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: (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: (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: (Finding comfort)
Hm.

[There's a pause after this thoughtful noise and then the voice, recognizable as Riza's, speaks again.]

I think I could get used to baking pies. I still need a little work, though.

I hope everyone has been taking advantage of this overabundance of apples. We might get sick of them, but it's food and we never know if we could run into a shortage.

[Private to Roy//Unhackable]

Colonel...I need to speak with you. I'm afraid this conversation is long overdue.
followstheflame: (They keep us apart)
[This month just keeps getting better and better.  Riza had hated to leave Negi during such a horrible time, but this new city suddenly emerging in the Wastes demands her attention.  She's made her way to the top of one section of the Great Wall, separating the Safezone from the Wastes, and has her rifle slung across her back, the barrel of the weapon visible over her shoulder.  Her hair is pulled back in a hasty ponytail, as well; obviously her appearance at such a time comes second.

But it's still evident that she means serious business.]


People of Adstringendum, there is indeed a city in the Wastelands.  I can see it right now.  I don't know too much about it, but if you do approach it, please do so with caution.  We don't know what kind of tricks the Animus are up to this week.

As for anyone in the new city, we mean you no harm.

[Okay, mostly not.  There are some residents that just do not care, but she doesn't want to frighten anyone.]

If any of you can even see this message, please respond and inform me of your situation.  The more information we have of each other, the easier it should become to work together and figure this out.

Thank you for your cooperation.

[She ends the feed.]
followstheflame: ('Fuhrer Mustang' is not your title yet)
If it is at all possible, I would like to take a few moments out of everyone's time to conduct a quick, painless survey.  I assure you, this will not interrupt anyone's Halloween plans and you may go back to those after I ask a single question.

What are your concerns while living here?  Major and minor, anything.  If something worries you, please let me know.

You may answer however you wish and your answers will remain confidential.  I will not use your identity to skew the results in any way.  I would just like a list.

Thank you.
followstheflame: ('Fuhrer Mustang' is not your title yet)
I hope everyone is well after last week.  If anyone can fill me in on the details of what happened, and any other casualties the network didn't pick up, it would be greatly appreciated.

It may be fruitless to say this, but please be careful.  It seems this summer has been wrought with countless attacks.
followstheflame: (Eyes of a hawk never rest)
[Hello, resident badass sniper First Lieutenant  making another appearance.]

This may be a sensitive subject for some residents here, but I'm afraid it's very important.

My dog needs to be neutered.  If anyone is capable of this, please let me know.

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