[The feed flickers on to show Riza's clean desk, but there is something on it.  A rose?  Upon closer inspection, one can see it's made of wood, delicately fashioned, but still strong.  The work of an alchemist, though the normal person wouldn't know that from a look only.  But Riza is not there.  Her door is open and suddenly a sound can be heard ( Read more... )

[The feed turns on as something falls away from the PCD, probably whatever Riza uses to cover it up at night.  We see Riza with her hair down, a rare occurrence, and in pajamas.  She has a pillow in hand and slowly opens the door in the dark, not wanting to bring attention to herself.

Where is she going?

Once the door closes, the feed stays on for a ( Read more... )

[The feed turns on to show Riza sitting on her bed with a long piece of red fabric.  Anyone who was at the Bol Masque would recognize it as the shawl she had with the enormous red dress.  She holds one end in what looks to be the middle and then looks to the window squinting against the harsh winter light.  A few seconds later, she reaches over to ( Read more... )

[The feed flickers on to a sideways view of the kitchen table, the PCD laying on the counter.  The table is covered with a towel and Riza sits, cleaning her pistol.  She takes it apart slowly, careful movements honed from years of experience.

After all of the pieces are laid out on the table, Riza moves to a drawer to get a rag, yawning on the way ( Read more... )

[The feed flickers on to show Riza's bed, with Riza still in it.  Looks like she's forgotten to cover up the PCD.  Oops.  The sun filters in through the curtains and as a ray warms her face, she moans quietly and turns her face away from the window, trying to stay out of the light and stay asleep.

Her hair is everywhere and some could call it an ( Read more... )

[The feed turns on abruptly as Riza sets down her purse and the PCD just happens to angle itself so it shows a small stack of papers in Riza's hands.  She mumbles to herself, not realizing she is being recorded.]

Why was this in the store?

[The top of the stack has this scene in perfect condition.  As she skims through the threepages, she ( Read more... )

[Riza is on her bed, reading a book on philosophy while Sirius is standing next to the bed, wagging his tail when Riza pets him.  After a few seconds, Riza turns the page and doesn't look away from the book.]

Sit.

[Sirius obeys and waits for more petting as reward.  Riza looks over at him and smiles a little bit, scratching behind his ears.]

You're a ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on just as Riza finishes pulling on her skin-tight, black shirt, the bottom part of her tattoo visible for a split second.  She then proceeds to pull her hair back up and clip it into place.  Riza has adopted the soldier look once again.

On her bed we can see her beach attire, a blue, high-necked and sleeveless top and a flowy, ( Read more... )