Riza Hawkeye
equinamity
14 May 2012 @ 08:10 pm
Mother's Day - Backdated  
A | 5725 Cunningham Lane

[Whatever this 'Mother's Day' nonsense is, Riza's found a way to get rid of the drone children. Her years of undercover work assisted her in sweetly convincing her two "children" to let "Mommy and Daddy have the day to themselves, Mommy really needs a day off." Housemates are free to overhear this conversation. She's scarily convincing.]

B | Phone | Locked to Edward and Alphonse Elric, Winry Rockbell, and Luke Triton (And any of Riza's other adopted non!babbies she has adopted...)

I'm going to be cooking dinner tonight, if you'd like to join. I would imagine a holiday that would remind us so much of home might be a bit...unpleasant.

C | Grocery Store | Open!

[Why hello there! Riza is shopping for groceries. And she's not the best cook, so she's carrying a recipe for each item she is planning to make for dinner, and carefully checking that list to the item she's taking off of the shelf. Intervene/assist?]

D | 5725 Cunningham Lane | Dinnertime | Ed/Al/Winry/Luke/Housemates

[Prepared with groceries, Riza has spent all afternoon cooking and managed to make an edible meal and even make the table presentable and all that. She'll greet each of her not!babbies with a little bit of a knowing smile and invite them in for a hopefully delicious dinner.]
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Riza Hawkeye
equinamity
13 April 2012 @ 11:11 pm
Swapfield!  

A | 1761 Nelson | Morning

[Riza woke early as per usual, but found she was freezing. Even wrapped under the blankets something didn't feel right. There was no weight in the bed next to her, and a moment of abject panic resulted in her groping under the pillow for the gun she knew was there--except it wasn't.]

[She bolted up out of bed, and caught a glance of herself in the mirror and what in the ever loving hell is going on?]

What the hell is going on?!

B | Phone | Filtered to Roy Mustang

Sir? I think we have a bit of a problem...

C | Around Town

[Hi there, Mayfield. There is a rather cross looking "General Armstrong" walking through town. Not that looking cross is unusual for her, of course, but something seems a bit off about the woman.]

[Approach? Be forewarned, she is carrying a sword.]
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Roy Mustang
canhasfuhrer
10 April 2012 @ 08:54 pm
Title Goes Here  
Action - 5725 Cunningham Lane - Morning - for Riza Hawkeye

[How long has it been? A month? A month and a half? Far too long since the Valentines debacle, which makes it far too long since he's had a normal conversation with his subordinate. To call the air between them 'tense' would be an understatement. It's not the same kind of tense as with Olivier - they're certainly not in danger of killing each other anytime soon - but they hardly seem like the same duo they were previously.]

[Sure, things are still professional between them. After all, they're nothing if not professionals. But that underlying warmth, the banter, the familiarity - it's vanished away, leaving only an awkwardness that Roy Mustang refuses to bear one minute further. He's a Colonel. He's the future Fuhrer of Amestris]

[And he will not let his life be dictated by awkwardness and inaction. Not when there's something he can do. Unfortunately, with the way they've been avoiding each other, that something is to wake up ungodly early, grab a chair, and sit himself in it blocking the exit to their bedroom.]

[Let the waiting game begin]

Action - Evening - Grocery Store - Open

[Mustang's out and about doing some grocery shopping! Not that he really cares, he's just throwing TV dinners into a basket without a care in the world. Funny though - that massive bandage wasn't on his right hand yesterday. Once his cart is properly stacked, he nods at it happily]

That should do for another week.
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