Why am I not in the least bit surprised that we'd see this curse again.



[ooc; go guys go! no discussing major spoilers in public plz, otherwise have at~ I might be in an out today so things might get sporadic, just fyi.]

( [private] )

( [private to the Colonel] )

[Police Force filter]

Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye.

It's my pleasure to rejoin your number.

[end filter]

( [private to Winry] )

There's so much to do.

Right. Now that everyone's done being captured in small balls and falling over inexplicably. The City's taste in curses certainly hasn't changed in four months.

Those of you I worried with my arrival- I'm perfectly fine.

[ooc; re: the PF thing, I don't think I've stepped on any toes? She went in for an "interview" yesterday with Colonel Mustang, which mostly consisted of her yelling at him for slacking off on his paperwork. Feel free to comment on that if you'd like. Throw a rock at me if there's a problem!]

[There's a deep sigh of relief and exhaustion- not loud, merely prolonged, with a slight catch of pain, as the display turns on.

She's on her feet, but obviously overexerted; weariness shows in every line of her body. Not to mention that her left shoulder is still bleeding, blood seeping further into her jacket. Her right hand still holds a pistol, her hand clenched around it far tighter than necessary.

She seems to be staring at the scene ahead of her nearly blankly, through either disbelief or exhaustion, before closing her eyes wearily.]

...I don't believe this.

[Opening them after only a brief moment, she spots the device placed on the fountain's edge and cuts the video, leaving the audio running, and her voice picks up slightly more of its crisp habitual tone.]

Riza Hawkeye, reporting. ...Back, it must be.

( [private ; unhackable] )

( [filtered ; visible to Amestrian allies] )

( [private to Colonel Mustang] )

( [filtered to Debra Morgan & Holly Short] )


The labels ought to tip you off, if the "City-given" part doesn't. Assuming, of course, you have the choice. But I suppose some people are overly curious.

Was that entirely necessary?



Colonel; a word.

I'm glad that's over with. That was uncomfortable. As much as I appreciate what luck I had, I prefer my own clothes.

( [private] )

[police filter]

Sgt. Sagara, John McClane, and Col. Mustang; welcome to the force.

I had-

...If I've missed something I apologize.

[end police filter]

[private to Col. Mustang]

How's the apartment search going, sir?

[end private]

When it rains...

[police filter]

We have two problems, of varying degrees of severity.

One: the reported missing persons have all been recovered, with one exception. It's more than likely that this exception is unrelated, considering how unanimously the others were released. Mohinder Suresh has been issuing apologies to those released, which ...are being accepted with varying levels of grace. Most of them seem to be unharmed, although some of them seem to have some level of amnesia. ...Those from his world are already getting defensive.


Two: We've someone claiming to be punishing the guilty, and would appear to have already attacked at least two people, Anita Blake, Marishka and Lestat.


Major General, hurr-

[end police filter]

[filtered to Sir Hellsing]

I'm sorry to report that while the other missing persons were recovered last evening, I've no indication of what happened to your butler.

[end filter]



Dr. Mohinder Suresh, a word or three, if you don't mind.


[ooc; orz brb ;; fffff i'm back parents snatched me for cards]

( [ private ; unhackable ] )

( [ police filter ] )

( [ private to Colonel Mustang ] )


To anyone who has mentioned a missing person on the Network; I apologize for the intrusion, but if you wouldn't mind updating a member of the force or myself on whether or not that person has been found.


EDIT: If they have not been found, I have a request.


[ooc; hokay, so I know some of those 'reported missing' people aren't part of the Mohinder plot, but she (and I) basically went through network posts looking for anyone asking about someone. Just to make her life even more fun, she's been hit with mild forgetfulness thx to her 'not doing the drinking tribute'. Oops.]

( [filter: Dept Heads, Intel & Soul Activity] )

( [filter: Riou, Maj. Gen. Armstrong, Princess Britannia, Guilford] )

( [private: Riou] )

( [private: Maj. Gen. Armstrong] )

( [police filter] )

( [private: Winry] )

...There. It's good to get all that out of the way.



[ooc; srs biznis hawkeye ignores your talk of a 'yesterday'. And teal dears like a teal dearing thing. She's really just reorganizing groups so that she's comfortable with their sizes and the fact that they all have someone to answer to or soon will, but if this strikes anyone as problematic, please let me know, either here, on my crit post, or on aim (check the profile for all of that.) ♥?]

My father studied alchemy, and when I was young, he frightened me.

