliberately to the lieutenant colonel stars on Kimbley's shoulder before he stares back at the snow. He's still not quite willing to give up the coat, but there's a growing part of him certain he stole it off of a dead body.
His expression is still severe. "Nothing to eat in there," Greed says deliberately, after Kimbley's tried to open the doors and failed. "I know you're no good at planning things out, Kimbley, but hiding out in a place full of dead bodies is short-sighted, even for you."
"Beats being dead," The remark is out there before Kimbley can stop to think about it, but he's not really bothered any. It's true. Though he can't really talk about that anymore, so he shrugs and turns to face Greed.
The Homunculus does have a point. Even if he could get back inside there, there isn't anything to eat. He's a despicable person, but he really doesn't have any interest in trying to live on human bodies. He narrows his eyes at the Homunculus' remark but doesn't offer an explanation. Maybe he could say something about Greed not freezing his ass off because he's a Homunculus, but he's not sure that's right, so he opts not to say anything about that.
"Well, there's no getting back in there, so I guess we'll head out." He wishes he could blow up the door and absently flexes his hands.
He's really not sure if Kimbley's being literal or figurative there. "Yeah? Looks to me like we both woke up in body bags, so someone sure thought you were dead."
It doesn't matter that he's out of his element here, that he's still cold despite the coat. Greed's really not the sort to enjoy arguing, but he just thinks about all he did for Kimbley-- about saving the man's life. Martel had been right, Greed shouldn't have trusted him.
Oh well. Nothing he can do about it now, as angry as it makes him. And he's not interested in leaving Kimbley to die, either. "Come on, then," he says and starts to wander into the snow, not really caring what direction it is.
Kimbley shrugs at that. "Well obviously someone fucked up." He's clearly not dead. He should be dead, but he figures that's not something Greed needs to know, so he doesn't bother saying it. He's not going to try to bring the point up again when Greed turns to leave though, and instead shrugs again and follows the Homunculus.
"So how long do you think I can go before I freeze? That'll definitely happen before I starve to death." Talking about his own death so casually is never something that's bothered Kimbley. There's something in his eyes - it's not excitement, but it's close. He's not fond of the cold, but it is interesting to think about what freezing to death would be like.
"You charge into danger so often, who can blame a guy? It must have been a hell of a night. You remember any of it?" Greed's still not sure where he is and doesn't think he can find his way around place covered in snow, but it's starting to feel familiar. Maybe he's been here for a while, because he's never seen any place that looks like this in Amestris.
"Hypothermia doesn't sound like a pleasant way to die," Greed says conversationally. Kimbley being morbid doesn't bother him at all. "Let's focus on shelter first, hmm?"
At least he sounds amused, even if Greed's gaze does flicker every once in a while to Kimbley, making sure he isn't shivering too badly.
"Nope, not a thing." Kimbley shakes his head, but he doesn't look bothered. "It'd be nice if I could, but I've got no idea what happened. Waking up in a morgue's kind of grim though. Maybe it's someone's idea of a joke."
He shrugs again before folding his arms. He hunches his shoulders inward as though that will help protect him against the cold. The over-sized military uniform really isn't made for dealing with snow, so he's freezing. "I used to think seeing snow would be great." He complains. "What a mistake that was."
It should also be impossible to wake up in a morgue. It's one of those one-stop kind of deals.
Greed watches Kimbley for a long moment. The guy's cold. Hell, Greed's pretty cold even with the coat on-- it's a little too small for him, and the temperature means it's going to be a pain in the ass no matter what happens. He pulls the coat off of his shoulders after a long pause. He's not wearing much under it, a sweater-- who knows where he found that.
Greed drapes the coat over Kimbley's shoulders. He's still possessive, even now; still wants to consider Kimbley his even if the man ran off to the military the first chance he got, killing all of his allies in the process. "Here," he says. "We'll take turns wearing it."
Kimbley tenses when Greed throws the coat over his shoulders and while he does look at the Homunculus suspiciously, he's not complaining. Once he's sure that Greed isn't going to yank the coat away from him, Kimbley sets about pulling it on properly and buttoning it up. He stops a couple of buttons down from the neck - no matter how cold he gets, he doesn't like having things pressed against his neck.
