MASS TEXT; USERNAME: HAWKEYE

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[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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[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?

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[ 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?

[selfimage]

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.

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[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.]