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MASS TEXT; USERNAME: HAWKEYE

[In the end, she opts for the efficiency of a brief written message. (The message functionality of the jewelry still amazes her from time to time, but she's becoming increasingly fond of how fast it makes communication with others.)]

My name is Riza Hawkeye. I'm a military officer from the nation of Amestris. [Vague credentials, for anyone that really needs them.] There are a lot of us here gathered from different places and times, with different skills and areas of knowledge. I've spoken with a few others and we've agreed it would be beneficial for all of us to have a database of skills to pull from, both for this mission and otherwise.

[Most likely 'otherwise'; she can't be the only one suspicious of ALASTAIR after what happened in Anwick.]

If you're willing to provide a brief listing of the skills you possess, magical [because that's a thing that exists, apparently??] or otherwise, it would be greatly appreciated. If you're uncomfortable using the communications device I'm also happy to meet with you in person.

[And if you're not willing that's cool too. Everyone's got their secrets.]

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I guarantee that it will fall into the wrong hands. Do we even know WHOSE hands those WRONG hands are? It's all a bit ...... oh, you know, up in the air. :U

[ like his hands. his hands could be wrong hands, but they could also be right hands. he's still debating it; it's not like he couldn't enchant the paper, but without knowing the extent of ALASTAIR's abilities, it still makes him dubious. ]

[He echoes a lot of her unspoken sentiments; it frustrates her that she doesn't have better answers to give.]

Unfortunately, we don't have the answers to any of those questions. Unless you have, or know of, someone with excellent memorization, paper is our only option right now.

You're still willing to risk it.

[ it's not a question, even in text. ]

I suppose it can't be helped. Bring it to me when you're done, won't you? I'll jimmy it up for you.

[ no other explanation. ]

It's a risk I'm willing to take right now.

[And if it all backfires she's ready to take responsibility for it. Nothing she hasn't done before.]

'Jimmy' it up?

Let's keep that bit between us.

[ and not public and all. ]

[Very well then. She can roll with that.]

Where are you currently staying?

Find somewhere secret-ish. I'll find you. :)

[How frustratingly vague. But she'll do as he asks, sliding her coat back on and exiting her current lodgings out into the street and past the Odette theater. Halfway between the town square and the outskirts, there's an abandoned apothecary, sign in front broken in half and swaying pathetically in the wind.

Making her way carefully inside, she seats herself next to the door. She's skeptical of how he'll find her out here, but she settles herself in to wait.]

[ entirely and deliberately frustratingly vague in the most annoying way that only he can pull.

Loki's true to his word (surprisingly). she doesn't have to settle for more than ten minutes when he arrives, strolling around the corner of a cobblestone street with his hands in his pockets. despite the flamboyant display and out-of-place-threads he looks like he could've been born in this corner of the multiverse. he carries himself like he's never far from home, where ever that may be. ]

Hawkeye, is it? Or did I get the wrong Hawkeye?

[ that would make three; of course she won't get his joke, but he smiles like she will. ]

[Sadly, Loki doesn't get a responding smile. No offense meant; she's not much of a smiler most days when there's a task at hand that needs to be completed.

She stands as he enters and gives a quick nod of affirmation.]

I'm not aware of any other Hawkeyes here. [Though that's hardly to say they aren't present, merely that she hasn't come into contact with any others. But first things first:] Loki, I presume?

Guilty as charged.

[ Loki tosses out his hands, waving dark nailed fingers carelessly.

there are things about him that seem ... off, possibly. a presence that has weight compared to everything around him. ]

So, to business, I suppose. [ he tips his head to the side. ] Tell me, did you get a good haul?

[For now, she'll chalk up this unsettling feeling to the disarray of the place, and the lengthy stretches of shadow created from flickering lamplight some ten feet away. (She still remembers Pride, and the inky black hands running up her arms and curling tight against her throat.)

But Pride's not here, Loki is, and as mentioned they've business to do. In reply, she withdraws a neatly folded piece of paper from her coat pocket.]

Much of it was new to me.

[Perhaps not unsurprisingly; Amestris is quite run-of-the-mill, with the exception of alchemy and homunculi.]

What did you have in mind for it?

[Or is she actually going to have to wait and see what happens?]

[ the latter, most likely.

Loki's not one to every give his full intent. he's a creature of opportunity, and this was a little bit of one of those. dark nailed fingers reach for the folded piece of paper, taking it between two of his knuckles and waiting for her to let it go. ]

A whole lot of something.

[ there's a raise of dark brows. he can't say he exactly looks trustworthy, he never does, but his abilities speak for themselves. there's no one else that could do what he was about to do, and words of arrogance or not, he was the only one that volunteered. ]

Now it's time for a little poll. Would you rather remember a sequence, or claim "no admittance" beyond yourself?

[There's little room for her to be picky about these things even if she'd like to be. The piece of paper's relinquished after another long stare, though she stays right in place, refusing to budge. He hasn't threatened her in any way yet - and he could have easily done so as soon as he'd walked in the room - so she'll give him the benefit of the doubt for now.

