004 | Mustang | July 18, evening | Shadow | VIDEO
[The video feed is scratchy and the lighting is no good, but the transmission SEEMS to be coming from a room...
Or is it a butcher's shop? There's a lot of buckets with suspicious-looking stuff, and all of them surround what appears to be Roy Mustang sitting cross-legged on the floor an arm's length from the PDA, which appears to be on the floor. He's bent over double, and rather vehemently scribbling something down in a notebook. Every now and then, however, he'll stop and snap his fingers a couple of times. Snap, snap, snap, then a frown at his own hand, and then back to writing.]
...And if this occurs, bang. Chain reaction. Next event, new possibilities.
[Snap, snap, snap. A disgusted sound, then back to writing.]
Lack of flame. Anti-alchemist magic? Is that even possible? Plans may be derailed. Cannot afford that. Too much at stake. Too much lost as it is.
[Vehement scribbling. 'Roy' pauses, as if in thought. Then, when he speaks again, he does so softly, with brief pauses for breath or to jot down more.]
Oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, calcium, phosphorus, potassium, sulfur, sodium, chlorine, magnesium, iron, fluorine, zinc, silicon, rubidium, strontium, bromine, lead, copper, aluminum, cadmium, cerium, barium, iodine, tin, titanium, boron, nickel, selenium, chromium, manganese, arsenic, lithium, cesium, mercury, germanium, molybdenum, cobalt, antimony, silver, niobium, zirconium, lanthanium, gallium, tellurium, yttrium, bismuth, thallium, indium, gold, scandium, tantalum, vanadium, thorium, uranium, samarium, beryllium, tungsten...
[Tap tap tap, goes the pen. Snap snap snap go the fingers.]
From most to least. Measurements accurate. Perfectly accurate. Elements of life. Possibilities.
Tempted once. Tempted again, even in the face of failure.
['Roy' goes perfectly still. Then, his head turns abruptly, zoning onto the PDA and whoever happens to be watching him. He doesn't have his eyepatch, revealing a network of scars marring the blind eye.]
Odd, isn't it, what one wishes he could do if only to atone. To say goodbye.
[He reaches over and cuts the feed off.]
(ooc: GOT MOD PERMISSION TO BREAK INTO BUTCHER'S SHOP. Hit me up if you guys want to run into this one, or help Roy find him or something idk!)
Or is it a butcher's shop? There's a lot of buckets with suspicious-looking stuff, and all of them surround what appears to be Roy Mustang sitting cross-legged on the floor an arm's length from the PDA, which appears to be on the floor. He's bent over double, and rather vehemently scribbling something down in a notebook. Every now and then, however, he'll stop and snap his fingers a couple of times. Snap, snap, snap, then a frown at his own hand, and then back to writing.]
...And if this occurs, bang. Chain reaction. Next event, new possibilities.
[Snap, snap, snap. A disgusted sound, then back to writing.]
Lack of flame. Anti-alchemist magic? Is that even possible? Plans may be derailed. Cannot afford that. Too much at stake. Too much lost as it is.
[Vehement scribbling. 'Roy' pauses, as if in thought. Then, when he speaks again, he does so softly, with brief pauses for breath or to jot down more.]
Oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, calcium, phosphorus, potassium, sulfur, sodium, chlorine, magnesium, iron, fluorine, zinc, silicon, rubidium, strontium, bromine, lead, copper, aluminum, cadmium, cerium, barium, iodine, tin, titanium, boron, nickel, selenium, chromium, manganese, arsenic, lithium, cesium, mercury, germanium, molybdenum, cobalt, antimony, silver, niobium, zirconium, lanthanium, gallium, tellurium, yttrium, bismuth, thallium, indium, gold, scandium, tantalum, vanadium, thorium, uranium, samarium, beryllium, tungsten...
[Tap tap tap, goes the pen. Snap snap snap go the fingers.]
From most to least. Measurements accurate. Perfectly accurate. Elements of life. Possibilities.
Tempted once. Tempted again, even in the face of failure.
['Roy' goes perfectly still. Then, his head turns abruptly, zoning onto the PDA and whoever happens to be watching him. He doesn't have his eyepatch, revealing a network of scars marring the blind eye.]
Odd, isn't it, what one wishes he could do if only to atone. To say goodbye.
[He reaches over and cuts the feed off.]
(ooc: GOT MOD PERMISSION TO BREAK INTO BUTCHER'S SHOP. Hit me up if you guys want to run into this one, or help Roy find him or something idk!)