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[darwinatrix]

[Even if the video feed is rolling, the blonde woman on the camera is apparently unaware of it. Or rather, she seems to be regarding the camera with a perpetually sour expression.] This little thing...? Tch, this is absurd. I have better things to be doing.

[Instantly, her voice changes, taking on an authoritative tone; she is clearly someone who expects her words to be smartly and quickly obeyed. She's carrying herself differently, too, the expression on her face and in icy blue eyes no longer sour but fierce.] This is Major General Armstrong in a wide-frequency broadcast to any Amestrian military units within range. Major Miles, Buccaneer, if you're hearing this, contact me ASAP; we'll regroup.

[She pauses, glancing to the side and muttering to herself; without her trusted aide or field commander, her options are limited. It may be apparent at this point that she is unaware of the video portion of this broadcast.] ...Hell, at this point I'll even take Mustang. He can't be any worse than that good-for-nothing coward brother of mine.

[Her voice and expression change again, returning to her sense of authority, this time with a slight tinge of added contempt.] And Fuhrer Bradley, if you're hearing this, consider this my resignation, you cyclopean son of a bitch.

Armstrong out.

[She reaches for the device, and after a moment of fiddling around with it, the line abruptly goes silent.]

Comments

[video]

[glassinine]

[Well. She seems...pleasant.]

Good day, ma'am; Miles Edgeworth. [A lesser man might make a joke here about "not the Miles you're looking for," but Edgeworth is not a lesser man.]

Are you perhaps referring to Roy Mustang?

[video]

[darwinatrix]

[Not her Miles, no. He's a badass. And this guy's wearing a... cravat?

Wait, she can see him? So he can see her, then. Hm. She keeps her expression neutral, though he might be able to see her gritting her teeth at that name.] Male, average height, unkempt black hair, a perpetual aura of incompetence about him, yes?

Then he's here as well.

[Dammit she was kind of joking she's not sure she actually wants Mustang to be here.]

[video]

[glassinine]

[It's clear that they're talking about the same man, but like hell is Edgeworth going to be party to blatant slandering of a good man.]

No; apparently not. We must be speaking of different individuals: Colonel Mustang is highly competent.

video. 1/2

[alchemicallybonded]

[GULP! He almost felt that icy chill down his back at just seeing her face on the network. But, maybe Al shouldn't be surprised that Major Armstrong's sister showed up around the same time but he kind of is.

Al didn't except the Ice Queen of Briggs at all.

Can he go crawl into a hole to hide now?]

[alchemicallybonded]

[Better to face the music now than the wrath later.]

M-major General Armstrong! I'm afraid there aren't any units, just some of the alchemists.

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[assassinat]

[ Amestrian military. Interesting. Major General seems to be one of the higher ones so she'll tuck that away for now. Fuhrer is another peculiar choice, but she's not going to get into a discussion about that today. ]

Your brother. [ Flatly spoken. ]

The one earlier?

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[darwinatrix]

[Sigh.]

Unfortunately.

[incendere]

(YOU RANG.

ONE SMUG ASSHOLE AT YOUR SERVICE)

Well, well. I had no idea you considered me in such high regard, Major General. I'm touched.

[darwinatrix]

[That voice. That smug, irritating voice.

Ugh, god, why couldn't her superpower be the power to drop very heavy things on Mustang's head from a great distance?]

oop. these siblings are close AKA THIRD THREAD

[heartboxer]

I am no coward! [ How can he be slandered on a public network by his own sister?! ] I assure you, Olivier, that the Armstrong fighting spirit is alive in me and it's stronger than ever given the recent circumstances!

the best, really

[darwinatrix]

[One word.]

Ishval.

[notdaredevil]

You're talking about Fuhrer King Bradley?

[He'd never forget THAT conversation.]

[darwinatrix]

Oh? You know him?

video

[biotically]

[ Military units. Oh. ]

I haven't seen anyone by that name here -- what military are you with, exactly?

video

[darwinatrix]

Amestris' Northern Army. Fort Briggs.

Who wants to know?

[video]

[yatagarasu]

Oh! You're Mr. Armstrong's brother? I can see the resemblance. I'm his housemate!

[...absence of sparkles in this Armstrong's case aside.]

[video]

[darwinatrix]

He is my brother, yes. We have nothing in common. I'm very sorry for you.

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[nestingdevil]

king bradley huh

not the first to ask but hes not around. unless thats changed

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[darwinatrix]

[Interesting. Someone who knows Bradley. It takes her a few moments to figure out how to text.]

I'm beginning to see that.

How do you know him?

(how do you get the text-like font?)

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[longestwinter]

[Well, that's one way to make an introduction. Bucky's hung up on one word, but smiling slightly when he turns on the screen - he's always been a fan of straight talk.]

Fuhrer, huh. Not the kind of guy you send a polite note?

Re: video;

[darwinatrix]

No. I'm not the type to send them, either.

video.

[heralding]

Major General, I hope you do find the people that you're looking for.

[It takes a moment before she goes on.]

Otherwise, the things you've left behind are no longer a choice for you, I'm afraid. We are being asked to live here for the time being, and I apologize for not being able to offer you much clarity on that matter.

But in other areas, I'm willing to help. [Even if it wasn't asked for, but asking for her comrades seems to be a sign that she needs to find new focus. Lightning's willing to help.]

video.

[darwinatrix]

I'm beginning to understand that, yes. Quite annoying. The puppetmasters of this place deserve a swift kick in the rear. [Or the face.]

Start by introducing yourself. Who are you, and what do you do?

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[sassguard]

[ Hell of a voice. Even if she hadn't introduced herself with her title, he probably would have guessed she spent time in the military at some point. ]

I take it you don't like this "Bradley" guy much.

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[darwinatrix]

It's a conflict of business, you could say.