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[dragony]

[ The feed opens up with a young woman in what is presumably her apartment. Muted daylight streams in from an off-screen window, tinged bluish-gray for drizzling rain (also heard, though not seen). If not for this cast of color, the wall behind her would be a recently-painted white; it bears no decoration or ornament aside from this fresh coat. As for the focus of the broadcast: an Asian girl in her late teens sits, straight-backed and tense-shouldered, giving her communicator (though not its camera) a focused stare. The most striking thing about her is her hair, of course: a pale, unnatural-seeming sea foam shade of green, with her long fringe swept to comb over her left eye. Beneath that curtain of hair can be seen the lower edge of a red swatch of fabric. The down-turned corner of her visible eye—iris an off-gold color—would make even a neutral expression seem sad.

This is a new and exciting change of pace — if you know anything about the person currently broadcasting. ]

There we are. [ Murmured words; Ruka finally meets gaze with the camera, but gives no smile in greeting. ] So, I'll do my best to keep this brief: I'm looking for a new roommate.

[ Her voice is middling-low in pitch, steady and bored, and her slight accent sounds more closely related to an English-speaking European inflection than an American one. ]

It's a two-bedroom in Maurtia Falls. Not unspeakably far from this town's Porter. We only signed the lease a couple weeks ago, so it's still very new. Full range of kitchen appliances. All of them still work. One bathroom. Not very lived in, yet, if that matters to you.

[ Ruka reaches forward, taking hold of the communicator. She rotates it in a slow three-sixty pan of the living room while she talks. It's very bare: there's the couch she's sitting on, a window, a bookshelf against one wall; a coffee table with two coasters, no cups; the front door, with a coat rack beside it; a partition, then the dining area, possessing a table with three chairs and space for a missing fourth; a wall, panning to the entrance of a darkened hallway, then to another wall; Ruka again. It's a small apartment, and if it weren't for the fact Ruka were in the broadcast, it wouldn't look lived in at all. ]

It's not very big, but it's a lot quieter than living with four other people. The weather is much better up here. It's terrible, I mean, but even so, it's a lot better than the humidity of Heropa.

I moved in with a friend, but he's been exPorted; we have a couple months' rent already paid for, but, it's not a place I can afford to keep by myself, and I'd rather not break the lease, either. Any interested person may apply; I'm not too picky, really. I'd prefer someone closer to my age, but that's not a deal-breaker. I don't mind if you're not human. If you turn out to be a serial killer, though, I don't want to find body parts in the freezer.

[ That's obviously a joke.

... Right......? ]

If you're interested, let me know. My name's Ruka.

Thanks.

[005] VIDEO

[bulwank]

[It- doesn't exactly seem like the best time to be recording this- and not because of what's going lately around er- ya know, events and that... just-

well, because of Gamagori's current- situation.]

[And by that I mean he appears to be half naked, and squatting under a rather huge bar on what appears to be a weight lifting machine. Sitting in that squatted position and flexed out, the weight he's still lifting appears to be actively burdening his upper body. Though he's holding it up rather well, despite how sweaty he is, and despite the um- myriad of wounds he's sporting. Though anyone that was in the Summer Games with him would know about those. He took some heavy damage during it, countless blades, bites, and bombs have went after this man and most of the time he just stood and took it to make sure no one behind him got hit. So yeah- despite all those wounds, bloody and broken, most wrapped up, but some missing their bandaging, he's holding up the weight rather well.]

[The recording seems like it might be a more- casual one, how he finally looks to the camera, a large frown on his face, only to suddenly-]

GOOD AFTERNOON iMPORTS! RECENTLY TRANSPORTED AND THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN OCCUPYING THIS WORLD FOR SOME TIME NOW! I am Gamagori Ira. Registered imPort and CAPE CANAVERAL BOOT CAMP INSTRUCTOR!

[Honestly, did any of you who know him expect any different? Yells with such deep vigor even while currently weight training. Hey- he has to keep his image, right?]

