Post by dione on May 22, 2009 14:07:34 GMT -6
Chapter 1 Enter the storm alchemist
The train whistle blew as it stopped. A few moments later people started to get off the train. There was a lot of the hustle and bustle that any public place would not have lack of. The central train station was packed full; it was a wonder that anyone could get anywhere. Today it must have been really busy unless I am mistaken. I had managed to get off the train, uncertain where to go from this point and the fact that my disuse was making me rather hot. All my disuse consists of was a heavy trench coat, a hat, sunglasses and my hair tied back. Well there was no use for me to stand around. Moving through the crowd was really tough; trying to keep an eye on the exit was another challenge. One could easily get turned around if not alert at all times. Did I mention that the train station was packed full? Well anyway, I sighed in relief, I had managed to make it to the exit. I looked around unsure of my self when I spotted a military car parked in front of the train station. Were they waiting for me? I decided to go and ask the driver, besides what harm could that do. Walking towards the car at a decent pace, I was starting to get second thoughts... besides I'm not the only one to have second thoughts am I now. The closer I got the harder it was to move my legs, but fortunately I had made it there before I couldn't move them at all. There were two men sitting in the car discussing something.
"...besides do you even know who we are waiting for?" the Warrant Officer hand asked. He had grey hair seemed much older than the Lt. who sat in the driver's seat. He had blond hair, blue eyes and a cigarette in his mouth other than that I didn't know any more about the pair of them.
"Don't really know, all that the colonel had told me was he was a state alchemist..." he probably would of continued on but then I cleared my through.
"Excuse me?" both of the men looked at me. And I felt my heart starting to pound in my chest; was I loosing my nerve but the same I spoke again. "I don't mean to interrupt but I was told that there would be some one here to escort me to central headquarters."
The Lt. looked me up and down. "Aren't you The Storm Alchemist?" he asked. Unsure if my voice wasn't going to fail me or not, I just nodded instead. He considered for a moment then smiled. "We've been waiting for you." he then muttered something about waiting half the day in the car. I felt sorry for the both of them, not want to make them wait on me any longer, I opened the door and got in the car. Once I had closed the car door is when it started moving, heading towards my destination. I sat there in the silence for a while, wondering why I had been transferred in the first place. Looking into the rearview mirror I could see my reflection and it was of a stranger that I was unfamiliar with that got me to wonder about the two men who escorted me? What did they think when they had seen this total stranger? I noticed that the Lt. was keeping his focus on the road and was probably not likely to speak at the time. While the warrant officer tried his best to make thing seem not so obvious by talking to me.
"So," he started "you transferred from northern headquarters? I heard it was rough up that way." I almost answer instantly. But took some time in what to say.
"Nothing ever got out of hand." It was true, it was rough there. I had been the one they had sent on dangerous missions, knowing an alchemist could handle a lot more things than any common solider. That was probably one reason the had transferred me and wearing this disuse. I probably had became a target ... See I only had been to central once and that was when I had became a state alchemist, other than that I was uncertain of what had changed and what didn't. "I was stunned that they were planning to transfer me." I added. Looking at my watch I noticed not much time has passed say ten minuets roughly. When I looked back up is when the military car had pulled up to central headquarters.
Once the car had been parked, I got out for a better look it wasn't that it had changed much. It just was that I was stunned seeing it hadn't changed but then again I could be wrong. The Lt. cleared his through and wasted for my attention to focus on him be for he gave me further instructions.
***
Colonel Mustang sat at his desk waiting impatiently for the storm alchemist to arrive. Already it had taken to long, more than half the day in fact. Lt. Hawkeye stood near his desk; she seemed as if nothing ever bothered her, she seemed to notice his aggravation but said nothing. There could be many reasons for a delay, but why was this happening to him? Fhury and Brita were also here waiting because he had ordered them to. Mustang's fingers drummed the desk as time seemed to inch on.
"Hey, Breda," Fhury began "what do you know about the Storm Alchemist?"
"How should I know?" Breda muttered "If you what to know, you might as well ask the colonel."
Fhury looked at Mustang uncertain if he should or not. "Colonel, what have you heard about the Storm Alchemist? "
Colonel Mustang stopping the drumming of his fingers. "The storm alchemist has quite a reputation in the northern region, and has been stationed there till recently." He looked around the room at his subordinates. "Storm's Alchemy is based up on the weather ...mostly rain storms and lighting." Before Mustang could go on, the door opened ... Colonel Mustang looked up slightly to see three people enter the room. Lt. Havoc, Warrant officer Falman and a total stranger, he assumed to be the Storm Alchemist. "I hope your trip went well." He started.
"It went well enough sir." The storm alchemist answered respectively.
He decided to give Havoc and Falman appreciation for at least arriving. "Good work Lt. Havoc and Warrant officer Falman." Mustang considered for a moment as he over looked the Storm Alchemist's appearance. Coming to the conclusion that she was wearing a disguise he continued on. "So you're the Storm Alchemist, you have quite a reputation from what I hear." He said with a small smile.
"Thank you sir but you don't have to treat me with high respect just because of my reputation." She took off he sun glasses and her hat. The instance she had did every on in the room had gone stunned except Roy Mustang him self and Riza Hawkeye.
Brita said something like "Well, what do you know?"
"I'll be..." Falman had muttered.
"How is this possible?" Fhury said trying to figure this out.
Havoc expression was the most stunned out of them all. "A girl..." was all he managed to say. The cigarette had fallen out of his mouth as he continued to stare in aw.
'Now that was a bit entertaining' Mustang had admitted to himself before going on. "I'll expect you to do your best while you're here." This was just one of the basic things that he expected from her.
