followstheflame: (You should probably black that out)
As I am sure you are all well aware, Col. Roy Mustang has, once again, left Adstringendum.

However, should he return by some unfortunate circumstance, please kindly direct him to me, Lt. Riza Hawkeye, so that I may kill him immediately.

Thank you.
followstheflame: (What do I deserve?)
[The PCD turns on suddenly, showing a hand pulling away from it as a figure walks farther away, toward someone who is seemingly asleep in a bed. Eventually they are recognizable to anyone who knows them as Roy and Riza, with the former in the bed and the latter looking like she's just come in from outside. It's also evident that this isn't their house.

Riza stands before the bed, back still to the PCD, and looks down at the occupant. Her voice can be heard just audibly, fondness in her tone despite how quietly she speaks.]


You're getting too thin, Colonel.

[Roy doesn't stir.

A few moments pass in which Riza just watches over him, but then her hand reaches out toward one of his, hovering just above it.

But she shakes her head and pulls back, sighing in frustration at herself.]


Stupid, Riza...

[The feed records her sitting in a nearby chair and then switches off.]
followstheflame: (And they won't stop breaking us down)
[The PCD turns on to show a hand pulling away from it.  Soon, it can be seen that that hand belongs to Riza as she moves to stand in front of the cabinets in the kitchen of the House of Love and Pictures.  Even though her back is to the feed, it's obvious she's unsure about something.  Her hands clench and unclench at her sides and she rocks back and forth, shifting weight from one foot to the other.

Finally, with a short exhale, she reaches toward one of the upper cabinets and pulls out a nearly empty bottle of brandy.  Standing on her tiptoes to peer into the cabinet, Riza then also pulls out a shot glass.  Well, this is a start.  She sets both on the counter in front of her and...hesitates before opening the bottle, but only for a moment.  Soon enough, the amber liquid fills the shot glass and Riza throws it back, then sets the glass back down (with a little more force than necessary) and shakes her head back and forth, cringing.

She breathes for  second, then repeats, though now the bottle is empty.]


...This isn't enough.

[Sighing, she leans over the counter, resting on her elbows, and lets her head fall into her hands.  She doesn't move and the feed switches off.]
followstheflame: (Please do not take or use  <3)
[Riza's voice is quieter than usual and she falls back to relying on an audio post.  She doesn't really want to be seen right now, but she knows that everyone needs to know what has happened.]

I have already told some of you this, or you have found out already, I'm sure, but Roy Mustang has returned to Amestris.

[Private//Hackable to Letter Recipients] )


[ooc:  *These can be found in Roy's drop post.  So if you commented there and Ollie wrote back, you got one.]

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