#archaeologicalpuzzler

[solitaryoverlord]

archaeologicalpuzzler swung in

"And what a perfect opportunity to start my experiments. Where should I begin? How about augmentations to let your eyes shoot laser beams! Or... replacing your hands with drills! Muuuhahaha my mind is brimming with scientific excitement and evil curiosity!" 

       [♠] He approached the redhead, drool dripping from his chin as he panted heavily. His fingers were twitching with anticipation of the experiments to come.

[parentalpuzzler-blog]

"Y'know Hersh, I think we should start planning our wedding soon."

"Surely, you're right. I do hope you had some ideas, considering I've got a few of my own."

[twentypicarats]

Goodbye.

       [♠] The message started with him crying... obviously something was wrong, but the severity of the situation wasn't clear until;

“Randall I'm so sorry... Randall I'm... I'm so... s-so sorry...” 

       [♠] This was followed by a small fit of coughing, hoarse and dry; 

"Y-you were right... you were right all along... I should... hnn, should have told ma, sh-should have told pa... but it's, it's... I'm... I'm so sorry, but it's too late for me. Please... I hope you get this, please, please get this... pick up, Randall... please..." 

       [♠] The others unsteady, desperate breathing was picking up loudly over the phone, obviously something was more than a little wrong; 

"He found me... Alphonse did... and... and I think most of my bones are broken... I'm in so much pain, Randall... so much pain... no gentleman should experience p-pain like this. I'm sorry Randall... you were right about everything... absolutely everything. I'm so stupid, please, please forgive me... even when I'm gone." 

       [♠] The crying had turned to flat out sobs for a minute, and the phone hit the ground, and a thud was heard beside it. His voice had grown quiet, yet closer to the phone; 

"I'm a goner... I'm sorry, a-after the plans we made for the future... and everything we had set up... we were going to tell our parents, remember? About us... because we should never be ashamed of our love... if you want to keep it a secret though, I don't blame you... no need for you to suffer if I'm already gone. Just, know that... that in life or in death I still love you just the same..." 

"I'm just, so sorry... I love you, Randall Ascot..."

[parentalpuzzler-blog]

Goodbye.

“Randall? Randall it's me, Hershel. I really do hope... ah, I really hope you do get this and it doesn't just get lost in your voice mail like everything else. I know you're in Monte d'Or right now but, haha, I'm in the hospital, and they say I'm definitely on my death bed. I've got Luke here with me, and I think he's crying enough for both of you...” 

"They said I probably had the strength to call one person to say my goodbyes and, I was hoping to get to speak to you voice to voice... but a voice mail will have to do. I just wanted to say thank you... for everything, for giving my life purpose and meaning more than anything I could have ever hoped for. I wanted to say thanks for being a wonderful spouse, and a wonderful father to Luke... I wanted... wanted to say... to say..." 

       [♠] He was crying, it was obvious, his tone was wavering and small sniffles and choked sobs could be heard; 

"That I miss you... so much. I really wish I could have seen you again... you know... before I died. And.. and that I... and that I love you, so, so much... with all of my heart. You've made me happier than I thought possible. And I love you. I love you, Randall..." 

"I guess I should go... by the time you get this I'll... probably be gone. Please, don't let Luke cry too much, it's unbecoming of a gentleman... and don't you cry either... I love you. G-goodbye..."

[verduresapiens-archive]

archaeologicalpuzzler started following you

"Ooh, I spy a certain scarf-named boy~ I haven't seen an Ascot in ages, it feels. A pleasure~!"

[twentypicarats]

Are you sure it's not archaeology? Are you /sure/ it's not?

“Why would I like such a stupid subject?”

[twentypicarats]

Hersh... How long has Dalston been bothering you for?

”D-Dalston hasn't bothered me at all what are you talking about Randall? I-I mean he's been a completely normal guy he's just a bit rude isn't he?”

[twentypicarats]

archaeologicalpuzzler snuck in through the window

"Wh-who's there?"

       [♦] He sat up in his bed. There had been a rather loud thud as someone had entered his room, and all he saw was the faint outline and the gleam of the mans glasses. He was shaking, but stood out of his bed, stumbling backwards towards a light switch and slamming it on. The red hair, the orange ascot... Hershel sighed, relieved, but pouted heavily;

"You could have told me you were coming over tonight, Randall. It's not very kind to scare someone like that."