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its_rose_damnit) wrote2011-01-18 06:51 pm
its_rose_damnit) wrote2011-01-18 06:51 pm
Eleven Rose Petals Fall - [Voice | Video]
[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.
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.
[action]
[Dist would probably have a hard time in a fight.
...especially since his fonic artes are pathetic. 8|]
Well, if I can help with that at all let me know, okay?
[action]
Dist makes a kind of have frown at the mention of his fonbots. His fonbots. He'd finally gotten to work on his best model during the draft after months of not seeing and touching anything remotely as wonderful as them. It was glorious. Then he had to leave.]
Believe me, if I could, I would have rebuilt the latest model already. But yes, marvelous. You're really the only one I can count one with even a speck of knowledge in the field of fonon technology, though I may ask someone else for some aid as well.
[Winry's talent may prove useful as well.] If Anything comes up, I'll contact you, but I'd like this to stay somewhat private.
[action]
You're counting on me?!
[action]
[He stands, straightening up.] I do hope you won't repeat any of this to anyone...
[action]
[Unless he figures out Dist's doing something that could be construed as unethical or dangerous to other people. Then he'll repeat it to as many people as he needs to.
Guy stands as well to escort Dist to the door.]
Thanks for coming by, and I'll make sure to talk to Edward about doing some metalwork for us.
[action]
[It's a shame he couldn't actually get anything started on the project today, but he was pretty busy with things. Hopefully the piano lesson he'd be going to would at least help to calm his nerves a little bit over the problem with fonons.]
I'll speak with you again, when I get some plans drawn out and properly formulated. Until then, good day.
[action]
[Guy stands at the door to wave cheerfully at Dist as he heads on his way. Once he's out of sight Guy ducks back inside to ponder quite thoughtfully about all of this.]