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Strider raised his arms up high he stretched his back. He sighed as he exited the first classroom of his first day.
"Man, can't they give a guy a break?" he murmured as he scratched his blond head.
Really, they should give new students a break before starting them up right away? After all, he had only just gotten into his dorm with his new things. He adjusted his blue coat once and shrugged his book further up into his arm. He turned and headed down the hall. And then he froze.
That face...
The man Strider recognized from earlier was heading right for him. In his defense, that did not scare him, but that look on his face... It was so damn familiar to him yet he could not place it. Automatically he could get an impression, though he had never formerly met the man before.
He's planning something... something diabolical that will probably get him into worlds of trouble, but will still manage to be a blast.
Still, the face was familiar, but for the life of him Strider could not figure out where he had seen it before.
He settled for just watching the walking figure, his childish curiosity and confusion clearly displayed on his face. Why did that make him feel nostalgic as well?

Now that I have become active due to my working out my writer's block, I expect others to become active as well. When I have the time, I will be sending out a message to everyone listed for the thread. A reply of some form is expected within seven (7) days of this message being received or the player in question will be terminated from this roleplay.

After grabbing his stuff from the ground Vanyel continued walking the halls blindly, absorbed in his plans. He finally had everything that he had needed jotted down and he put the book away. When he looked he found that he was standing by the entrance of the school.

He saw that there was a new student standing there. Then Vanyel noticed a glint where the boy's arm was. Automail! Van thought as he watched the new boy who looked lost. "Hello there!" he called out, "You need any help?"

Vanyel glanced at the papers to confirm that the kid was even supposed to be there. "This is the right school." he said handing them back. "I guess that you are trying to figure out where to go next, give me your schedule and I'll help you out." Vanyel was still examining the new kid, "By the way, what is your name? I'm Vanyel, Vanyel Eliric."

"Oh, I'm Mike," he said, "And my schedule..." The thought of the dog in his mind made him want to go balistic. "It was kinda taken from my hands before I got to memorize it." He couldn't say he let some mutt take it from him, it just wasn't right! Besides, if things went from bad to worse, he'd just follow this Vanyel around. Vanyel Elric...could he be related to...nah, couldn't be.

((No problamo, it's your RP!))

Mike gladly followed the kid into the library. All those books on alchemy, the research, the therories, his skin crawled thinking about it. The only thing he could possibly say was "Whoa!" He could do so much research about how he could control this strange form of alchemy, perhaps this school could rid him of his so called "curse". On the otherhand, perhaps it could turn him into what he aspired to be: the greatest State Alchemist the world had ever seen.

"Damn, nice library you guy's got here." Mike said, running his fingers across the backs of th books. This place had to have a library close to that of the one in Central. He could spend all day in here. After all, he had nowhere to be yet.

Of course, Strider already had quite the head start, so by the time the two other students of the immediate vacinity entered, he already had several (that was a severe understatement, it was more like one and a half score of books) volumes stacked like a barricade around him. While it seemed to cut him off and make him look anti-social, he just needed a place to put all the books. And since no one else (save the librarian) was around, he found his childish habits taking form. It was his little fort of acedemic learning. Already he was opening books and placing them in two piles, dubbed 'readable' and 'I-couldn't-figure-out-this-s**t-if-I-had-all-night.' Obviously, he was very orginized. Hey, at least he left little paper markers where he stole the books from. (Not that he needed to. The great spaces could well-enough indicate where he grabebd them from) Deciding to start with basics so he could get a better grasp of what he would be learning, he delved in, flicking back his golden blone bangs once habitually before starting to scan the text intently.

(If no one's posting I'll just do it again! And sorry if I changed the storyline too much, just...add a sub. or something.)

As Mike ran through the halls searching for his second period, he slid by a bulletin board to read a notice. "The classes "Battle Alchemy" "Chimera 1" "History of Alchemy" and "Finding Your Alchemical Self" have been cancelled until further notice after the occurance that happened yesterday! All students who have these classes must report to a study hall!" Mike stomped around. "Just when things start getting better, THIS happens! I'm not spending my first three periods in a study hall!" Just then it clicked to him. This meant he could explore more into the school. He say a map on the wall and pulled out a peice of paper and splashed some ink on it. He held his right hand on it and used alchemy to copy the map and move the ink, making an identical copy in black and white. He noticed that a whole section was partially missing from the map. Perhaps that would be interesting, as something not wanting to be found usually was. Mike walked off towards a seemingly restricted section of the school.