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As seen with Havoc's journal, this is the spot you can go to in order to randomly contact Riza when there isn't a handy dandy journal post.

This is even later than Roy's.  Yep, Adstring is turning Riza into a total slacker.

All right, so the question you've all been waiting to hear.  What does Riza Hawkeye really think of your character?

Just comment with your character journals and she'll let you know, completely honest.

[Riza is standing in a bedroom, or what was once a bedroom. It's obviously been damaged by the fire, light flooding into it from the giant hole in the roof, or what used to be the roof if it hadn't fallen in, bits scattered on the bed and floor. Every step Riza takes makes a small cloud of ash rise up just slightly.

It's so quiet and still, utterly lifeless.

She moves to the door of the closet, slowly and carefully turning the knob and opening it, but the hinges have melted and welded into immovable parts. The door then separates from the frame, weakened by the fires, and falls out of her grasp, making more debris fly up. She moves away before it gets in her face.

In that moment, one can see that light floods into the closet, as well; the roof was not spared for that particular spot, either. When Riza looks into the closet, her back to the PCD, her shoulders slump in obvious disappointment.]

No...

[She reaches in and pulls out a tattered and dirty dress, cradling it in her arms. As she turns around, the sadness is evident on her face, and she falls to her knees, not caring about anything on the ground or around her.

Her wedding dress is ruined.

She sits there for a few seconds, just looking down at the garment, until something seems to finally click in and she pulls it, and her knees, to her chest, burying her face into the fabric as her shoulders shake with that first sob that lets loose the floodgates.

The PCD records this for a moment longer and then shuts off.]

[Riza looks a little worse for wear, undoubtedly because she's been running all over creation trying to get a grip on the situation. Still, she's in one piece and unhurt, which is a very good thing right now.]

Has anyone figured out a weakness to these creatures in the sky? I may not have any magic abilities, but I'm a damned good shot, if I say so myself.

( [Private to Edward Elric//Unhackable] )

[The PCD turns on suddenly, showing a hand pulling away from it as a figure walks farther away, toward someone who is seemingly asleep in a bed. Eventually they are recognizable to anyone who knows them as Roy and Riza, with the former in the bed and the latter looking like she's just come in from outside. It's also evident that this isn't their house.

Riza stands before the bed, back still to the PCD, and looks down at the occupant. Her voice can be heard just audibly, fondness in her tone despite how quietly she speaks.]

You're getting too thin, Colonel.

[Roy doesn't stir.

A few moments pass in which Riza just watches over him, but then her hand reaches out toward one of his, hovering just above it.

But she shakes her head and pulls back, sighing in frustration at herself.]

Stupid, Riza...

[The feed records her sitting in a nearby chair and then switches off.]

[Another post comes over the network, accompanied by the sound of rain. It's almost peaceful, if you like such weather, but soon a voice (Riza's, if you know her) speaks.

Her words probably ruin the calm atmosphere, though she is calm despite everything.]

I've found a body in the Southeast quadrant. I recognize him, but unfortunately I haven't learned his name.

[A pause.]

I'm afraid if anyone has noticed a young man missing, this is probably him. I won't show his face publicly, but if you want to see it for confirmation, I will do so privately. I will also need help moving his body as the rain has caused his body to deteriorate somewhat, though I have covered him up as best as I can. But be warned, the sight is...pretty gruesome if you are not used to such things.

[She pauses again, but speaks softly this time, as if that will soften the blow about to come.]

I believe he is a part of the Glee club.


[ooc: The dead person is, of course, Blaine. So have fun freaking out!]

Hm.

[There's a pause after this thoughtful noise and then the voice, recognizable as Riza's, speaks again.]

I think I could get used to baking pies. I still need a little work, though.

I hope everyone has been taking advantage of this overabundance of apples. We might get sick of them, but it's food and we never know if we could run into a shortage.

[Private to Roy//Unhackable]

Colonel...I need to speak with you. I'm afraid this conversation is long overdue.

[The feed is turned on to show Riza, which isn't anything out of the ordinary, of course.

Except that she is wearing a tight, black shirt.

Good morning cleavage.]

So, it's morning and mornings tend to be horrible, but it's Friday and that has to count for something, right? Right. But that's not the point here.

I have an announcement to make.

[DRAMATIC PAUSE.

And then Riza grins.]

My boobs are amazing today! And yeah, whatever, some of you won't care, but really. Today is a good boob day. They're just so...so...perky! You don't get that on just any day.

[Yep, studying that cleavage now. Damn, she's hot. She thinks so today, anyway.]

But yes, carry on. Go back to your regularly scheduled lives. And I hope all you ladies have good boob days, too.

[Riza looks completely normal, or as normal as she has looked in Adstringendum, except her hair is loose today. Usually she has it up in a ponytail, so...what is she up to?]

I need someone who is good at cutting hair. I can keep my bangs under control, but I haven't cut the rest in a long time and I don't feel as comfortable experimenting on myself right now.

Any help would be appreciated, and thank you.