"Yeah, okay." It's not a thank you because Kimbley's never bothered thanking anyone. He folds his arms again and while the coat kind of hangs on him, at least it's warm. He's not sure what else to say so he decides to stay quiet, instead continuing to look for something (anything) among the snowdrifts.
Greed's used to Kimbley, even if he doesn't trust him. The lack of a thank you is expected. He'd be more alarmed by the alchemist thanking him, truthfully. He's cold, but stubborn. He won't say anything until his body temperature has dropped significantly.
Not that Kimbley needs to know about that.
He shivers despite himself. "There must be something around here. Just 'cause we can't see shelter doesn't mean it's not around, right?" The homunculus keeps moving. It's about the only way he knows to keep them both alive; if they stop to sit in the snow, they'll just freeze to death.
"You're way more of an optimist than I am, so you probably don't want me to answer that question." Kimbley smirks, but it's not the same nasty expression from before. It's obvious that he's joking. Now isn't the time for that, but as usual, Kimbley sees no problems with being morbid as hell.
He does notice that Greed appears to be cold, which is something he wasn't expecting. Can Homunculi even feel cold? He didn't think they could. This is new. He doesn't comment on it nor does he offer to part with the coat because as far as he's concerned, a Homunculus can handle the cold way better than he can. Ten years in prison will do that to you.
"You see anything? Besides snow. If you tell me you see snow I'm gonna be mad."
"One of us has to be an optimist," Greed says. His tone isn't cheerful; it's very matter-of-fact. He might not trust Kimbley, but between the options of being alone or dealing with a friend-turned-traitor, well...
Greed always did trust too easily.
He's not shivering yet, but that's only a matter of time. Homunculi biology isn't that different from human biology; they're made of the same stuff, just stitched together a little differently. It'll just take his body a little longer to register how cold it is. In the end, the only advantage it gives him is not realizing how poorly off he is.
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His stance is aggressive, like he might pound Kimbley into the ground at any moment, but he refrains. "Damn, it's cold out here." That's muttered, under his breath, as he still watches Kimbley warily.
Greed's not exactly willing to take his gaze off the alchemist, just in case he tries something.
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He's surprised that Greed hasn't tried to punch his face in, but Kimbley's not about to pick a fight right now. If he had his alchemy then sure, he'd love to blow Greed up. But unfortunately, he's completely powerless here. It's also way too cold for him to ever want to pick a fight.
"Yeah. Me either." Probably because Greed was definitely dead, but he rolls with it. "So... what, you're not gonna fight me?" Not that he minds, of course. He's just surprised that Greed doesn't seem inclined to kill him.
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"It's too damn cold to fight you," Greed says finally, gazing around as he tries to take in their surroundings. It doesn't look like there's anything but snow for as far as he can see. Where the hell is he, anyway? Greed nearly asks the question aloud, but he doesn't want Kimbley to know he doesn't have a clue where he is.
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Eventually he turns to look at the landscape as well. There's not much but snow. It's more snow than Kimbley ever saw back in Amestris and while he might be tempted to go play in it, he's too cold to even think about getting any more wet than he already is.
"So where the hell are we?" Greed's hesitance to bring it up is probably the smarter way to go about this, but Kimbley sees no harm in asking. He has no idea, so why should he pretend he does?
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He's not really sure why he doesn't recognize the area; obviously he's been here for a while if he's dressed for the weather. "I call it Frozen Hellhole," Greed says in response to Kimbley's question, motioning at the snow. "Come on, we need to find shelter."
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Greed does have a point though. If they stay out in the cold they're both going to be in trouble. Well, maybe Greed won't. Who knows how Homunculi handle the cold? Kimbley certainly doesn't. He finally nods, the smirk fading. "Yeah, alright. You got any idea where to look or are we just wandering aimlessly? I'm pretty sure I'll freeze to death if we've got no idea where we're going." We instead of you, apparently.
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It won't do any good and the effort involved would probably kill him again.
He doesn't answer Kimbley's question right away-- he's not sure how to. The obvious answer is that he doesn't have a damn clue what direction won't kill them. "We'll pick a direction and go in it, unless you have a better idea."
