Zolf J Kimbley (
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tvk2012-01-30 05:08 pm
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1.1 - Hydrogen. [Voice]
Okay, so, this is...
[Well, whatever this is, it's coming from someone clearly not familiar with the concept of cell phones; his voice quiets for approximately two seconds - just long enough to mutter a soft, disgruntled "This feels so stupid..." before he continues on at the same volume he had been speaking at before.
"The same volume" being one that implies he's holding the phone about a foot from his face and yelling into it.]
Yeah, so I'm out of flagpoles to run things up and no one's saluting anyway, so I thought I'd give this...radio thing a try. This is Lieutenant Colonel Kimbley of the Amestrian military - I guess I can appreciate your medical support, but this whole situation here stopped being okay as soon as this place stopped being Liore. If you want to tell me who you are or why you brought me here, that'd be great - otherwise there's going to be some problems, like your little city going up in flames.
[More fidgeting with the phone; awkward awkward awkward, I think I'm a hostage and what's this.]
Anyway. Right. Answers would be good. You have half an hour to return the damn transmission - I'd suggest you start with the answers before I start with the fireworks, this place looks like it'll go up real easy.
[Well, whatever this is, it's coming from someone clearly not familiar with the concept of cell phones; his voice quiets for approximately two seconds - just long enough to mutter a soft, disgruntled "This feels so stupid..." before he continues on at the same volume he had been speaking at before.
"The same volume" being one that implies he's holding the phone about a foot from his face and yelling into it.]
Yeah, so I'm out of flagpoles to run things up and no one's saluting anyway, so I thought I'd give this...radio thing a try. This is Lieutenant Colonel Kimbley of the Amestrian military - I guess I can appreciate your medical support, but this whole situation here stopped being okay as soon as this place stopped being Liore. If you want to tell me who you are or why you brought me here, that'd be great - otherwise there's going to be some problems, like your little city going up in flames.
[More fidgeting with the phone; awkward awkward awkward, I think I'm a hostage and what's this.]
Anyway. Right. Answers would be good. You have half an hour to return the damn transmission - I'd suggest you start with the answers before I start with the fireworks, this place looks like it'll go up real easy.
Voice
[because he's been raised to introduce himself politely.]
I'm afraid I don't know much, but this place is called Prospero. It's in America, though I'm not sure where.
You mentioned the Amestrian military--where exactly are you from?
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Amestris? I'm...not sure where that is, either.
[And he has relatively decent geographical knowledge, too.]
Could you specify which country it's part of?
Voice
That...Amestris is the country.
Voice
[He stops to think. Amestris...Am...es..tris. Nope. Now he's doubting himself a little here. Well, it's best not to mention that...]
Do you mind telling me what Amestris is like?
Voice
[Thiiiiinking...]
A lot of nothing in general, really, outside of the cities. Central's huge enough to make up for it, but still.
[No, seriously, he has genuinely never thought about this. Huh. Weird.]
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[Lion's trying to piece things together, here...maybe people really have been taken from different worlds and brought here. It doesn't make sense, but...well, isn't this sort of proof?]
It's actually a very well-known country--I'm honestly surprised you haven't heard of it. Which brings me to my next point...
I'm still fuzzy on the details, but I've been told that we've been taken from our own worlds and brought to this place. Does that sound like an appropriate explanation to you, Lieutenant Colonel?