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[disembodied]

Winry! Zampano! Jerso! May! Scar! Can any of you hear me?

[ there's a cla-clank-clank in the background of this and a strange echo to the voice. The snapshot only captures flashes of forest and snow. ]

It's no good... we must have gotten separated somehow. But these wings, and the talking animals... this strange book. Just what is going on here?

[ PLUNK... PLUNK PLUNK PLUNK. CLUNK. ] Huh? [ the clanking stops. the journal's picking up on the loud, angry sounds of squirrels now. ] I-I'm sorry! I'm going now, you don't need to worry- [ CLUNKCLUNKCLUNKCLUNK! that actually hurts when you aim for the wings! ] Hey, stop throwing that!

Comments

[twinnedavarice.livejournal.com]

Meh. Aren't you getting ahead of yourselves here? Your kid brother has wings, remember?

[One problem at a time.]

[ahobby.livejournal.com]

Everyone has them here, don't they? [ ........................ but not everyone is made of metal and can feel them. ]

[automailed]

Hey, we've been given extra time here! It would be stupid not to use it if we can, especially with so much at stake.

[twinnedavarice.livejournal.com]

If we even remember this place.

{At that, he abruptly starts to walk away.]