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[17 Sep 2004|07:55pm] |
It seems that I have been careless as of late, in leaving my personal journal open on my desk. This became a harsh reality when Roy Mustang stormed into my office, quite flustered. The blithering fool. Anyhow, he had apparently discovered my theft of his pencil sharpener, and the destruction of his pencils. He also blamed me for apparently putting some sort of animal carcass into his closet. Not quite sure about that one, I'll need to speak with Kimberly. After about an hour of giving him false statements, I believe he may have bought my story. After all, a creative genius such as I could not possibly fail in his schemes. Mustang is also not one of the brightest men out there.
Speaking of Mustang, I understand the ex-serial murderer Barry the Chopper has temporarily taken up residence with him. After doing some extensive research into his file, I understand that he has spent some time in the 5th laboratory and he cares for no one. Perhaps this person will be of great use to me if I can bribe him for his services. I will look further into this and setup a meeting with him on my day off.
I still have not had a chance to meet with Alphonse Elric. I hope he still has some of those kittens. I remember once as a child Mum had bought one for me. I wasn't allowed to play with the other children. Their parents feared I had some sort of illness and called me a vampire. Not quite sure why, but I have gotten that quite a bit in life. Anyhow, Mum had bought me a cat which I named Fluffywuggles. He was a wonderful playmate, but tragically he met his end when Mum accidentally left the oven open one evening while preparing dinner for us. I've been so excited since I learned I may once again have a feline to call my own that in honor of him, I have sketched Mr. Fluffywuggles so I will remember him always.
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[10 Sep 2004|11:30pm] |
The past 48 hours have been agonizing.
Kimberly has, to my knowledge, returned from Ishbal. No sign of him to report in and give me an update. And I have been informed that he was hosting a gathering at his residence with this renegade Homunculus that I have yet to meet. He will have some serious explaining to do when he does indeed come to my office for a debriefing.
Last night, at around midnight, my phone rang. Someone claiming to be Roy Mustang. Curse the name.
The call was an invitation to a housewarming party. Being the brilliant man that I am, I put it all together and understood that Mustang would do no such thing. Not that I care about that man, nor his silly gatherings. The voice on the other line seemed curiously like Havok's. If it indeed was him, he will be reprimanded for his actions. I somehow have the feeling that Mustang is involved in all of this. I will investigate further.
After a day full of meetings with the Fuhrer and Hakuro-daishou on various non-important topics, I filed my paperwork for the day and left my office.
I noticed a large amount of bird feces on my car. Could it be that someone is luring them to my vehicle to do their business from above? The situation seems a little odd, seeing how none of the other cars were defiled. I do believe the hand of Roy Mustang is behind this, or that of his subordinates. I will investigate this matter as well.
But, my day ended on a positive note. After cleaning up said mess, I backed out and accidentally hit Mustang's car. Damage was minimal, however, a tail light was destroyed in the process. A small victory.
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| The True Nature of Things |
[29 Aug 2004|08:27pm] |
It has become apparent ever since his departure to Ishbal, that Kimberly has befriended a rogue homunculus. I've done a small bit of research on these beings, and it seems they are also seeking the Philosopher's Stone. However, this one in particular cares only for himself, and through his defiance he has no association with the others.
That is about all I am able to sum up thus far.
After considerable thought, I've decided I would like to meet this person whose name is as of yet unknown. He can prove to be a useful tool in my efforts to advance within the military, and stand out above that pretentious bastard Mustang.
But how to go about this all? It will take a mastermind such as myself to devise a plan. I will need to find out what it is he is seeking and negotiate with that in mind.
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[25 Aug 2004|02:31pm] |
My ingenious advertising company came up with this...I believe it will prove useful in proving I am the superior commander.
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[20 Aug 2004|12:13am] |
To: Lt. Col. Zolph J. Kimberly
From: Col. Frank Archer
This morning, I recieved a restaurant bill from Ishbal. I'm not quite sure what is going on up there, but you better impress me when you get back for the amount I've had to pay out of my budget for all of your damned expenses. If I so much as find out that you were eating lobster and wasting time up there, you will be severely reprimanded.
On a final note, please prepare for me a compiled list of the activities of Roy Mustang and his men, and do not skip over a single detail. I want you in my office with the report the moment you return from Ishbal.
Signed,
Col. Frank Archer
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[15 Aug 2004|11:33pm] |
.After neatly organizing and filing my paperwork, I proceeded down to the mess hall for a quick meal. They were serving meatloaf and potatoes, I opted for a salad instead. There was a brief struggle with a packet of low-fat Ranch dressing, but in the end I got the better half of it. Unfortunately, I did drop some on my pants.
Note: Remember to send pants out for dry-cleaning.
At about 1400 hours, I took a walk around the complex, passed by one of Mustang's subordinates who gave a salute. No response on my part. Eventually, I walked past Mustang's office. It seemed that the cleaning personnel accidentally left his door unlocked and open a bit. After a few minutes of deliberation I walked in, there was a replusive odor in the office which nearly caused me to leave immediately. It seemed to be coming from the closet? I really didn't want to know. Went over to his desk, and broke all the pencils in his cup right in half. Also decided to take his pencil sharpener with me, mine has been acting up lately - and a good Colonel always needs his trusty pencil when doing his work. Let's see how he'll get through this one. After said act was completed, I hastily retreated from the office and closed the door.
1600 hours, I've finished all of my reports and signed off on Kimberly's psychiatrist's evaluation. Nothing new there, it was his medical opinion that he was suffering from possible pyromania, and he may be a danger to others. Big suprise. I dismissed the request.
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