Eleven Rose Petals Fall - [Voice | Video]

[its_rose_damnit]

[As the journal's video clicks on - activated by being bumped from Dist's bookcase onto the floor - it shows most of the man's desk and workspace. ...To say the area looks like bomb went off may be a bit of an understatement as well as a half truth. Papers, notes, sketches, and various metal and electronic parts are skewed all over the large piece of furniture. The lamp was still on, and a pile of books were open, marked with numerous slips of paper, all of which also containing notes and scribbles. Ah, the workspace of a true genius.

Dist, meanwhile, was tugging books off his shelf, looking at the titles and flipping through pages. He mutters a few "yes" and "that could be useful"s here and there, absently pushing up his glasses. Dist then begins to walk back over toward his desk...

...before he very nearly trips over his own journal. So graceful, this rose.

Uttering a sharp curse, he glances down at the object angrily and blinks. Oh, that's where it went to. Picking up the journal, he finally makes it back to his desk and seats himself. He looks over something in a book before he speaks indirectly to his journal.]

Winry, I may need to borrow your workshop later, if you don't mind. I want to add a few finishing touches to something I've been working on, and begin preparations for another project.

Oh, yes...Guy? I'd like to speak with you about that, actually.

[And, just as he's about to ignore his journal until one of the two speaks up, Dist remembers something. He lifts his head from his work and turns toward the journal's camera.]

And before I forget once again...I spoke with someone about piano lessons some time ago. I'm uncertain if the one I spoke to is still here or has been returned, but if anyone else here in Luceti is gifted in that aspect, please contact me. I'd like to make time to learn.

Comments

[Voice]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Of course! In fact, I have something for you.

[Voice]

[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

Ah--you do?

[Voice]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

I was kidnapped a little while back so it took me longer than expected, but I finished your frame for you.

[Voice]

[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

You were--are you all right?! [Damn those people! Didn't one of them say the kidnappings would stop some time ago?! Rrgh...]

[Voice]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

I'm fine, I'm fine.

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[PING]

Can I help? Are you going to ask me to help?

[OMG OMG OMG]

[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

I want to discuss the idea for the project with you first. In person, it you don't mind. [...] And I may require your assistance in its construction.

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[MUTED SQUEAK]

All right!

[...though he calms down.]

Ahh, but is there any chance I could convince you to come here? Luke's sick and I'd rather not leave him alone.

[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

[GUY, YOU ARE SUCH AN AMATEUR.]

...That's fine. [He didn't live very far away, thankfully.] If you're available, I'd like to come over now.

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Yup, I'm available. I'll put on some tea.

[Like a good hostess.]

[action]

[silversnowfall]

I should hope you won't leave someone else's workshop in a state similar to this room?

[standing in your doorway just...observing.]

[action]

[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

[Dist hunches his shoulders at the sound of Nephry's voice. He looks very much like a child caught raiding the cookie jar.]

...It'll be taken care of once my project is completed. On the offhand, how are you feeling, Nephry?

[action]

[silversnowfall]

I have been perfectly fine for days.

May I ask what exactly this 'project' entails?

[action]

[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

No complications at all?

[He turns in his seat, asking honestly and more from a medical standpoint. Of course he was still concerned, but he really just wanted to make sure Nephry remained perfectly healthy.

..Ah. Yes. That. Well, seeing as how Nephry might not exactly approve of the near completion of his fontech pistol, she may approve of the other idea.]

When I met with the Professor some time ago, we talked about the possible creation and installation of a defense system. I want to see if I could perhaps work that into the structure of the house as well as employ it for noncombatants somehow. I haven't started planning anything yet, but I do have some ideas already.

[action]

[silversnowfall]

None that I'm aware of.

...A defense system? Of what sort?

/breaks hiatus

[skulljokelol.livejournal.com]

Ah! I do believe that you and I once discussed piano lessons, yes! I take it that you are still interested, then?

/feels special. |D

[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

[OH, SWEET YULIA, WHAT--...wait. Wait, he remembers you. Vaguely. Hnngh, that's right. The person he talked to so long ago was a skeleton. A very talent musician, yes, but also a walking, talking skeleton.

...Sob.]

Y-Yes...sir, I am. If you're available within the next few hours - three at the very most - I'd like to start as soon as possible. I don't want to put it off any longer.

<3

[skulljokelol.livejournal.com]

Yohohoho! An eager learner, are we? Splendid! Positively splendid!

I should be able to meet you at the Seventh Heaven in say... an hour, or so? We can begin your lessons with the piano there.

<333

[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

All right, that should be fine. I'll meet with you then.

[Thankfully, he's skilled with taking care of his work and Guy is close enough housing wise. He's just in time as he enters Seventh Heaven, looking around for Brook.]

[Written]

[distressedude]

Thinking about taking up the piano, Dist?

[Written]

[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

That's correct, Fon Master. I have always enjoyed the instrument, and spoken with someone some time ago for lessons. [That person just happened to be a skeleton, s-sob.]

How's your injury? Are you feeling well?

[Written]

[distressedude]

[Awwww, Dist is worried about him~]

I'm feeling much better, thank you for asking. I still feel a bit more tired than usual, but that should pass in time.

[Written]

[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

[Dist sighs, and frowns into his journal. These people live to make his life harder.]

It should also pass with proper rest, Fon Master. Your health being what it is already, I would have assumed you knew that much already.

[Voice]

[lezareno_prez]

[This is long overdue on his end, really, but now that Gelda has told him the news, he feels it only fair for him to speak with Dist himself. For all his teasing, he really bears no ill will towards the man at all, and if he's to marry Gelda, he wants to make that clear to Dist.]

Dist, may I have a word with you?

[Voice]

[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

[Dist bristles immediately once he gets this message, home from meeting with everyone for the day. He had been in a considerably good mood but, now...rrrgh. Though he said he'd be happy for Gelda, he just couldn't help but clench his teeth together.]

...Would you prefer here or in person?