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Some cheesy music with a drum pounding at the end signaled a fade-in to a news room with a lady sitting behind a desk organizing her papers. "Seconds. That is all it takes for even some of the strongest assets to our community to be kidnapped." The young lady with long brown hair and black eyes said with a sense of drama through the lenses of the TV broadcast as she regrouped her papers into one stack in front of her, she adorned a formal suit possibly the one she wore to work always, crossed legs. "The state alchemist Edward Elric has been kidnapped. This is the tenth State Alchemist abduction this week." She said and a couple of moments later a picture of Ed trying to shove his hand toward the camera before the flash with gritted, pointed teeth and a completely white look to his slightly narrowed eyes. "The people believed held responsible for these acts still have not been identified, and we did not get any interviews from any relatives of any of the alchemists. It is said that the scene where Edward was kidnapped provided little evidence, such as a piece of cloth with traces of chloroform and a piece of paper with a series of numbers on it. This case is a long way from being solved, so if you have any information you can inform us by phone." She briefly paused as the numbers to the TV station flashed on the screen and then promptly went onto the next subject.

This was around the time that Edward was fading in and out of consciousness, he felt the cold metal frame that he was lieing on, and when he was able to open his groggy eyes he let out a faint moan and glanced around. His vision was still blurred, but he could see that he was trapped in what seemed to be a cage. Then he heard two voices, they were both unfamiliar but he tried to listen in on the conversation. "Test subject AV2D is ready." One of the men said and an acknowledgement came soon from the other one. A girl, presumably unconscious was laying still on top of what seemed a test or hospital bed as a man pushed her past Edward's cage, strapped at her arms and legs with heavy buckles, she seemed to have been put in some sort of water because her hair and clothes were dripping wet and now stuck to her body skin-tight. It did not take him long to fall back into unconsciousness because he had previously been working on a case that strained his sleeping hours as well, and so he did not fight it. Closing his eyes he began to rest again, before becoming completely unconscious he whispered the word, "Alphonse."



arrow There will be no godmoding. That means no ultimate alchemy that no one can defend themselves against or does considerable damage. This does not pertain to inanimate objects.
arrow Romance and violence can only be PG-13 and no higher. Think of the children.
arrow Please read everyone's posts that happened after you left so you won't get lost or anything.
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You can literally describe your character but you have to wait until the guild is open. If you don't want to wait, put your stats and junk down like name 'age junk' like that.

*extends arm upward, waves feverishly* Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Can I join? Can I? Can I?

Name: Isabella 'Izzi' Craft Edwards (I know it's lame, but I don't care)
Age: ? (Somewhere in late teens/early twenties, we assume)
Race: Human
Background: After gaining word of Ed's disappearance, the State hired her to create the enhancement stone known as NaCo, a fusion of cobalt and sodium. The stone took weeks to complete, but the State needed it the next day, so Izzi experimented with whatever she could find to speed the process. When she tried the amount of uranium she had, the experiment went haywire, destroying the cobalt, sodium, and Izzi's memory as well.
Appearance: Light-blue hair, blue eyes, slightly pale skin, cream sweater, blue denim trench coat thing, white gloves with transmutation circles on the palms, grey shoes

Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase?

|| I worked on it all week. biggrin ||

Risenbul. The city was filled with people just trying to live; to survive from the poverty that had stricken them even harder than a depression. Although you would never have noticed this unless you looked strongly past the defenses of their warm smiles and gentle waves of hello.
The town worked like a heiarchy, on the scale of rich to poor. No "Dream" had affected their minds, and they had decided they would just let the Military rule over them. The only rich were the high-up of the military. Now without their star "Hero of the City", Edward Elric, there would be panic among them.

