8th Picture [Action]

[bestpapaever]

[Hughes was the smart one. He was supposed to be the cool-headed, composed guy. Hell, ever since coming to Mayfield he's done his damnedest to make everyone stay alert, stay out of trouble, try and be calm about everything going on... Even when this place went to Soviet hell, he was dishing out his usual advice as best he could.

But--upon working in

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[rogue_crow]

[Have a Zevran passing by~]

You look quite angry, my friend.

[best_papa_evar]

[Hughes sighs, trying to let the anger filter out of him while he flexed his throbbing hand.]

Not as angry as that asshole drone, when he wakes up.

[rogue_crow]

Oh? [He glances at Hughes' hand, then the factory, then back to Hughes.] What happened?

[best_papa_evar]

I may or may not have lost my temper concerning the treatment of a fellow worker.

[sanctusdei]

[Hello comrade factory worker, please excuse Theo while he watches you with AWE and JEALOUSY because if he tried to punch something like that, he's probably just break all his fingers. And because he'd been thinking about doing the same thing to the authorities all days.]

...Bravo.

[best_papa_evar]

[Ahaha, he may broken a few, actually. But who the fuck cares! Certainly not this guy. He's not really in a talkative mood now, but at least you aren't one of the communist dudes. So have a pat on the shoulder before he's off and away.]

Thanks. Keep working hard.

[sanctusdei]

[From behind you, on your way out]

They're just going to drone you and send you right back in.

[best_papa_evar]

Oh, I know.

But I'm satisfied anyway.

[kimitoaruiteku]

[Oh yes, Al has the best job ever.

You might find him throwing up in a corner if you're nearby where he's supposed to work.]

[best_papa_evar]

[Lucky you, Hughes is changing shift to another machine and notices Alphonse. He'll just walk over and put his arm around your shoulder, wincing at your sickness as he waits for it to pass.]

[kimitoaruiteku]

[Shaking and coughs a little.] I... I'm alright...

[best_papa_evar]

No--none of it's okay. This isn't right.

[He clasps the boy's shoulders delicately, the disappointment all over his face. It's hard to mask it, at this point.]

You shouldn't be here...

[kleinefurstin]

[uuuuh we can just insert a reason for her to be in the factory.

Anyway, having been assigned the job of party agent with the mission of subduing all dangerous subversives... yeah.

She is not pleased.]

[best_papa_evar]

[Whatevs he doesn't care Liechenwhatever because he's having a bad day.

Hughes turns and gives you this look.]

One of my dearest friends is scooping severed fingers out of machines. It's good to see you weren't as unlucky as him.

[And he starts off, looking stern and uncaring of the consequences.]

[kleinefurstin]

Everyone's friend is doing some impossible or inhumane task today.

[best_papa_evar]

[He pauses, looking over his shoulder.]

That's right. It's a damn shame.

[He turns back and sighs.]

If you'll excuse me, I'd like to have a moment before they try and re-educate me...

[best_papa_evar]

[And Hughes catches sight of him between job shifts. More than one machine to run for good ol' Mayfield, of course.]

Zidane! What are you doing in here??

[Not... exactly the best place for him to be. Silent Hill shit going on every which way, and all.]

[best_papa_evar]

You should get out right now. I don't know if they punish trespassing, but you can't be here. You're too young to be here...

[He frowns.]

You can't get yourself into trouble.