voice; un: redgrave

[shishkabob]

So we got space Zumbas or whatever you call 'em, [Roombas, they're Roombas,] an armory, a fake outdoors, a rock band, a music room, movie nights, strawberry ice cream, empty pizza boxes—shame on you all for not sparing a new guy some pizza, by the way, I could've used that—and an upcoming play. 'S'all great and all, love the variety here, but you know what I didn't find?

[A pause, for dramatic effect. Then, mock-disappointed:]

Any heavy metal records. I'm shocked, you guys. You're telling me nobody here listens to Iron Maiden? System of a Down? Metallica? Hell, at this point I'd even take Nine Inch Nails and they don't even count. Next supply drop I'll ask Viveca to pull a few records and my old jukebox in, get you guys a crash course in the best of the genre.

[With that out of the way, Dante switches subjects, the jokey disappointment now gone in favor of a slightly more serious but still casual tone:] By the way, anybody up for a spar? If we're gonna go on a mission soon, I'd like to stay sharp, see what I'll be working with. You want a fight, come find me in the training room. I'm the guy in red with the big-ass sword, can't miss me.

{voice, un: fullmetal}

[chrysology]

[The date, 3rd of October, has him feeling rather pensive again. Just as he thought he would figure dealing with Father, getting Al his body back, he is yanked back here again. It's.....frustrating, to put it lightly. As much as he wants to scream at Viv to send him back. He knows he must have been pulled back here to help. That they need him. That Ed maybe hasn't done enough. Gathered enough orbs to earn that reward yet of getting Al back. Yet.

He sits in the sunlight room, pocket watch open at his lap if anyone approaches but he does turn on the feed.]

You think this will work? Gathering the orbs? To fix things? Is it worth it? I just feel like I've been trying to fix things for so long, not just here, but back home too. I feel like I was so close, and I got pulled back here again. And I can't help wondering. With some of the missions. The goals they give us. If at some point I might get something, some line I won't want to cross. For as much as I do want to fix things.

[He sighs, shaking his head as he isn't sure what more to say in his musings. In his worries. He figures even that much might be too much. That he might end up regretting even that. So he ends it there.]