Flickering off into the wind the ashes flittered off of the cigarette held by the white gloved hands of the same ashy grey of the dried out flakes that still had little life left in them; floated softly with the smoke coming from the very long thin cigarette. An exhale came from the light cherry colored lips and more smoke filled the air. Sharp, strong silver eyes stared at the TV screen at the fairly attractive news anchor. "There have been a rash of millitary kidnappings as of late, please be carefull all military personell." She said, her last few words will such enthusiasim it made the young woman watching want to puke. "The hero of Risenbul has fallen among the missing these past few days. No one has any trace as to where the alchemists are ending up.." A picture of Edward glaring angrily at the screen as if someone had called him a midget, appeared on screen as it panned away from the anchor. "We have the younger broth--" The TV clicked off. Inhailing more toxicity from the cig, she shook her head in symphathy, some of the patrons of the bar remarking in anger. Catching one saying, "Filthy state dog..," He suddenly caught his toungue as her sharp glance fell upon him. Very little anger reflected from her, but surely the contemplating look escaped her. Turning, she left the bar without causing a fight luckily. Walking down the side of the street, she put her hands inside the military standard jacket that had been issued to her the first day of her initation to the State Alchemists. Expectedly, her left hand rested and held tight to her pocketwatch. A cautiousness was with her. The kind of cautiousness that could lash out a dagger at any moment and slit an assailants throaght out before a chance of harm coming to herself. She supposed all of the passers-by noticed her nervousness beside her calm face and kept a distance from her.
Walking toward a train station. She was prepairing to go to the home that she had grown up in, where her father and mother resided. It hung off of a peacefull wing of a residential part of Risenbul. She had a couple of days off from work so she had decided to visit her mother and father, she had't seen them in about a month. Though she had mailed her father her instrument for maintenance on it's several customizations. Dropping a couple of coins into the slot at the start of the train and stepping into the compartment and then into a single apartment she glanced around for a couple of moments after sitting down and then looked out the window for a couple of minuets before her ride would be over. It would only take thirty minuets to get there, and only twenty minuets to walk to her home. Ten if she ran.
Stepping off of the train she began to walk away from the station. After about two minuets of walking she broke off into the run on the eastern road. Soon she found herself slowing down at the sight of her own house. It filled her with a pride. A grey brick home sat infront of her. Wild, overgrown vines and limbs grew against the gate that surrounded it. Two lions sat at either end with feirce stone eyes and stone hearts guarding the place. She could see as she opened the gate, a guitar case sitting next to the door on the large wooden porch that was low to the ground. Speeding up to get to it, she grabbed the strap of the guitar case and lifted it up. Yep. The guitar was inside. But why would he leave it out here, she wondered. So, she tried to open the door. Locked. Reasoning the obvious, they had left the exact date that she wanted to visit them. That was just like them to do such things. They were odd like that. Sighing, she turned around and looked toward the street and just stood there. The house made her comfortable, and she was afraid if she stepped back out into the world that she would not be as comfortable. Closing her eyes she stepped off of the porch and put the guitar strap over her head so she would not have to carry it all the way back home. Pushing the gate open, she would leave it open for mom and pop to understand that she had been there.
That was when she spotted a peculiar car. She had seen it before, near the station. Was it following her? Why had she not noticed it before? Slanting her eyes she began to walk down the street opposite of the car and silently pulled out her pocketwatch. Opening the metal frame, she could see the car in the glass of the watch move foreward as she moved. Definantly. Stopping as she began to put the watch back, she had not had enough time to notice the white van that sat nearby her; she had just walked past it. The man in white had slipped out of the van and now had her in a headlock. Struggling, she dropped the pocketwatch and tried to grab for her guitar. And that was when the chloroform filled napin went over her nose and mouth. The last thing she saw was the large, plain black print on the side of the van. "SBIA."

The scene was that of horror in all essence, though Fae had no consciousness to the surroundings her body was being settled into. Several an alchemist were lain up in the large laboratory room, either in large recuperation chambers (Perhaps to mishaps in the scientific study), kennels, and walled cages. Only a few of the people were up, either screaming or curled up in a ball rocking in their last few fathoms of sanity. She was only waking up after the shattering scream of a young girl, a state alchemist, erupt due to scientists walking in. She could hear their footsteps taking the girl away. Paralysed with fear for a couple of moments, soon she stood up and noticed that she was within one of the walled in cages. Her guitar was gone, but she was still in the same alchemist coat she had been wearing before. But oh, they had searched her. She always kept a couple of knives in handy just for this kind of occasion. Walking up to the narrow slit in the first wall that was the door, she glared out and then went wide eyed around at all of the people. Looking toward the ground into the kennels, she spied the Full Metal kid still uncontious, shifting her eyes with a grin despite her condition, she knew they must have had trouble with him trying to escape before. And that was why they were keeping him uncontious with drugs. Sitting down again, there was nothing else to do. Looking down at her alchemy seal, she sighed and closed her eyes.

Fae opened her eyes and focused on nothing, almost in a spaced out manner, but then she saw something out of the corner of her eye. A small movement in the direction of the Elric's imprisonment. Taking her focus on this, she saw that a girl was wide awake in the cell next to him, promptly poking him but soon after giving up and returning back. Fae felt like saying something, anything to show that she was still in her "normal" state of mind as well, not driven insane. But what do you say when you are locked up inside a cage like an animal, and possibly soon tested like one? She couldn't think of anything. "H-Hey?" She said to the girl's direction and got up into a crouched position, laying her hands flat onto the floor and leaning foreward so that she could see further out of her entrapment.

((Sorry about the late update. !@#$ parental controls...))
Izzi's head jerked up. Someone had noticed her; maybe this person knew who she was.
"Hello," she greeted without precaution. "Do you know who I am?"