Blend #1: Video

[cafedeinfierno]

[One of the apartments at the Casualty Communal. An empty sofa, and a coffee table with six coffee mugs on it. A white-haired man with some bizarre device on his face has a seat on the sofa, yet another cup of coffee in hand. He glances at the communicator, takes a sip, and sighs.When you don't know what path to take, you keep on walking for the

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[thewarisover]

Try Deathbucks. They've got a decent selection.

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[cafedeinfierno]

So I've heard. I'll be the judge of that.

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[thewarisover]

Ultimately you will. I hope you'll find something you like.

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[cafedeinfierno]

Ha...! No need for hope. If I don't, I'll make my own.

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[thewarisover]

That sounds like a plan. What sort of brew do you go for?

[cafedeinfierno]

All of it.

[thewarisover]

[Chuckles.]

Sounds like you're my kind of guy.

[cafedeinfierno]

There is no bitter blend I will not swallow, with gusto. Blacker than a moonless night, hotter and more bitter than hell itself... that is the beauty of coffee.

[thewarisover]

That's one way of looking at it, I suppose.

[cafedeinfierno]

A man who can swallow the bitter truth will walk unscathed through the fires of trial. That's one of my rules.

[thewarisover]

It's a good rule to have.

Roy Mustang, by the way.

[cafedeinfierno]

Godot. A pleasure.

[thewarisover]

[Nods and smiles.]

I'm the head of Death City's Office for General Security. If you've got any questions or concerns, you're free to ask me. I'll see what I can do for you.

[cafedeinfierno]

Good to have acquaintances in high places.

[thewarisover]

I try to be acquainted with everyone here, really.