followstheflame: (Wearing my civvies)
[Riza looks a little worse for wear, undoubtedly because she's been running all over creation trying to get a grip on the situation. Still, she's in one piece and unhurt, which is a very good thing right now.]

Has anyone figured out a weakness to these creatures in the sky? I may not have any magic abilities, but I'm a damned good shot, if I say so myself.

[Private to Edward Elric//Unhackable] )
followstheflame: (Wearing my civvies)
[Another post comes over the network, accompanied by the sound of rain. It's almost peaceful, if you like such weather, but soon a voice (Riza's, if you know her) speaks.

Her words probably ruin the calm atmosphere, though she is calm despite everything.]


I've found a body in the Southeast quadrant. I recognize him, but unfortunately I haven't learned his name.

[A pause.]

I'm afraid if anyone has noticed a young man missing, this is probably him. I won't show his face publicly, but if you want to see it for confirmation, I will do so privately. I will also need help moving his body as the rain has caused his body to deteriorate somewhat, though I have covered him up as best as I can. But be warned, the sight is...pretty gruesome if you are not used to such things.

[She pauses again, but speaks softly this time, as if that will soften the blow about to come.]

I believe he is a part of the Glee club.


[ooc: The dead person is, of course, Blaine. So have fun freaking out!]
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.]

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