maskormenace | ( ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ )

[ It's dark -- mostly because it's late, but there aren't an excess of lights on, either -- though Reggie's face is faintly illuminated by the light of his communicator screen and also something off-screen that might be a TV or bedside light. Either way, he's recognizable enough, and though he's smirking faintly his expression is otherwise somewhat blank.

He's been staying out of most of the current drama as best as any survival-oriented, cowardly narcissist can, which is pretty damn well. All things considered. Basically he hasn't been leaving the house if he can avoid it, for which has his reasons. ]

So, all right. Hear me out. Anyone else ever noticed how once you're here, you have to just start believin' in everything? Like that any kinda crap is possible and you just gotta get used to it... after a while you don't even have to think about it anymore. [ Which is, you know, nice. In his opinion. ] Nice thing about that is not having to worry so much about whatever happens, I think. No matter how bad things have gotten here, it's never been the end of the world.

... Well, not yet. [ And his brow crinkles at that, but only briefly. ] Kinda makes you think, huh? Like what's the best way to take advantage of being stuck in some world that actually takes okay care of us? Don't even bother arguing with me about that part, it's true and everyone oughta know it. We get a lot of free, fake time to kill being here, so I say it should be obvious: we can do whatever we can't do back where we came from. Anyway, what I actually wanna know is--

Anyone here made a bucket list yet?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

If you say so. [ It makes no sense to him, but it's also not like he knows how to use a gun either. ] Kinda seems like splittin' hairs, except you're choosing the side that's gonna be harder.

[She...really has nothing to say to that, Reggie.]

You're probably right.

[ Whoops. His gift and his curse. ]

I usually am. Not like I'm even trying to be a jerk about it, either, I think everyone's gotta think twice before messin' with that stuff.

Well...I have to be true to myself, too. It's what I do back home - heal people. I just do it by making them arms or legs.

You any good at healing burns, too? Better get good at it, if not.

[She snickers.]

I should learn that, shouldn't I?

[ With a smirk in his voice: ]

It might help. Absolves ya of any collateral damage, at least -- conscience-wise.

I'm sure it does...unless I catch something on fire I can't fix.

Better be even more careful, then. Like I said, you gotta watch it when you're playing with fire.

I suppose I could go to Mr. Mustang for lessons.

[Thoughtful.]

I don't know who that is, but hey. If it works, it works. Why not?

He's a fire alchemist. He works with fire the way Ed works with earth, stone and metal.

[ That pretty much goes over his head. What? ]

Well, as long as he knows about burn treatments and fire horses I guess you'd be all set.

[You know, transmuting a like item into another like item? No?]

I can imagine he does! But Sabriel's a good teacher, too.

[ Funnily enough they don't do that where he comes from...

He allows, begrudgingly: ]

I mean, as long as you don't ever use it around me, whatever happens happens. It's cool to learn, I guess.

I won't use it around you.

...unless you were in trouble and needed help.

I can think of one, maybe two situations ever where fire would help. And trust me, I know how to avoid those pretty good.

Fine, I won't use it around you at all.

( ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ )

VOICE/PRIVATE.

VOICE/PRIVATE.

VOICE/PRIVATE.

VOICE/PRIVATE.

VOICE/PRIVATE | I'm sorry for the delay, had to take a sudden hiatus!

VOICE/PRIVATE | Welcome back!

VOICE/PRIVATE | thanks!

VOICE/PRIVATE | You're very welcome!

VOICE/PRIVATE

VOICE/PRIVATE

VOICE/PRIVATE

VOICE/PRIVATE

VOICE/PRIVATE

VOICE/PRIVATE

VOICE/PRIVATE

VOICE/PRIVATE

VOICE/PRIVATE

VOICE/PRIVATE