Voicemail/IC Contact

[explosivecombat]

[VOICE/TEXT/VIDEO; OPEN TO ALL.]
(Carmen, you probably want this one.)

"State your name and whatever business you may have with me; I'll return your call once circumstances allow."

[Please state in the subject line if OOC planning is preferred and we can handwave like the wind, but otherwise IC will be assumed!]

Comments

[ossifragant]

[UH]

Then that's one thing that our worlds have in common.

[explosivecombat]

[...YEAH...]

Do you know what happened to this other version of myself, exactly? Archer has never told me and I know better than to ask him; I don't know if anyone's told you, so I admit this is a long shot, but I'm curious.

[ossifragant]

Archer told me without meaning to, though not the details. He was given orders to do something by Pride. I know Pride pretty damn well. Whatever those orders were, the actual intention was to have Kimbley get himself killed.

Everyone who knew the truth had to die, knowing the way the master works. That included Kimbley.

[There's a pause before the next reply.]

Archer too.

[explosivecombat]

I'd worked out that much for myself, actually, though I obviously didn't know about your master's involvement. Archer told me about the mission they were on, and he told me about his friend's death some time later, and I was able to piece it together from there - it looked like a setup to me, nothing about it struck me as right.

He's still alive back in Amestris, though I don't know for how long. I know what becomes of him after the fact; there's an array that went off, but it didn't kill him. Yet, anyway. The damage will eventually.

[ossifragant]

He knew what the purpose of the lab was, didn't he? Yet he would would send soldiers into a city-wide array. Unless he didn't realize what it was for.

Wait a minute, you're telling me he survived?

[explosivecombat]

...I know why he sent the soldiers in as well.

But yes, that's what I'm telling you.

[ossifragant]

[He's pretty sure he knows why he sent the soldiers in but he doesn't exactly feel comfortable discussing that.]

I don't know if that's luck or fate giving him a shitty hand.

[explosivecombat]

[He wouldn't discuss it even if he was asked to; it's not his place and he's fully aware of that.]

...it's the latter, believe me.

[ossifragant]

I'm not sure I want to know what Pride's response to that was.

[explosivecombat]

Not particularly kind, from what I've seen.

[ossifragant]

No, I figured it wouldn't be.

[explosivecombat]

It's not something that I can discuss indepth. You understand.

[ossifragant]

Yeah. I get what you're saying.

[explosivecombat]

Either way, my own death wasn't the result of some sort of conspiracy or anything; I lost a battle. I wasn't as vigilant as I could have been, I suppose.

[ossifragant]

These things happen.

I would hope that I go out fighting.

[explosivecombat]

[...you know, however we're supposed to handle this, saying "These things happen" like somebody dropped the fucking milk probably isn't it, but he's not going to complain about it, either.]

I think most of us hope that, in some way or another.

[ossifragant]

[Greed takes everything in stride, even his own death. "Well, that sucks" is the stupidest way to think about it and yet here we are.]

Oh, I'm sure.

I hope I haven't been a bother.

[explosivecombat]

Of course not. Anytime, really; perhaps I find you interesting.

[ossifragant]

It's been a pleasure.