followstheflame: (Please do not take or use  <3)
[Riza turns on her PCD to make an announcement...

...only to be interrupted right away by three dogs all vying for her attention.  At the same time.  Black Hayate and Dakota manage to get on either side of her on the couch while Sirius (in dog form) pants happily in front of her.  This would be okay if they were sitting still, but as luck would have it, they weren't.  Soon enough they're trying to walk all over her and howling in happiness, though Riza really looks anything but happy, so what is causing this behavior?]


Boys, down.

[No response.]

Boys, downNow!

[She snaps her fingers and points forcefully off-screen.  Slowly, Hayate and Dakota follow her orders, but Sirius, while intimidated, only lays down in front of her.  And cooperates.]

...Don't even think of giving me a face.  I'm still mad at you.

[Riza finally has a moment to breathe.]

Oh my God...


[Private//Unhackable to Alphonse] )
followstheflame: (Can't escape the memories)
[It all happens too quickly.

The PCD turns on by itself (or is it because the piece of dark cloth normally covering it has been pulled away?) and falls to the floor at just the right angle to show not only Black Hayate and Dakota wrestling amongst themselves, but also Riza.

Who just so happens to be changing out of her pajamas and into a shirt for the day.

And if this were one of the filter failings she has been seeing recently, she might be able to forgive it.  But instead, a full view of her tattooed and scarred back is shown, the array large and unmistakeably of an alchemic nature.  Her biggest secret is right there for all to see.

Unaware, she quickly puts on a bra and her shirt.]

Boys, boys, that's too rough.  You can do that outside.

[When she turns to pick up her PCD, which should be on her desk, she quickly finds it on the floor.  And sees the recording light on.

Riza freezes, not wanting to speak for fear of confirming her own suspicions, but quietly curses (Shit!) anyway before turning it off.]
followstheflame: (ROFL I just saw the Colonel's underwear)
[Riza's PCD has a funny tendency to turn on by itself recently.  But this time, she's not drowning her woes in empty bottles or pretending to be fine when she's obviously not.  No, this time the scene is playing out in the park and she throws a stick, both of her dogs racing to retrieve it.  She waits for them, smiling as she watches the animals bump into each other and playfully fight over the stick.

Black Hayate comes out victorious, however, and proudly trots back, dropping the stick at Riza's feet.  She bends down and gives him a quick scratch on the head.]


Good boy, Hayate!

[Of course that makes Dakota jealous.  A little ways off, he barks, as if trying to get some of that attention, even at his distance.]

Dakoooota~

[Hearing Riza sing-song his name, the white fuzzball howls back at her, the noise pretty similar to how she had spoken.  Riza smiles more and picks up the stick, and tosses it again.]

Go get it!

[Immediately, Dakota snatches up the stick in his mouth, but Hayate is on his heels and jumps on top of him, making an all-too-literal dog pile.  Letting the stick fall from his mouth, Dakota decides wrestling with his buddy is much more interesting and proceeds to fight both gravity and the black dog, trying to come out on top.

While all this is going on, Riza watches attentively.

And starts to laugh.]
followstheflame: (Till you see the whites of their eyes)
[At first, the post is quiet, the sounds of Adstring at night evident on the feed, but as one listens longer, heavy breathing can be distinguished, as if from a distance, intermixed with some moaning and a shuffling of feet.  Next, a louder sound of metal sliding on metal, followed by a click, is heard, and anyone who knows firearms will immediately recognize it as the sound of a magazine being put into a cartridge.  If one listens even longer still, a high-pitched whining can be heard from even farther away.  Is that a dog?

Of course, for anyone dealing the zombies as of late, this scene probably will be easily discernible, though still strangely calm.  Whoever is in charge of the weapon clearly has done this before, or something like it.

The pained breathing is getting louder, closer.  A shorter click sounds as the gun is cocked.  And then, a familiar voice, though it's quieter than usual.]


I'm sorry.

[Riza fires the gun, the echo of the shot reverberating for a few long moments.  The breathing has stopped and finally, finally, there's the tell-tale thud of the body falling to the ground.  A few small steps and then another cocking of the gun before a second shot is fired, the sound echoing again, though the bullet makes more of a dull sound this time.

The dogs inside bark tentatively, then return to their whining.]
followstheflame: (It could be wrong could be wrong)
[Riza turns on her PCD, the occasional bark heard in the background, somewhere else in the house.  She looks as if she is about to announce something, but then a crash is heard, soon followed by dogs whining.

Riza just stares blankly at the feed, blinks, and then sighs as she gets up and leaves the room.  She's gone for a few minutes and when she comes back, she makes a private filter.]


[Private to Hawke//Unhackable] )
followstheflame: (Finding comfort)
[The feed is silent for a moment, but then a quiet sound is heard, a sort of moaning, but nothing that is unpleasant.  Instead, it almost sounds like a woman is chuckling sleepily.]

...H-Hey.  Stop that.

[She goes back to the chuckling and something sounds like it's moving against sheets, more than likely the woman.]

Tickles~

[It goes quiet again, but then the sheets move loudly and a dog barks once.]

...Black...Hayate?

[Another affirming bark.]

Hayate!

[And then the feed times out.]

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