3: Video

[livinuptothename]

 [ Here's a jerk in a faded t-shirt and sunglasses, tossing an old, ragged rugby ball from hand to hand.  It's the crack of dawn and he's been digging around the Hold's training areas, because seriously, who sleeps?  COME SAY HI.]

I've been thinking, this place only has to speeds: Slow and Something is Trying to Kill Us.  I mean, sure we had that masquerade ball thing a while back and managed not to blow up anything, but every other time, something's trying to kill us in these really dramatic ways.  We need some Scooby-Do hijinks mixed in to level this shit out.

[ He stops tossing the ball and holds it up to the camera.]

Anyway, object lesson for all of you swords and sorcery types out there.  This is a rugby ball.  It's a piece of equipment used in a game where two teams try to run it down the length of a field and score points.  

I think.  I'm actually not clear on how you play rugby aside from it's a pretty good excuse to kick the crap out of your friends in the name of sportsmanship.  The more ya know.

Speaking of knowing shit, not sure if someone's put out the note yet, but if you're looking for a blonde mechanic, Winry's gone.

[ This post has been brought to you by restless vigilante kids who don't know how to handle emotions.]

Comments

[livinuptothename]

Sounds like a pretty good set of rules. [He is nothing, but sincere.]

Oh. Yeah. It's freakin' weird. Like the guys who run this show are so anal, they only bring people in at specific times, but then they got no control over who gets sent back and when.

At least, that's what it seems like.

[sharpe]

Contradictory buggers they are. [ He snorts. ] Been telling us 'bout how they have no control over what brings us here or back, but there's a timin' ta these things.

[ A beat, then- ]

She's important ta you, lad?

[livinuptothename]

Doesn't take a genius to figure out these guys aren't telling us everything. Ya'd think maybe they'd at least be straight with us about this shit.

[A pause of his own.]

Yeah. Guess she kinda was.

[sharpe]

[ As if quoting: ] It ain't a soldier's place ta know 'bout a general's plans. [ Snorts- but he sobers up pretty quick. ]

Sorry 'bout that.

[livinuptothename]

That's such bullshit.

[ He huffs.]

Ah, she's probably better off back at home.

[sharpe]

Bullshit, eh? Why d'ya think that?

[livinuptothename]

'cause if a soldier doesn't know the general's plans, how's he supposed to do any good?

[sharpe]

The soldier follows the orders he's been given, that's what. [ Beat. ] You've never been a soldier, have you, lad?

[livinuptothename]

[Well...]

No, not exactly.

[sharpe]

How can it be 'not exactly'? Either yer recruited, or you ain't.

[livinuptothename]

Far as the Initiative is concerned, I was recruited, right?

[sharpe]

[ Snorts. ]

That don't mean a thing 'bout soldiery, lad. I mean recruitment as a soldier in yer own world.

[livinuptothename]

Sort of.

I guess you could say I was recruited to be in a private army.

[sharpe]

Private army? Like guardin' some lordling?

[livinuptothename]

Yeah, basically that.