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snapcrackleboom(Roy's voicemail is this song.
...Just kidding.)
You've reached the voicemail of Colonel Roy Mustang. Please state your name and purpose after the tone.
[It'll probably take a while to start neglecting to mention "Colonel." Old habits, you know.]
...Just kidding.)
You've reached the voicemail of Colonel Roy Mustang. Please state your name and purpose after the tone.
[It'll probably take a while to start neglecting to mention "Colonel." Old habits, you know.]
voice; backdated to oct 12th
Date: 2012-10-24 05:38 pm (UTC)Colonel...
[ ... Break it immediately ]
Mister Hughes... [ Voice breaking a little ] he's here.
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Date: 2012-10-26 06:05 am (UTC)Mister Hughes... he's here.
The world stills for a moment, and then Roy factors what that means. He should have considered this was possible, as soon as he learned about the time discrepancy, why didn't he—
His mind is going a million miles a minute as he manages to ask, in a strangely even tone,] Where? [In the return to Somarium, looking around, figuring everything out, he had neglected to find out where Alphonse was staying.]
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Date: 2012-10-26 06:54 am (UTC)[ Such handy things, these Dreamberries... He's gotten to know the devices long enough, now, to know how to text through an address. Hopefully Mustang could figure out how to work his text messages...
Just in case, though. Alphonse will also describe a few landmarks around the building. And of course, the building itself. ]
We're on the first floor. Apartment number 137.
I was... going to go out and get him some new clothes. But it's just occurred to me that I'm not quite sure what sizes he wears.
[ He hadn't actually left. He's currently standing awkwardly in the hallway, far enough so he doesn't think Hughes can hear him. He supposes he could just guesstimate the sizes, but part of Alphonse doesn't really want to leave Hughes alone. ]
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Date: 2012-10-26 07:10 am (UTC)Just in case, however, he wrote down a quick note: 1st, 137.
As for clothes, well.] I'll bring something. [There is the sound of movement across the phone line as he goes to grab a few things from what he had bought in the last few weeks (as he certainly wouldn't waste time to go shopping for something new now). Hughes might criticize the style but—
It was strange to think of his friend like this again. Alive. He still isn't sure how to process this except to mechanically move forward.
More movement, the muffled sound of a door closing. The colonel is silent for a moment before continuing, in a slightly halting undertone,] He—When... How is he? [He has no way to know from when Hughes was brought to Somarium, but he naturally assumes the worst.]
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Date: 2012-10-26 07:19 am (UTC)There'd have been little to no chance of anyone surviving anything like that. ]
He's well. [ Alphonse wants to prepare Mustang for what he's about to see. But at the same time, he doesn't want to alarm him. ] He was... injured; that's why I was going to find him some new clothes. But it seems that the wound is healing.
[ As for 'when'... ]
I don't... think that he knows.
[ That he's dead. ]
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Date: 2012-10-26 07:38 am (UTC)But injured, and healing.] He's... been shot, you mean. [That's strange—Roy had seen the aftermath of that. The wound had been fatal and there hadn't been anything else to it. How could he be healing?
Perhaps it was a type of serendipity of this world: it wouldn't bring him here just to have him die again.
Roy only has one thing for Alphonse's last comment:] Oh. [The word sounds heavy, ponderous. The concept of once again seeing his dead friend—alive—was one thing to try to get over, but perhaps having to keep from that friend the fact that he is dead (and has been dead) is something else entirely.]
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Date: 2012-10-27 01:30 am (UTC)[ Too hard to say. But he's said enough for the understanding to sink in. He'd never seen the scene himself, and he'd only heard stories, but a wound like that...
He rushes on, looking for the silver lining in all of this. ]
But he says someone tended to his wounds, already. They don't seem ... [ He's not sure how to put them into words. The amount of blood definitely seems fatal. But the wounds themselves didn't seem to have bothered Hughes as much as they should have. ] Well, it seems whoever helped him out was good at what he did.
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Date: 2012-10-27 03:57 am (UTC)News that someone else had aided him before Alphonse came across him was valuable information, however. From what Roy had seen and learned of the many residents of Somarium, their abilities ranged widely—it might have been that someone had come by him that could heal him miraculously. Or perhaps it was something else entirely.
Somehow lingering too much on the how seems distracting. There is little more Roy can think to say or ask without being there, so he says,] I'll be there soon, Alphonse. Now, I, [His voice drifts for a moment before refocusing with military precision.] I should call the lieutenant.
[She certainly needs to know as well.]
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Date: 2012-10-27 04:07 am (UTC)[ Now that Mustang is bringing over clothes, he wouldn't have a reason to leave, right? He's completely forgotten that he'd said he would buy Hughes food; food, in general, had never exactly been high on his list of priorities, all things considered.
He doesn't want to leave Hughes all alone. Part of him is almost worried that this is some sort of strange dream. And that if he walks away from it, he'll wake up and find out that none of it actually happened. ]
I'll start up the log in a bit, certainly before I go to sleep tonight :D
Date: 2012-10-27 05:59 am (UTC)Through the circumstances of his head being a little too crowded with thoughts, and the added stress of having to navigate through X number of menus to finally select the lieutenant's name from the contact list, he manages to miss something—he missed a call with which the caller ID classified as "Maes Hughes."
He'd notice that later, though. Probably for the best.]