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[People have gone home. Sebastian is a demon. Ciel Phantomhive is on a skyscraper. And some weird priestess girl can apparently sense evil.

So what does Rachel Berry have to say about this?

Have our resident diva carefully setting up the PCD on her windowsill, looking uncertainly at the camera. When she's assured that it's recording, she peers into it like this is the most important question she will ever ask anyone in her entire life.]

Does anyone have a piano or any other musical instruments? Oh, and I need a sound system. Preferably surround, if that sort of thing is available around here.

[And she pauses to contemplate this.]

And has anyone tried holy water on this whole 'demon' problem? I mean, I don't believe in it, but I think Quinn told me once that holy water can melt sin. Or something.

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[He just stares, and looks away for just a moment enough to stifle his chuckle.]

Yes. Then you know those boys have potential?

Just don't go by the library.

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... potential for what? Singing?

[Roy, do not even tell her this, she will totally enlist them.]

... and why?

[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

[Oh, dear.]

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... because if they are, I'll need to test their aptitude.

[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

[MORE LAUGHTER. I'M SORRY.]

N-No...

[Have a clearing of his throat, as he totally tries to get back his lost composure.]

Potential to offer protection...

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Oh.

[Yes. She sounds disappointed.]

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I'm sorry, just... Singing.

I'm feel sure there was someone about not too long ago who had a penchant for the performing arts.

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What's wrong with singing? Anyone can do it. Whether or not you're at my level is another matter entirely. But.

... really?

[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

[Oh... Is that... an ego I see?]

It's a possibility. Of course, anything is a possibility here.

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[Rachel's ego is larger than the Inner City.]

Hmm. I suppose it won't hurt to ask.

I'm Rachel, by the way.

[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

[Oh, they'll get on wonderfully.]

Not at all. Perhaps you might like to...

A pleasure, I'm Colonel Roy Mustang.

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[Blink!]

More military people.

[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

... Surprised, yet you say you're friends with Edward?

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That's why I said 'another'. And I don't really know if we're friends...he's kind of a jerk... but he went and got me when I first got here, so I guess he's not too bad.

[She's grateful! Really!]

... are you from his world?

[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

Edward's temper is as short as he is himself.

I'm his Commanding Officer.

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[Ooh, Roy, she likes you.]

Really. [Hrm.]

[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

I make a habit of not telling lies.

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He told me I caterwauled.

[Clearly, telling his superior officer this means he'll be punished.]

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I wouldn't trust Edward's opinion on most things.

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[Roy: 1. Edward: -50.]

Hn.

... he did come get me.

[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

[The office tally is actually much different from that.]

He's a good kid. Give him time.

How long have you have the pleasure of Adstringendum, then?

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Only a week or so. Not very long.

[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

Hm. Yes.

How are you finding it?

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Positively terrible. There's no running water and I feel like I'm living in an actual production of Les Miserables.