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Kat looked around, wide-eyed with interest, as she had never been to a place like this before.
"Wow, its alot different than I expected. Lets see if we can find anyone here to help us." Riku exclaimed, looking around the room.

((Okay, new with this... so I'm taking Riza-san's approach and creating a bio for the character along with my introduction. *beams*


Name: Winry Rockbell
Age: 19
Occupation: Automail Mechanic
Hair: Sunbleached blonde
Eyes: Coppenhagen blue
Height: Approx. 5'6"
Personality: Violent, technically inclined, headstrong and reckless, but sweet when it matters and strong where it counts. [Many thanks to Riza-san for help with the bio! heart ]

And now for an intro...))


Winry tapped her sandal-clad foot impatiently against the wooden floor. She was beginning to get tired of waiting for the phone to ring. Brushing off her hands and tightening the bandana around her head, she sighed.

Walking once more over to the desk where the phone lay dormant, she rested one hand on the edge of it, shooting an irked glare at the device. She pulled a chair from where it rest a few feet away and set it in front of the desk, sitting backwards in it. She continued to stare at the phone, willing it to ring.

A soft clicking announced Den's entrance to the room, and Winry noticed a nudging at her hand. Jumping slightly, she turned to smile at the canine. Petting the top of his head, she wondered aloud what Al was up to.

"What do you think, Den? Maybe he's just busy..." she eyed the phone again. A vein popped out on her forhead, and she scooted the chair closer to the desk. "... but you know, if he were busy, you'd think he'd have the decency to call me and mention that!" Scowling softly, she rest her chin on the back of the chair.

Maybe I'll just call him. Then I can figure out what the heck he's doing.

Extending a hand toward the phone, she dialed the number for Izumi Curtis's home, and rested the receiver against her shoulder, letting it ring and drumming her fingers against the desk in an annoyed manner. When Izumi answered her phone, Winry's voice came out angrier than she'd intended it to.

"Izumi-san, where the hell is Al!?"

The dark-haired woman jumped on the other end of the phone.

"Uhm... Central...?" She replied, cautiously. Winry's jaw fell open.

Central? Central?! Her mind screamed. Nice of you to let me know where the heck you are, Al!! She snarled softly.

"Oh, is he...? Thank you, Izumi-san." She tried her hardest not to slam the phone back into it's cradle, without much success. Izumi jumped on the other end again, and stared at the telephone receiver a moment before setting it back into it's place, and eyeing it oddly. Shrugging, she went off to continue whatever business she'd been attending to.

Winry seethed. How could he?! She worried about him, for God's sake! Least he could do would be tell her where he was headed...!

Standing up and nearly throwing the chair back into it's place, Den skidding out of the way and sitting primly in a safe corner, Winry gathered the pieces of the project she'd been working on and put them away. Cleaning herself off, she made her way up the stairs to change, all but glowing with anger.

Making her way back down the stairs after changing, she picked up her toolbag and slung it over her shoulder. She would never go anywhere unprepared. And besides -- a wrench or two might come in handy when she found Al.

As she headed for the door, she was confronted with the two-foot-tall, lovingly strict Pinako Rockbell. The woman stared at Winry.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"To Central to find Al. I called Izumi-san, and she told me that's where he went." Winry tried to keep the anger from ebbing into her voice as she spoke. Pinako sighed softly, and nodded. Moving to step around her, Winry spoke once more.

"I should be back in a few days, and I plan to bring him with me." With that, she nodded to Pinako once more, and made her way out the door, stepping confidently.

Al moved further into the train station and waited for Ashtoreth to join him. She seem different, somehow. Like her becoming a State Alchemist has altered her, perhaps? He looked at her eyes, wondering what she had done with herself since leaving Izumi's training. Izumi-sensei mentioned that when you give up your own morals and become a "dog of the military", you lose something inside. I wonder if that's what happened, or if I am just imagining things.

She has been here for a little time now, and I wonder if she knows the books I will be looking for. Of course, I can only hope she does not, for if she does then she, too, has felt the pain of creating a homunculus. Alphonse shifted slighty at that thought, a chill not borne of the damp weather running aloing his spine. He set his suitcase down and readjusted his coat again. It did not seem to fit him all that well anymore, and he would have to see about some kind of employment to buy some new gear.

As he looked briefly around, there was an odd feeling of familiarity to this place. He had not been outside the train depot, to his knowledge, but he was certain that he knew where to go if he let his feet take him there. An odd sense of deja vu crept into him once more, like some ghost of the past revisiting him. As he looked around briefly, he had the uneasy feeling that he was being watched, but dismissed it as there were a few passers by that took notice of him.

I hope Izumi-sensei does not find out about my being here. She had a hard ebnough time when word leaked back about Ashtoreth joining the State Alchemists, and it was all I could do to keep her there so I could ask about things relating to my brother's dissapearance. I never imagined all the knowledge about the gate she possessed and, even though it took a lot of careful questions, she did give me some valuable clues about how to interact with it. All I need now is a bit more information. Surely there is someone who has been across to the other side and returned to tell of it. If nothing else, I can see if there are any references to the ones that do spawn on the other side: the homunculi. It's a last resort, but if I found one of them I could ask what I need of them.

