Array 062 [Voice/Video]

[bloodseal_soul]

[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

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[flash_of_yellow]

Alphonse-kun!

[Voice]

[bloodseal_soul]

[Al's voice is utterly calm.]

Mr. Minato.

[Voice]

[flash_of_yellow]

[Minato's, on the other hand, is quite angry]

This is my fault.

[Voice/Video]

[bloodseal_soul]

[A touch of hardness enters the voice.]

I doubt that, Mr. Minato.

[shadedsunlight]

...What's going on?

[Voice]

[bloodseal_soul]

Nothing much.

[shadedsunlight]

That doesn't seem or sound like it, Alphonse.

[Voice]

[bloodseal_soul]

[Al's voice is guarded, distant.]

You've never seen a fight get out of hand, Ginia?

Sometimes it happens.

[meteo_sniper]

Al!

[Voice]

[bloodseal_soul]

I'm fine, Lockon.

[Private // Unhackable] [voice]

[meteo_sniper]

You don't look fine.

[Private // Unhackable] [voice]

[bloodseal_soul]

It's nothing. We just had an argument.

[favorthebold]

Lovely fellow, this Itachi.

[Voice]

[bloodseal_soul]

[A soft huff, but nothing else.]

[bloodseal_soul]

... [He's waiting for it.]

[bloodseal_soul]

[Theeeere it is.]

No.