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: (For once the clouds have cleared)
[The Meeting Hall is relatively quiet - there are still leftover decorations from the wedding, a month before. From offscreen, but across the room, two familiar figures enter the scene. They were also here a month before. Actually, things don’t seem so different.

Holding Riza close against him with one hand around her waist, the other leads her into a twirl - it’s playful, and when he tugs her back in, it’s to hold her close and press their foreheads together.

If they’re talking, and it’s clear they are - you won’t hear it. After a while they break apart, Roy laughing and Riza smiling, only to clear up the mess on the table behind them.

It’s Roy who approaches the PCD first, a huge grin on his face, and a handful of decorations. His eyebrow arches when he spots the PCD, and instantly his face presses into a pout.]


Riza...

[She walks toward him, some decorations in her own hands.]

Hm?

[A sigh, and a nod toward the PCD, reaching out to take it with a pout. The feed stops a moment later.]


[ooc:  I'm feeling like hell right now, so replies will probably be slow.  Sorry in advance!]
followstheflame: (What do I deserve?)
[The first thing heard from the new post is rapid breathing, and then a voice, shaking and clearly upset.]

...Roy?

[Then there is the sound of buttons being pushed, a few random beeps as the PCD switches to video.  After a hand moves away from the screen, the owner of the voice is then revealed to be Riza, her long hair loose and flowing over her shoulders, though it's obvious she hasn't brushed it yet.

And her eyes, her usually rich, chestnut brown eyes...are clouded.]


Roy, where...where are you?

[She looks lost, scared.  It seems she doesn't know she's being recorded, either.  She lifts a hand in front of her face, over her eyes.  She passes it over the vacant expression once, twice, then lets out a shaky breath and her eyes widen more.]

I can't...I can't see.

[And the feed times out.]
followstheflame: (And you seem to break like time)

ExpandCut for blood, blood, blood and death. )




[ooc:  Permission was used for the Roy cameo.  And yes, Riza just died.  Rhode is a mean little loli.  She'll be back in a few days!

Replies will be made by Roy if he likes you~]

followstheflame: (Coffee holds the truth)
[At first, only the sound of chairs scraping across the floor are heard, along with quiet noises as some cups are placed on the table.  And then...]

...Quiet again.

I'd almost gotten used to him being here.

[The man laughs quietly, though it's only slightly amused.]

Once he realized we're just normal people.

Hm...yes.


[And then the feed goes quiet for a few minutes.  It's an awkward silence, until the man pipes up again.]

The safehouse was a success.

Good, good.  I'm glad to hear it.

Just glad?

[But the woman sighs and offers an alternative.]

...Overjoyed?


...Now you sound ridiculous.


I mean what I say, you know that.

Sometimes.

Roy.


Riza?

I'm glad.  That is sufficient.

[The man, now identified as Roy, chuckles.]

Alright.

[And then the feed goes off.]


[ooc:  Roy is blue and Riza is burgundy.  And their not!child is gone.  Sad not!parents are sad.]

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