Array 062 [Voice/Video]
[The PCD gives a deafening clatter as it slides away through the darkness, catching on a root. The dull sound of of someone being hit, and hit hard, filters through the feed and Alphonse lands heavily on his side. His lip's been split open, bleeding sluggishly into the dirt. The young man's eyes are wide in disbelief, and he reaches up with shaking fingers to wipe the blood away, staring at it. Although it is very dim, someone tall and dark steps over him.
Itachi's face is drawn in annoyance as he stares down at Al on the ground, crimson eyes near to glowing in the dim light. His voice is low, bored yet somehow deadly.]
-- now leave you insolent brat. I'm in no mood to deal with you. Your usefulness as an interesting diversion is over. You cease to amuse. Go home.
[Itachi turns on his heel and strides off, out of the feed. Al's breathing is harsh for a moment or two, but then Al wipes back of his hand across his face, gritting his teeth, and getting slowly and painfully to his feet. He picks up the PCD and heads... in the opposite direction. Blood smears over the screen from his fingers, and the feed cuts out.]
Itachi's face is drawn in annoyance as he stares down at Al on the ground, crimson eyes near to glowing in the dim light. His voice is low, bored yet somehow deadly.]
-- now leave you insolent brat. I'm in no mood to deal with you. Your usefulness as an interesting diversion is over. You cease to amuse. Go home.
[Itachi turns on his heel and strides off, out of the feed. Al's breathing is harsh for a moment or two, but then Al wipes back of his hand across his face, gritting his teeth, and getting slowly and painfully to his feet. He picks up the PCD and heads... in the opposite direction. Blood smears over the screen from his fingers, and the feed cuts out.]