As he thought about the homunculi once more, he suddenly felt so unprotected. Almost naked, like he had been stripped of his defenses. It was an odd sensation, as the sound of heavy rain fall surrounded him. He shivered once and looked for Ashtoreth. It had felt like an impossible amount of time had passed during the brief wandering of his mind.

"Wow, its alot different than I expected. Lets see if we can find anyone here to help us." Riku exclaimed, looking around the room.

"Uh... okay.... But who?" Kat wasn't around people much, and the amount in the building was a lot for her.

((kk, helldriver, ill edit the 1st post!

oh and, can you turn off your siggy when in here? ^^; ))

((edit: i realized i got so into the post i forgot the bio! sweatdrop

name: Adine McLearynn
age: only her hairdresser knows for certain. i'd say...25ish?
occupation: Civilian Member of the Parliament; Secretary to Minister Filch, Head of Internal and Domestic Affairs.
height: 5'3" (160cm)
hair: bright copper-red
eyes: shifting shades of green
personality: Adine is very secretive...no one knows very much about her on a personal level. She accepted the job in Parliament when it was offered to her as a sort of recompense for the loss of family members in the transmutation incident of the city of Lior. She is thorough, quiet, and exotic, with a thick accent telltale of her birthplace. And, like any self-respecting secretary...her skirts are way too short and her legs far too long... stare ))




There was the sound of clean, sharp footfalls down the hallway. Clakk, clakk, clakk... like a metronome in their even stride. Black shoes gave way to long, toned legs, and led up to a gray skirt that was surely a few inches too short to fit dress code regulation. A short gray jacket that matched the short skirt covered a crisp white shirt and a red tie around a slender neck. Her skin was the color of pink porcelain, her eyes the shade of a faceted peridot. A tiny, upturned nose dotted the center of her face, right above a pair of slim, heart-shaped lips that she licked often enough (and with such a look on her face) to make her officemates squirm.

Her name was Adine. Adine McLearynn. And she was not only Secretary to the Minister of Internal and Domestic Affairs in HQ...she was the current head-turner in the building. She had been working there for four years, but it seemed that only recently she had come into her blossom. With her fire-red hair and her obedient, hard-working, eager-to-please attitude, she had quickly become the object-of-drool of many of the young male soldiers stationed in Central.

With a flashlight in one hand and a stack of papers tucked beneath her other arm. Adine sashayed down the hallway, her hips swaying in such a fashion that if the lights had been on, she surely would have heard a door or two open behind her as their occupants peeked out into the hall to watch her breeze past. But, alas, the lights were out, and no one was about to see Adine stroll down the hall toward Brigadier General Mustang's office.

With a lick of her lips and a brush of her hand to tuck a stray lock of scarlet behind one ear, Adine lifted her hand and knocked twice on the thick oak door, behind which sat Roy Mustang. She paused, heard a call of invitation, and hesitantly opened the door.

"Sir?" she drawled in a flawless Irish brogue that always left her colleagues gaping for a moment. "Mustang-junshou, excuse the interruption. I have some paperwork from Minister Filch that...couldn't wait for the power to come back on. Might I...intrude a moment and be graced with your autograph? It'll only be a moment..."

She hesitated in the doorway, noticed that everyone else in the room was staring at her with gawking eyes, and felt a blush tinger her cheeks.

Great. Common reaction. Even in the dark, she was startling. Her voice, most of all. The velvet words that rolled off her tongue usually had this effect on people. She sighed, and after a moment of silence, she heard Mustang's voice beckoning her inside. With a nod and a flutter of her eyes over her black-rimmed glasses; a slight bow, and she entered the office closing the door behind her, still holding the flashlight as she headed for the brigadier general's desk.

Looking away from Ed and Riza a moment, his deep gray eyes fell on the newcomer. He raised an eyebrow as his eyes travelled down her slender form and stopped at the... what was that... was it a MINISKIRT?!

He was thankful that the lights were out, as one couldn't see his gawking at the fact that there were employees who wore miniskirts! It was a heavensend. He watched her hips sway, he found himself almost counting in time with them as they swayed to and fro.

Surely she had practiced this, there was no way she could have the rhythm down so flawlessly otherwise. Then on down the long dazzling things that were attatched to her hips and ankles. Those were surely the most perfectly toned legs he had ever seen. It took him a moment to snap out of the trance that he was in as she spoke to him with that Irish drawl of hers. It must indeed be true that heaven is a place on earth.



He cleared his throat as she approached while snapping his eyes from her lower extremities up to her gorgeous green eyes. He now found himself being enchanted by those as well. Should he start off with asking her if she was busy later that night? No, no, that wouldn't be appropriate of him. Especially with Riza in there.

He looked to Riza quickly and then looked back to Adine. He held his hand out to take the papers from the young lady as she reached his desk. He picked up a pen and began to read through the papers.

"Might I ask what is so important it could not wait until the power came back on?"