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[fullmetalbrat]

[The video feed cuts in on a blond teenager squinting dubiously at the camera. His eyes widen a moment later when he notices the video display on the screen.] —Is it working?

Uh—hey. Can people really see this? If there is anyone watching, I'm looking for a guy in a huge suit of armor. Goes by the name Alphonse. [He leans closer to the camera, pointing emphatically.] If you see him, tell him his big brother's looking for him!

Now that I've got that out of the way, I got some more questions for all of you. Someone told me that when people leave this world they forget everything about it, but they might remember if they come back. Is that really true? Is there anyone who's left and come back that I could talk to?

I want to know more about this registration scheme they've got here too. I heard plenty about what you get for it, but what's the catch?

And, [he starts, pausing to glance at something laying just below the camera's field of view], what's a "pop star"?

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[fullmetalbrat]

Whaaaaat?

[God you can just hear the maturity resounding in his tone, right???

With a much put upon sigh he gets up to see what Roy wants.]

[burningbothends]

[Roy looks much more tense than his tone indicated]

I should have said something earlier—Fullmetal, find a way to drop the topic immediately. And no more demonstrations on the network. From now on, only use alchemy in front of another person if it's an emergency.

[fullmetalbrat]

[Ed frowns, losing some of his irritation. He knows Roy to well not to take this kind of attitude from him seriously.]

Why? What's got you so worried about it? It's never been a secret at home.

[burningbothends]

I'm sure I don't need to remind you about how valuable our skills made us back in Amestris. We have no idea what kind of freaks are running around this place, and we can't be certain about the agenda of the American government. The less who are aware of our capabilities, the better.

[fullmetalbrat]

[UGH. He . . . can't really argue with that. At least not while don't they know anything about anyone else's powers yet.]

What about the other crap they gave us? Same for those?

[burningbothends]

... I'll leave that to your discretion. Pretending we came in with nothing would be too suspicious.

[fullmetalbrat]

[SIGH]

I'll figure something out.

[burningbothends]

I have faith you will, Fullmetal. Now you should head back—try to play it down, subtly.

[fullmetalbrat]

You think I can't be subtle?

[burningbothends]

I am positive you're incapable.

[fullmetalbrat]

Listen and learn, Colonel Idiot.

[burningbothends]

I can't wait to see this. Go ahead and amaze me.

[burningbothends]

[He actually pulled that off fairly well... He really has gotten more mature.]

[burningbothends]

[THE FUCK WHO ORDERED MY PROTAGONIST INTO BATTLE.]

[fullmetalbrat]

[Ed starts to motion at Roy to wait—he'll explain in detail later. But then remembers that he can't see. . . . Well that's fine.

Once he's finished discussing things with Texas, he shuts the feed down and slouches back in the chair he'd taken over, glancing in Roy's direction.]

So I guess you didn't hear about what happened at Briggs yet?

[burningbothends]

No, I did not.

[fullmetalbrat]

They released Kimblee and sent him up to deal with me and Al. And then they sent an order through him to carve a "sigil of blood" into Briggs.

[burningbothends]

Tch. So he was the one who started up border hostilities?

[fullmetalbrat]

[Edward nods—wait.]

Yeah. He wasn't going to stop at anything to do it.