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]

I don't want other people saying their sorry for my life, especially when they're not part of it

[ This may be the most words she's ever said to him at once! ]

[sediments]

[ He wants to justify himself, starts with an that's not, but then reconsiders. It kind of sounds like something Mako would say, if he's honest. Even if he doesn't know Mikasa, he knows when to press Mako and when to let the issue go.

So ]

ok

[keeps]

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user: mikasa has left the conversation.

[sediments]

[ baby please don't go ]