Full Metal Alchemist
 

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IC: The old man spoke calmly. "Only a few dozen tons more." His one aprentice nodded and suddenly two explosions destroyed the bridge. All of the matter falling into the dome. The soldiers quickly ran to the man but were repelled by a force field. The military just looked on as the dome disappeared and an airship appeared. They both went into the ship and it began to rise.

Out of the ship fell large spheres that rolled into all directions. The commander gave the order, "retreat!" but it was too late. The spheres detonated taking out all those around the ship. Inside the old man talked to his follower. "Still those state alchemist should be delt with, take care of them." The man bowed and jumped out of the ship.

Nick stood in the train, fiddling with a knife. A noise erupted from the distance and he rushed to the window to see lightining over the horizon "A storm is coming." he said softly. He had noticed some other state alchemists in a room, down the train aways, but he decided to stay where he was. He put down his knife and began to draw a trasnmutation circle on a piece of paper he found. a few seconds later, he put his hand on to the completed circle and a bright light erupted from it. The shape of an apple began to form. The apple appeared in front of him, and he started to eat it. when he had finished the apple he threw it in the garbage and began to walk down the train. A man grabbed his arm and said "well if it isn't Laeon, or should I say the "blade alchemist". "What do you want old man?" Nick replied. The old man looked him in the eyes and said "Now is that anyway to speak to your uncle?". "UNCLE GEORGE?!?" nick exclaimed. "So he does remember me" uncle george said softly. "What are you doing here?" Nick questioned. The old man replied with a smirk "I'm going to visit your grandma, looks like she caught herself a cold again". " Oh, well give her my regards" Nick said as he walked off.
Nick entered the room he had seen the state alchemists in before, to see they were gone. He sat down in a chair, picked up a knife, and began to examine it, looking at the strange engravings in the hilt.

Valous got bored sitting with the other alchemist in the room and had wondered over to a window to see the oncoming storm. He looked back and noticed someone fiddiling with a knife. He seemed to be one of the state alchemist, so he decided to ask him "Hey, whats with the knife."

Nick replied "Well, making swords from small knives is kinda my specialty" he pointed to the transmutation circle on his hand." Name's Nick, also known as the blade alchemist. You?"

Tristan hated going on missions. He would much rather have stayed at HQ and done research on new and interesting ways of using Alchemy. But the General had said his powers would come in handy so he went along. Tristan sat ready in his seat with an alchemic array to save himself if the train happened to crash. He had a fear of trains ever since the day he lost both his arms. To his annoyance he noticed another Alchemist fiddling with his knife. 'Great just when i thought i would get some peace and quit' he thought. And then another Alchemist came back from the food car. 'Even better', "Hey what's with the knife" the other alchemist said. Tristan sighed heavily.

Gustaf stood in his own little corner of the train car, gazing out the window intently at the slightly overcast land visible through the train window. Focusing on the outside made it seem quieter, more solitary, to Gustaf for, though alchemists--the people who understood his drive in life, surrounded him—the same ignorant Neanderthals who he had come to despise also surrounded him. These were the same kind of people who were the reason for the darkness that overcast his early life. They were also the kind of intolerant people who jumped, who lashed out at anything they didn’t understand… and anyone not exactly like them.

Gustaf’s right palm ached suddenly and he inspected it, his eyes traveling along the scar pattern engraved thereon. It was Gustaf’s transmutation circle, but it was also a reminder. A mark of the pain brought upon him by people who didn’t understand… who didn’t want to understand. It was a reminder of what he had almost done all those years ago. Even now it often hurt when he moved his hand, the scar tissue pulled apart by everyday movement… like it hadn’t quite healed properly. He clenched his hands… on one was the symbol of alchemy, and the symbol of his pain… how closely the two were intertwined… and the other was auto-mail. It was a mere imitation of a true arm and was the symbol of his status as a pariah… that which exists outside the boundaries of normal people. Thoughts like this more comforted Gustaf than wounded him… he was outside their boundaries because he was above them. They were, in his mind, pathetic and infantile and he would have as little to do with the common man as possible. It was partly why he had become a “dog of the military”. Gustaf was roused from his contemplations by a question: “Hey, what’s with the knife?”

Gustaf’s own style of answer entered his mind quickly. “You should have a knife,” he thought smugly, “They’re all around us. Knives are protection against stupidity.” This was, of course, why Gustaf’s own auto-mail contained a hidden blade. Because he could not, would not trust these hoi polloi… these insignificant unlearned… But, however dark Gustaf was, he was drawn to those of his own kind… the learned alchemists… and soon left the private sanctity of his own contemplations to move closer to the convergence of scholars in the hopes of gleaning more from their conversation.

'Rick opened the door to the train car and found that most of the Alchemists were alredy there. He picked up something that sounded like an answer to a question.
He looked around and then went and sat down on a seet.'

Nick got up from the table he was sitting at to go to the bathroom. When he came back, he sat down and took out his paper he had drawn the transmutation circle on before. He drew another circle and made himself a ham sandwich. Some time later, he was finished and started to drift off to sleep.

As Tristan was sitting silently and contemplating a possible new alchemic array there was a gunshot from the back of the train. Tristan and several other state alchemists jumped out of their seats and started to run into the direction of the shot.

Ulric came wandering from the front of the train and slumped into a seat pulling a wide brimmed hat over his face. It wasn't something he normally war but it seemed the weather might merit it later. He dozed slightly lost in his own thoughts. Thoughts of his past and future mingled chaotically in his mind. Images swirled and danced before his closed eyes and he stired slightly at onslaught. Somethings didn't quite seem right about this assignment, the number of state alchemist for one, and it made him uneasy. No sense getting worked up over things that can't be changed, he forced the thought through the haze in his mind.