First Transmutation

[thebloodseal]

Who: Alphonse Elric and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: October 15th

[Video]

[Hello, Fleet, there's a fearsome-looking suit of armor peering at the screen- though right now only one of his eyes is visible.]

So this is like a telephone or a radio, right? Except there are pictures and words on it, too! I really like it!

I'm Alphonse. Uh, don't mind how I look- I wear armor for protection. [Al wasn't under any delusions that he'd be able to keep the fact that he was hollow inside a secret for very long- he never seemed to be able to- but he was going to try.]

Brother, are you here, too? Major Miles? ... Winry?

[Action, on the Marsiva]

[There wasn't much Al could to do make himself look less conspicuous- he'd accepted that long ago- but here, in this unfamiliar place, he wished more than ever that he could. The Homunculi had eyes and ears everywhere in Amestris, and he had to be working under the assumption that they were here, too. He could only hope that they wouldn't be putting any innocent people in danger trying to find him.

He was also worried about Edward. He knew his brother would be fine in the storm, watched over by Major Miles, but what would happen to him afterward? And what about Winry, May, and Dr. Marcoh? He could care less about Scar, but he'd gone out to try and warn them that Briggs was unsafe, and now there was nobody to deliver that message.

Of course, if he kept blacking out... if this was it, if his soul was going to let go of his armor body... he might not have been able to get to them himself anyway.

Al let out a sigh. At least the view was pretty. Stars were everywhere.]

Video /Action

[lostthebet]

Who: Cayde-6
Broadcast: Public
Action: Marsiva
When: Oct. 15
[[Network Broadcast]]

[The initial unwitting feed from Cayde is pretty standard; waking up, looking around in confusion and doing some basic exploration as he tries to figure out where he is, why he's here, and what on the good green Earth happened.

Finding his stack of clean clothes, however, incites an immediate change. He goes rigid, taking out the black and red cloak and snapping it out to look at it fully, turning it over and inspecting all the corners. Begrudgingly satisfied, he shakes his head and continues to dress.

When he finally finds the personal communicator and notices it's broadcasting, he puts his metallic blue face right up close in a feint of anger.]

Yeah, okay, I get that you're trying to be nice but you do not - and I stress, NOT - touch a Hunter's cloak without permission.

[He steps back and finishes securing it in place, pulling the hood up over his head.]

But, since you did, nice work. Now, where am I and what in the Speaker's name is going on?

[[Action on the Marsiva]]

[He would be lying if he said it wasn't in some small large way exhilarating to be in such a position; inexplicably in a new place, free of the fetters of the tower, and able to roam and explore without consequence. The unexpected nature of it has him a little on edge, though; now isn't the time for a Vanguard to go missing.]

[He walks along the hallways in a casual manner, though his Hunter instincts and training have him checking every room nook and corner for any pieces to the current puzzle.]