MASS TEXT; USERNAME: HAWKEYE

[strictdiscipline]

[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.]

Comments

[keeps]

[ - since when can cats send messages? You know what, whatever. ]

more or less
it's the only skill that matters

[ Well, that and, "keeping Eren alive." ]

[evasively]

[ he doesn't know whether to find this funny or be slightly concerned ... ]

That can't be all that matters! Is there anything else you enjoy doing?

[keeps]

that's not what she asked
she asked what skills we could offer

[ translation: idk. ]