[But after that he'll lower his volume and close his eyes, brows furrowed, thoughtful for a moment.]

First- let me congratulate all those who successfully made it through the previous battle we've fought. I was proud to stand beside you all.

And then- I just wanted to say something aside from that, it came to me, this is unoffical, so feel free to dismiss it now if you are busy. I felt it good advice, and I will share it with you! If you will listen. [Eyes open again, intent.]

Many of the things that happen here we seem to be unprepared for. Be it the setting, be it our prior experiences or lack of them! We must start to be ready for anything, any and all this place throws at us, no matter what direction and who directly it shall come from! It is important to be as water- to roll and move with what influences us, and to crash and swallow when it comes time!

But even then, even without being prepared, with being so, we will sustain many wounds, scars- but you must remember to wear them with pride! Never consider a mark a badge of failure! BUT EVEN THEN REMEMBER, your body is to be RESPECTED. [A hmph, looking intensely to the camera.]

So be good to it, and do not feel shame in getting your wounds tended to, especially if they continue to pain you through time! NURSE YOUR WOUNDS, ANY AND ALL, THOSE FROM FRIEND AND FOE ALIKE! We must rely on eachother. For here, we are all we have, here we are connected, and even if your families are brought here to join us, many of us still can live as a family, and help support eachother!!!

[Silences after that, taking a breath. And finally he'll push up on those weights and hook them back into place behind him, sitting up a little before leaning forward and resting an elbow on his knee.]

Thank you for listening and welcome to any who have just arrived!!

first; video

[respired]

[To be fair, computer-like devices exist on Azeroth. They're ancient consoles, remnants of a civilization that few people now living understand. Compared to this communicator, the old Titan archives are rudimentary -- enormous, clunky repositories of data that take up entire halls. Koltira has heard tales of them, but he's never accessed a Titan device in person.

Consequently, the slim electronic rectangle in his hands is a puzzle box. He presses buttons clumsily until the video starts recording, and even then, the feed is inconsistent. The whole enterprise simply illustrates his lack of technological skill.]

Were we brought here to fight a war, or to waste our time on meaningless tasks? I am not suited to the position forced on me. 'IT customer service' is a phrase I can barely parse.

[He sneers into the intermittent feed. His eyes are bright and cold, and his cracked skin has an unnatural, hypothermic cast to it.]

I will fight, as I must. I'm a soldier. But I'm not a puppet. Not anymore.

[He runs his fingers over his throat, and when he draws his hand away, it's clear that his palm is dark with blood. He's been bleeding slowly for a few days now.]

By the by. If you are skilled in the healing arts, I should like to make your acquaintance.

My name is Koltira Deathweaver.

{2nd Transmutation; Video}

[braided_icarus]

Whoever mentions the word 'camping' again gets a fist to the face. Just saying. Those assholes even got Winry involved in all that, dammit.....

[Oh, yes. Ed is quite evidently still pissed off to high hell over that. Winry is not a fighter and should never be involved in them. Ed's tried to make it a point to keep her out of the front lines back home, as it were. So she never has to see him fighting. But that was unavoidable with the arena mess. At least he didn't get hurt too badly, all things considered. It could be worse.]

Anyway, I had something I wanted to ask, Major. Not....about dinner. About the job thing. They won't let me sign anything because I'm a minor, apparently. I was wondering if you were still willing to help set this up? Maybe they'll let you sign since they're being stubborn about letting me just do it myself.

[Which is ridiculous when he is so used to being treated more like an adult with his status back home and how different things were in general back home with that particular time at 1914, but still. He's working on this. Slowly.]

Also, might have neglected to mention, but Al and I moved in with Winry, so we're at Residence #35 now instead. I know I've offered to help one or two of you with my alchemy, so that's where I am, if anyone needs anything fixed or made, I can see what I can do. Working on setting up a proper shop for it, but....it's a work in progress.