✝ VIII ✝

[eminent_lady]

Would anyone have a shovel they would be comfortable parting with? I need to take out some...garbage.

They'll never find the body.

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[miss_sniper]

A shovel?

[eminent_lady]

I think I have cleaned up the mess, Miss Hawkeye. I hope the strange request didn't disconcert you.

[miss_sniper]

It's just unexpected. Then again, this whole place is.

[If you go to the kitchen, you'll see her cleaning a gun.]

[eminent_lady]

It's true. I would hope to think that asking for a shovel would be one of the more mundane things to happen here.

[Let's just say Mariya is there--she is certainly not bothered by the sight of the gun. Besides, a soldier with a gun? Not exactly surprising.]

Is that yours?

[miss_sniper]

No, mine are still back home. I hope to get my rifle back eventually.

[She looks up at Mariya with a slight smile. She's more dangerous than Roy right now.]

The Colonel gave me this one.

[eminent_lady]

It's strange; when I had heard about his...special powers, whatever they may be, I hadn't expected to see ordinary weapons like that.

[miss_sniper]

I'm not a State Alchemist. I don't have abilities like the Colonel does. I'm a trained sniper.

[eminent_lady]

I see. It's interesting to see the similarities between our worlds despite so many differences.

It's also a relief to know not everyone in this house is a freak.