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Greed's statement gets him to groan though and Kimbley reaches up to rub the back of his head. "Well, I'm definitely gonna freeze to death. I'm probably better off in the morgue." He glances back toward it, frowning. It's not an idea place to stay, but at least it wasn't this cold. With that decided, Kimbley moves to try to open the doors. "Have fun out there." He says before he's even attempted to pull on the handle.
Of course his luck is terrible, so it looks like the doors aren't going to open any time soon. Kimbley's groan this time is much louder.
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His expression is still severe. "Nothing to eat in there," Greed says deliberately, after Kimbley's tried to open the doors and failed. "I know you're no good at planning things out, Kimbley, but hiding out in a place full of dead bodies is short-sighted, even for you."
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The Homunculus does have a point. Even if he could get back inside there, there isn't anything to eat. He's a despicable person, but he really doesn't have any interest in trying to live on human bodies. He narrows his eyes at the Homunculus' remark but doesn't offer an explanation. Maybe he could say something about Greed not freezing his ass off because he's a Homunculus, but he's not sure that's right, so he opts not to say anything about that.
"Well, there's no getting back in there, so I guess we'll head out." He wishes he could blow up the door and absently flexes his hands.
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It doesn't matter that he's out of his element here, that he's still cold despite the coat. Greed's really not the sort to enjoy arguing, but he just thinks about all he did for Kimbley-- about saving the man's life. Martel had been right, Greed shouldn't have trusted him.
Oh well. Nothing he can do about it now, as angry as it makes him. And he's not interested in leaving Kimbley to die, either. "Come on, then," he says and starts to wander into the snow, not really caring what direction it is.
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"So how long do you think I can go before I freeze? That'll definitely happen before I starve to death." Talking about his own death so casually is never something that's bothered Kimbley. There's something in his eyes - it's not excitement, but it's close. He's not fond of the cold, but it is interesting to think about what freezing to death would be like.
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"Hypothermia doesn't sound like a pleasant way to die," Greed says conversationally. Kimbley being morbid doesn't bother him at all. "Let's focus on shelter first, hmm?"
At least he sounds amused, even if Greed's gaze does flicker every once in a while to Kimbley, making sure he isn't shivering too badly.
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He shrugs again before folding his arms. He hunches his shoulders inward as though that will help protect him against the cold. The over-sized military uniform really isn't made for dealing with snow, so he's freezing. "I used to think seeing snow would be great." He complains. "What a mistake that was."
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Greed watches Kimbley for a long moment. The guy's cold. Hell, Greed's pretty cold even with the coat on-- it's a little too small for him, and the temperature means it's going to be a pain in the ass no matter what happens. He pulls the coat off of his shoulders after a long pause. He's not wearing much under it, a sweater-- who knows where he found that.
Greed drapes the coat over Kimbley's shoulders. He's still possessive, even now; still wants to consider Kimbley his even if the man ran off to the military the first chance he got, killing all of his allies in the process. "Here," he says. "We'll take turns wearing it."
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"Yeah, okay." It's not a thank you because Kimbley's never bothered thanking anyone. He folds his arms again and while the coat kind of hangs on him, at least it's warm. He's not sure what else to say so he decides to stay quiet, instead continuing to look for something (anything) among the snowdrifts.
...He is grateful, alright?
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Not that Kimbley needs to know about that.
He shivers despite himself. "There must be something around here. Just 'cause we can't see shelter doesn't mean it's not around, right?" The homunculus keeps moving. It's about the only way he knows to keep them both alive; if they stop to sit in the snow, they'll just freeze to death.
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He does notice that Greed appears to be cold, which is something he wasn't expecting. Can Homunculi even feel cold? He didn't think they could. This is new. He doesn't comment on it nor does he offer to part with the coat because as far as he's concerned, a Homunculus can handle the cold way better than he can. Ten years in prison will do that to you.
"You see anything? Besides snow. If you tell me you see snow I'm gonna be mad."
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Greed always did trust too easily.
He's not shivering yet, but that's only a matter of time. Homunculi biology isn't that different from human biology; they're made of the same stuff, just stitched together a little differently. It'll just take his body a little longer to register how cold it is. In the end, the only advantage it gives him is not realizing how poorly off he is.
"Don't see anything yet."