He would often close himself in his study, and to me he looked like a man possessed, absorbed in his research. I was never very close to him; I simply never seemed to enter his mind except in passing. But at the time I believed what he told me about his alchemy- that because of its great power, it would bring great happiness to the people, and that all alchemy was for the good of the people. Or I did, until the atrocities of Ishbal.

He never liked the military. He thought becoming a dog of the military was degrading, and refused to have anything to do with it.

He died unexpectedly. It must have been something wrong with his organs, in hindsight-- I remember there was a lot of blood. I don't know precisely what happened, but I heard a noise - because the Colonel had yelled - and came to see what was going on. He might have been already dead by the time I got there.

He left his secrets with me, heavily coded. And I had them destroyed by the same person I gave them to.


I don't miss him. I don't think about him. That part of my life is over.


[ooc; Strikes are gone. She's cursed enough to teal dear, not cursed enough to spill absolutely everything~]

After the New Year, the North and East will make their move. And we have. It's bizarre, going back in time like this.

( [filtered to Col. Mustang & Maj. Gen. Armstrong] )

( [private to the Colonel] )


( [police filter] )

I hope everyone had a safe and enjoyable New Year's celebration.

Welcome back to the City, here's a curse and a fight on your doorstep. Lovely.

It's been a while; I hope everyone is doing alright.

[filtered to Amestrian allies]

I apologize for not making contact sooner. Edward and Winry, my very belated welcomes to the City.

[end filter]


[private to Death the Kid]

A word, if you please.


[ooc; If you speak to Hawkeye on pleasant terms rather frequently, she would have sent out very non-denominational "Season's Greetings" cards upon her return, so they may have arrived slightly delayed.
( note re: Hawkeye's update :x] )

...This isn't at all like it should be. I can't find my house here.


Even the military authorities... Not that...I should really be needing to go there... Aren't...the same.




...Is this even Amestris?

[ooc; say hello to post-father-funeral Riza~ She'll be returning home for a very brief canon update at the end of the curse, so I'll assume all replies are before midnight .___.;;]

Midnight can come any time now.



[ooc; Chess piece. (the queen, if we're being specific.) Sans arms, four inches tall, and not happy about it.]

( [private] )

[police filter]

Forensics, you're on duty. We've got another body.


Carlos, Ziva, welcome to the force.

[end police filter]

( [private to Seras] )

Two days of that is overkill.

This makes the third repetition of this curse, to my memory.



Cue the cavalcade of bizarre conversations, if precedent sets any example.

Hayate is staying inside today.



[ooc; She's still from ch 83 of the manga, so before that little AWOL business. use your discretion? i kno u has it, poly c: Otherwise, hit me up! Tags might be slow because LJ is being a lame-osaur.]

( [private ; unhackable] )

( [private to Harry Dresden] )

( [private to Captain Hitsugaya] )


My apologies to those I spoke to during the last few curse days. Apparently my luck for not being cursed ran out.


There seems to have been a rash of misplacements today.

This must bring back memories now, doesn't it?

N- What? Oh, no, Sel-- No. No, this isn't...

You've grown complacent, Lieutenant
just how long do you think you can escape like this–
are you happy here?
You must be kidding. Here?

you remember how it feels, don't you? how it feels to have the breath pressed from your lungs– the feel of skin slicing and ripping in thin lines– you remember how that feels

[silence. If the sound of shadows wrapping around your arms was audible, it would go here.]

can you bear it again?

Can you bear this?

I have already-

What would you have done had he not called?
What will you do now?

...This is completely ridiculous, there's no way-

What right do you think you have to complain about your damaged Pride?

How many threats to your life do you find acceptable?

Unspeakable pain

[sharp intake of breath, as of someone reminded of something unpleasant]

aimed at you has no effect, but aim it at the Colonel
the Colonel

Colonel

Colonel
Stop.
no effect, that's a lie

because you were terrified

you're a liar.
Stop.
how often do you watch the shadows, Lieutenant Hawkeye

you know they could be watching you

[ooc; Hawkeye's shadow is speaking in the small blue font, so plz to not be hearing any of that. All of her responses, however, are fair game. .__.b Apologies for the slight tl;dr. Had a little too much fun writing it out adfskjf]

It feels like I haven't seen a lot of people in a while...

It's a shame I've still got work to do, it'd have been nice to get out for a change- it seems like a nice day.


[ooc; IT BURNS US, PRECIOUS. cursed blind, she's friends with everyone today. I am a horrible person]