Though not with a little extra prodding from her end.]

"No admittance"? You'll have to clarify that.

[Just so she knows what she's getting herself into.]

It means that just you would be able to read it.

[ there's an unpredictability to him, a possible whimsy that makes being around him a tad uneasy for those who like to predict the outcome of their meetings. he doesn't seem to be all that bothered. he's used to people distrusting him, judging him, and being wary of any and all of his intentions (though most of the time he deserves it). ]

I have a few spells up my sleeve. I could make one that mimics a grocery list, or a love note, et cetera, et cetera, but it all depends on who you'd like to make the information available to.

[A love note Loki please.

The explanation itself comes welcome, even if his nonchalance about the whole thing doesn't, and she lets out a soft exhale of breath as she considers the possibilities. Who would she like to make the information available to? More than just herself, that's for sure.]

I'd prefer it if more people than just myself had access. Would I need to make duplicate copies or are you able to...magic this so multiple people could read it?

[Magic is confusing, yo.]

I could put some kind of lock on it. [ he looks around and leans in, putting a hand to the side of his mouth as if there was anyone here that could read his lips. ] Kinda like a password. An open sesame except it's a piece of paper with writing on it.

[ it wouldn't be so difficult to enchant the paper, but he was dubious that his spell would be enough to hinder ALASTAIR. he could be tricky, surely, and it was less getting around ALASTAIR and more that he didn't know what they were capable of. his brand of sorcery could always be manipulated into the right favor—as long as he knew what that was.

he flips the paper back and forth in his hand. ]

[She can't tell if he's telling the truth or fabricating some elaborate lie so she'll fall hook, line, and sinker for it and he can laugh at her for it later. For the moment, she'll lean towards the former.

A nod:]

That would work. Would it be a lot of work?

[Even if he had offered, she doesn't want to inconvenience him by leaps and spades.]

Oh, not for me. Thirty seconds, tops. Probably more along the line of fifteen or twenty.

[ he gathers what she has on the paper, glossing over the names and committing a few more interesting ones to memory. this is why he decided to do this, wasn't it? Loki never really didn't much of anything if there wasn't anything in it for him. for his services, he got a peek at the list.

he keeps it brief and discrete. ]

So, you need to choose a password. Nothing too confusing, something you'll remember but something no one will guess. Try at least eight letters and toss in some numbers in there.

[Eight letters and some numbers...?

Oddly specific, but while the nuances of modern era internet security might elude her still, the military does, at least, make use of passcodes for restricted telephone numbers. A jumble of letters and numbers is easy enough to come up with, and she recites a string after a minute of deliberation.]

KFVFHBJH1909. [And then after another pause:] Will that do?

[ Loki's eyebrows pinch up appreciatively as she rattles off the impressive arrangement of numbers and words. ]

Meeed—strong, strong! All right, good. You nailed it. Now, the magic!

[ a hand slides into his jacket, producing an old fashioned wooden pencil. the nearest flat surface is all he needs, and he finds something to lean the paper on. he starts diligently, focused and with a deft hand. he scrawls runes nearest the top margin of the paper, fingers twisting organically as he forms each one. when he's finished it looks more like a picture than writing.

his fingers wave over the surface, and the runes glow a bright green briefly before fading. he hands her back the paper, if she looks at it, both sides will be blank. ]

Tah-dah!

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[The live commentary earns Loki a dubiously raised brow, but whatever doubts she might have had about the seriousness of this whole ordeal vanishes as he gets to work. From her distance, she can't quite make out what it is he scrawls on the paper; even after she approaches closer, the symbols drawn out mean nothing to her, though she twists her head left and right to try and make some sense out of it.

Almost like alchemical symbols but not, only decipherable to a select few familiar with the art.

And then—they're gone, leaving behind and ordinary-looking piece of paper. She takes it back, glances at each side, then looks back at Loki.]

And all I need to do is say the passcode aloud? Or will thinking it suffice?

It needs to be said aloud.

[ Loki confirms with a quirk of his head. ]

I don't do the telepathy thing—it goes the wrong way, gets a little bit too invasive. That just means you have to be careful, but you seem to have that down.

[ he shrugs in all of his non-concern. ]

You can lose the paper and no one should be any the wiser. It'll get destroyed, which is all well and good. You can spread the password, as it's not much without the paper.

[ there's a shake of a dark nailed finger. ]

Just don't do both. That means trouble.

[She takes careful heed of his warnings before neatly folding up the piece of paper once more and sliding it into her coat pocket. Later on, she'll do a bit of practicing, see if what he said and did really was all true. For now, she gives him a small inclination of her head in appreciation.]

Thank you for doing this. If there's ever a way I can be of assistance, let me know.

[It's not an offer she makes lightly, but he has gone out of his way in doing this for her. It seems the least she can do in return.]

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