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[firebreak]

[Judging by her appearance alone, Hawkeye has clearly seen better days. Face stern with concentration, a small frown pulls her mouth in what seems to be its habitual expression. Her long blonde hair is loose, streaked with dirt and blood, as is the jacket she has buttoned up as far as it will go. Traces still cling to the curve of her cheek, but the bandages at her throat are clean.]

Is it...?

[She brings the communicator slightly closer to her mouth as she would a typical radio, her straight shoulders settling even straighter. Her tone, like her expression, is brusque, business-like, tightly controlled. Any personal emotion about situation is undetectable; this is a soldier speaking, through and through.] This broadcast is intended for any Amestrian military personnel. This is Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye speaking, aide to Fuhrer Bradley, calling to any Central and Northern units present--please report.

To anyone else who may be listening--I am seeking immediate information on the conditions and whereabouts of the following: Master Sergeant Kain Fuery, Second Lieutenant Vato Falman, Second Lieutenant Heymans Breda, Lieutenant Rebecca Catalina, Colonel Roy Mustang, Major General Olivier Armstrong, Fuhrer King Bradley. They may be injured or otherwise incapacitated. I would be grateful for any information that is provided.

[Business done, she doesn't linger. The camera turns away and is quickly switched off.]

Comments

[filthyworld]

[ Wait, what.

what. ]

Fuhrer?

[firebreak]

His title. Do you have any information?

1/?

[incendere]

(I can't decide which is more boring: paperwork, or driving this school bus)

[incendere]

(THIS IS THE SEVENTH TIME I HAVE HEARD "THE SONG THAT NEVER ENDS" IN THE PAST 15 MINUTES I AM GOING TO FRY SOMEBODY)

[incendere]

(To the kids:)

WOULD YOU SHUT U--

[incendere]

(Wait.

Did I just hear...)

[incendere]

(Reaching for his communicator.

It couldn't be...)

[incendere]

(His eyes glance over the screen quickly--just enough to take her appearance in. The way she carries herself and the sound of her voice are unmistakable. It's her.)

Lieutena--

[incendere]

(WOAH THIS BUS IS VEERING TO THE SIDE AND THAT IS A LOT OF HONKING AND SCREAMS FROM THE CHILDREN BEHIND HIM)

[incendere]

(HOLD ON TRYING TO PULL THIS BUS OVER)

Re: 1/?

[incendere]

(Well, that was close. He takes a look behind him to make sure all the children are okay. Since none of them seem to be hurt, he turns his attention to the passing drivers, waving a hand as they continue to honk at him.)

[incendere]

(Oh right! He quickly scrambles for his device.)

DONE

[incendere]

(Amid the sound of crying children, honking, and continued screaming:)

Lieutenant. Are you all right?

[glassinine]

Good day. It sounds as though Colonel Mustang has found you, then.

[firebreak]

In a manner of speaking.

voice;

[notdaredevil]

[Hold the phone.]

Fuhrer King?

[That doesn't sound good at all.]

voice; FMA NAMES...(also phone tagging sorry for errors)

[firebreak]

Fuhrer Bradley. I'm not in the habit of referring to him by his given name.

audio

[gevurah]

[ Fuhrer... Kate wrinkles her nose at the word. ]

The Colonel is... [ A pause as she checks above. Roy, what are you doing. ] Seems like you found each other.

audio (PHONE TAGGING I'M SORRY)

[firebreak]

[what is he ever doing. who gave this man a license.]

Thank you, yes.

audio

[firebreak]

Would you happen to have any information on the others?

[symmachy]

There's a Colonel Mustang here, but I don't know about the others.

[firebreak]

Thank you.

[there is smoke still rising from those tire tracks, oh my god.]

I think I've found him.

➥ AUDIO | 1/2

[nestingdevil]

[Usually, Greed has the network at the ready just in case something interesting pops up. Between the bar and other business, he usually has plenty to keep him busy. It's like background noise - as he prepares for another evening of the usual suspects.]

[But then there's a name he recognizes. Really recognizes. And the homunculus jerks still.]

➥ AUDIO | 2/2

[nestingdevil]

[Wrath.]

[There's a dull thud of a glass and Greed's tone is a bit of a contrast. Snide, but low.] King Bradley, huh.

[fingerbang]

[ dog in the fireplace this is not a drill this is not a drill at all
also it's too early for a combo i'm sorry kibs you're all alone here, which means Riza gets no smalltext'd respite before the homunculus pileup happens! ]

You're much more to the point than he was.

ok i will combo you instead

[firebreak]

[INVINCIBLE DOG IN THE FIREPLACE IS IMMUNE TO YOUR STABS]

[but also, what the hell. what the hell. what the hell.]

video

[chiefdefense]

[One familiar name aside, there is pressing business to attend to here!!!]

Are you sure you don't need to get checked out at the hospital? You look like you've been through a lot Miss Hawkeye.

video

[firebreak]

I've been seen already. [She shrugs slightly, with a vaguely sheepish expression.] Perhaps I should have taken the time to clean up first.

[kattobings]

I haven't heard any of those names, but I haven't been around much. I've been helping my friend that came with me.

[ And by helping, we mean fighting. ]

I can write them down though, or something, so I can see if I hear anything!