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[explosivecombat]

[TEXT; LOCKED TO doitrockapella]

The offer for conversation is always open, should you desire to take me up on it; I can't guarantee that I'll respond immediately, nor will it necessarily be the response you want, but I'll always respond in some way.

In the name of enlightened discourse.

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[doitrockapella]

The Rum Tum Tugger is artful and knowing,
The Rum Tum Tugger doesn't care for a cuddle;
But he'll leap on your lap in the middle of your sewing,
For there's nothing he enjoys like a horrible muddle.
Yes, the Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat —
And it isn't any use for you to doubt it,
For he will do as he do do
And there's no doing anything about it.

[explosivecombat]

I can't decide if the more apt question is "Where is that from?" or "What did I do now?"

[doitrockapella]

You don't like it?

[explosivecombat]

I didn't say that.

[doitrockapella]

The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious beast:
His disobliging ways are a matter of habit.

[explosivecombat]

Is there something you wanted, Locke?

[doitrockapella]

I saw you were asking about memories.

It reminded me of cats.

[explosivecombat]

How so?

[doitrockapella]

I don't know if Amestris was much for musicals along with its cinema, but where I'm from there's a famous musical based around a series of poems about cats. Arguably its most well-known song is entitled "Memory".

[explosivecombat]

Musical theatre wasn't exactly our specialty, no; even if it were, somehow I doubt the cats would have gotten very far onstage.

...as much as Amestrians tend to be rather fond of them, from what I've seen.

[doitrockapella]

There's a whole book of them, you know. The Rum Tum Tugger just seemed to be the most apt for the moment.

What's gotten you wondering about memories?

[explosivecombat]

I can't just be curious? The experiences of others tend to fascinate me, in some way or another.

[doitrockapella]

Only if you likewise concede the part about being a cat.

I think I've forgotten the faces of the girls I grew up with. I don't know that I'd be able to recognize them if I were to pass them on the street — though I'm sure they'd recognize me.

[explosivecombat]

Were you that different to them, or is that because of your reputation now?

[doitrockapella]

A little of both, but moreso the latter. I'm fairly notorious in general, you know.

Still, I was always the odd one out, even then.

[explosivecombat]

So you've implied.

Indulge my feline nature for a while, however - go on.

[doitrockapella]

There was a little cluster of them, I remember, with a fairly established pecking order — a ringleader, a lieutenant, and a few followers. One of them was small and shy; she looked it, too, pale and blonde and...wispy. She would stick close to me sometimes because she thought I wasn't afraid of anything, and I usually wasn't.

I think that's what it was, really. There just wasn't room for someone like me in a social order like that. But I tended to like my books better, anyway.

[explosivecombat]

I was never terribly comfortable within the social hierarchy among the boys in North City, either - I was always seen as terribly odd, and I was more outside of it than within. But I also came from a wealthy family, and even as children, people are willing to forgive the rich a bit of oddness as long as they receive something in return for tolerating them. So it's not as though I didn't have plenty of "friends," in the loosest sense of the word.

It was mostly for keeping up appearances in front of my parents, rather than through loneliness; I preferred studying, or just...spending time by myself, really.

[doitrockapella]

I think the polite word is "eccentric" — developed for precisely that reason.

Was the military your ticket out of North City?

[explosivecombat]

Yes and no. It was more or less expected that I would serve the government somehow, since it's the most stable job that one can have in Amestris and the benefits make it incredibly worthwhile; my father was also a soldier, so there was that to consider.

I didn't make the actual decision until I was a bit older, however, and I've no doubt that it would have been fine if I'd decided to go into something else; it just so happened that my alchemy was beneficial to the military, and I turned out to be an excellent soldier for several reasons.

[doitrockapella]

But your mother was the alchemist. A healer, wasn't it?

Every once in a while I catch myself wondering what I might've ended up doing with my life, if things hadn't gone the way they did. If I still would've ended up drawn to my...career of choice, regardless.

[explosivecombat]

She was, yes. She was also a bit appalled at what I planned to do with myself when she heard about it; she was killed in an accident shortly before I enlisted, so I suppose it hardly mattered either way.

That's an interesting line of thought, however; it's not one that I pursue often myself, but I have to wonder how my life would have turned out were it not for a few key events.

Do you ever come to any conclusions?

[doitrockapella]

What kind of accident?

I'll still answer you, mind; I just want to finish hearing about your mother first.

[explosivecombat]

One of her students caused a rebound.

[doitrockapella]

That's horrible.

What happened to the student?