The train whistle blew as it stopped. A few moments later people started to get off the train. There was a lot of the hustle and bustle that any public place would not have lack of. The central train station was packed full; it was a wonder that anyone could get anywhere. Today it must have been really busy unless I am mistaken. I had managed to get off the train, uncertain where to go from this point and the fact that my disuse was making me rather hot. All my disuse consists of was a heavy trench coat, a hat, sunglasses and my hair tied back. Well there was no use for me to stand around. Moving through the crowd was really tough; trying to keep an eye on the exit was another challenge. One could easily get turned around if not alert at all times. Did I mention that the train station was packed full? Well anyway, I sighed in relief, I had managed to make it to the exit. I looked around unsure of my self when I spotted a military car parked in front of the train station. Were they waiting for me? I decided to go and ask the driver, besides what harm could that do. Walking towards the car at a decent pace, I was starting to get second thoughts... besides I'm not the only one to have second thoughts am I now. The closer I got the harder it was to move my legs, but fortunately I had made it there before I couldn't move them at all. There were two men sitting in the car discussing something.
"...besides do you even know who we are waiting for?" the Warrant Officer hand asked. He had grey hair seemed much older than the Lt. who sat in the driver's seat. He had blond hair, blue eyes and a cigarette in his mouth other than that I didn't know any more about the pair of them.
"Don't really know, all that the colonel had told me was he was a state alchemist..." he probably would of continued on but then I cleared my through.
"Excuse me?" both of the men looked at me. And I felt my heart starting to pound in my chest; was I loosing my nerve but the same I spoke again. "I don't mean to interrupt but I was told that there would be some one here to escort me to central headquarters."
The Lt. looked me up and down. "Aren't you The Storm Alchemist?" he asked. Unsure if my voice wasn't going to fail me or not, I just nodded instead. He considered for a moment then smiled. "We've been waiting for you." he then muttered something about waiting half the day in the car. I felt sorry for the both of them, not want to make them wait on me any longer, I opened the door and got in the car. Once I had closed the car door is when it started moving, heading towards my destination. I sat there in the silence for a while, wondering why I had been transferred in the first place. Looking into the rearview mirror I could see my reflection and it was of a stranger that I was unfamiliar with that got me to wonder about the two men who escorted me? What did they think when they had seen this total stranger? I noticed that the Lt. was keeping his focus on the road and was probably not likely to speak at the time. While the warrant officer tried his best to make thing seem not so obvious by talking to me.
"So," he started "you transferred from northern headquarters? I heard it was rough up that way." I almost answer instantly. But took some time in what to say.
"Nothing ever got out of hand." It was true, it was rough there. I had been the one they had sent on dangerous missions, knowing an alchemist could handle a lot more things than any common solider. That was probably one reason the had transferred me and wearing this disuse. I probably had became a target ... See I only had been to central once and that was when I had became a state alchemist, other than that I was uncertain of what had changed and what didn't. "I was stunned that they were planning to transfer me." I added. Looking at my watch I noticed not much time has passed say ten minuets roughly. When I looked back up is when the military car had pulled up to central headquarters.
Once the car had been parked, I got out for a better look it wasn't that it had changed much. It just was that I was stunned seeing it hadn't changed but then again I could be wrong. The Lt. cleared his through and wasted for my attention to focus on him be for he gave me further instructions.
***
Colonel Mustang sat at his desk waiting impatiently for the storm alchemist to arrive. Already it had taken to long, more than half the day in fact. Lt. Hawkeye stood near his desk; she seemed as if nothing ever bothered her, she seemed to notice his aggravation but said nothing. There could be many reasons for a delay, but why was this happening to him? Fhury and Brita were also here waiting because he had ordered them to. Mustang's fingers drummed the desk as time seemed to inch on.
"Hey, Breda," Fhury began "what do you know about the Storm Alchemist?"
"How should I know?" Breda muttered "If you what to know, you might as well ask the colonel."
Fhury looked at Mustang uncertain if he should or not. "Colonel, what have you heard about the Storm Alchemist? "
Colonel Mustang stopping the drumming of his fingers. "The storm alchemist has quite a reputation in the northern region, and has been stationed there till recently." He looked around the room at his subordinates. "Storm's Alchemy is based up on the weather ...mostly rain storms and lighting." Before Mustang could go on, the door opened ... Colonel Mustang looked up slightly to see three people enter the room. Lt. Havoc, Warrant officer Falman and a total stranger, he assumed to be the Storm Alchemist. "I hope your trip went well." He started.
"It went well enough sir." The storm alchemist answered respectively.
He decided to give Havoc and Falman appreciation for at least arriving. "Good work Lt. Havoc and Warrant officer Falman." Mustang considered for a moment as he over looked the Storm Alchemist's appearance. Coming to the conclusion that she was wearing a disguise he continued on. "So you're the Storm Alchemist, you have quite a reputation from what I hear." He said with a small smile.
"Thank you sir but you don't have to treat me with high respect just because of my reputation." She took off he sun glasses and her hat. The instance she had did every on in the room had gone stunned except Roy Mustang him self and Riza Hawkeye.
Brita said something like "Well, what do you know?"
"I'll be..." Falman had muttered.
"How is this possible?" Fhury said trying to figure this out.
Havoc expression was the most stunned out of them all. "A girl..." was all he managed to say. The cigarette had fallen out of his mouth as he continued to stare in aw.
'Now that was a bit entertaining' Mustang had admitted to himself before going on. "I'll expect you to do your best while you're here." This was just one of the basic things that he expected from her.