Just I think I am used to this place, something like this happens. [ He's shaking his cape out, looking disgusted. ]

...

[ Filtered to AVALANCHE ]

No-one else...has left, correct?

[ Filtered to Faye. ]

Are you holding up.

There's a search party going out to follow the trail of the witches, right? That means I'm finished. Thank God, now I can get onto more important things.

I have for message. For the whole city. [Monk shifts, looking as uncomfortable and serious as usual. you will note that his apartment and person are immaculate; obviously he spent most of the day ( Read more... )

[For a moment the screen is filled with an oddly textured blackness that soon turns into the sleeve of Riff's coat as he pulls his arm back. When the screen clears you can see that Riff is sat rather comfortably at a desk, apparently focussing on whatever it is he's writing. In the background, lounging comfortable on his bed (and fully dressed, ( Read more... )

[That's right, you don't get to see Squalo's pretty hair this time. Wanna know why?]

VOOOII, all this fucking sand is a fucking bitch to get out of fucking hair.

[Because Squalo is annoyed enough to make every third word he speaks some variation of the word fuck, that's why.]

Is that what the fucking frogs were like? Because that was fucking laughable ( Read more... )

[At his office and in Serious Business mode. The usual, really.]I've caught some of the discussions on the network, regarding the kidnappings - some of you are also doing your own investigations into the matter, which is good. My only request is that you share whatever you've found with the rest of us. I've said this before, and I'll say it again: ( Read more... )

Is this thing on?

[ Tap, tap, tapping the microphone ]

Turn on!  ON!

[ Feedback squeeeeeeeeeeal! ]

That's better!

For those of you who haven't had the pleasure of meeting me yet, I'm Grell Sutcliff ☆

And for those of you who have met me, and bravely volunteered to join my Army of Good-Looking Men...

[ A great, big WINK at the camera and a wave ]

Hello, ( Read more... )

[ There's an enormous, bespectacled green eye appearing on your screens - WAY too close to the camera! ]

How does this…video thingamabob turn on?

[ It's already on. ]

It should have come with instructions!

[ It did. ]

And even if it had done, I can't be arsed to actually read them! Turn on, turn ON!

[ And he's pushing buttons, seemingly at random. The ( Read more... )

[Short, to the point, in decibel levels that don't make your ears bleed. Squalo doesn't look particularly happy, but he seems to be done sulking about the disappearance of certain people.]

VOOOII, I need a fucking Meister again. Any swordsman out there, interested in fighting the war? Competent swordsman? Swordswoman?

I'm growing fucking mold in here ( Read more... )

[Busy, busy, busy as ever~ he does look like he's slept properly, though. Congratulate him!]

Public;Roy Mustang here, head of Death City's Office for General Security, as some of you already know. I haven't been able to keep as close an eye on the network as I ought to these days, but thanks, nonetheless, for those of you who have told me about ( Read more... )

[Cain smiles politely at the communicator and places it on the table in front of him. He's sitting by the window in his room, as you may identify given the standard decoration of Casualty Communal. A teacup and saucer have been placed on the windowsill.]Hello, Death City. This would have been a lovely day, if it weren't for the spectacular number ( Read more... )