After the Promise (IC)
The Promised Day.
10 years ago, the souls of almost all Amestrans were forced from their bodies, reducing each and every one of them to lifeless dolls.
Through the intervention of several people, though, the nation was saved, and the malevolent force that caused the event was defeated.
Peace has finally come to the once wartorn country.
Under the command of the former Führer, Grumman, the country has began making peace with its neighbors, hoping to create a new name for the industrial and alchemic powerhouse that was once one of the most volatile nations on the continent.
Today, however, is a very special day.
Today is the inauguration of a new leader, Führer Roy Mustang.
Not that Wil particularly cared to be in Central for the event. He would much rather be in the countryside. He'd been granted his leave weeks before, and was on the way to meet with his mentor, hoping to enjoy a cup of tea with the man. His assistant was nowhere to be seen, having decided to stay back in Central in order to keep up with HIS paperwork and alchemy notes for his upcoming assessment report. He knocked on the nondescript home of his teacher and waited.
Nobody had approached him. Even though he had odd looks, nobody dared to bother an officer of the military on an important day of work. That was how Wil wanted it. It probably also helped that the inauguration was going on, but he hadn't thought of that at the time.
"So... Mustang's the new Fuhrer, huh? Can't believe that cocky kid managed to make it that far. Good for him" Soren Anehin said to himself, reading the day's newspaper, when he heard a knock at the door. 'Odd... I wasn't expecting any company' he thought, setting the paper down and making the few quick strides from his living room to the front door. Upon opening he saw a sight he hadn't seen for a long time. Decked out in that fancy blue military garb he once wore himself, was his one and only pupil, Wil Vesthem. "Wil? Is that you? My god, son, it's been ages. Come in, come in" he said, stepping aside to allow the young man entrance...
"Sir! I am very sorry to interrupt you but high command wants you to complete some of the paperwork for the supply shipments to Eastern HQ!"
Levi looked down at the papers that were unceremoniously shoved into his arms, "Umm, miss excuse me but why-" he looked back up in time to the the secretary run around the corner. He sighed, of all the hired people that were there, of course command would choose him as that poor sonovabitch state alchemist selected to do this. "Heh, I guess they found out who stole all of their laundry detergent, those assholes up top must be really mad at me." Sighing he tucked the work under his arm, he knew of course that he was the most efficient choice to do this, who better than the man who had near perfect photographic memory and of course legible handwriting! (which was surprisingly quite rare in the ranks of the state alchemists) He walked into HQ's lounge and sat down at a public workstation to begin his work on the logistical nightmare.
"How are you doing, Dad?" Wil asked, a hint of snark in his voice as he raised his right hand, smirking. He thought back, for a moment, to his State Alchemist exam. He'd used his alchemy to dispatch 4 elite troops in order to get his certification, but the man before him, the one who trained him in alchemy, much like his instructors of martial arts...
He'd never been able to defeat any of those three men in combat.
Not for lack of trying. There was a bright flash, and in an instant, a bolt of electricity shot in the air between the two men.
Jason walked across the path, he was only 50ft above the ground as he did so, his use of his alchemy allowing him to solidify the air around his feet to literally walk on air; his stroll over the rooftops that day was not just to show off, but was in fact a b-line to the 1st state alchemy library. As he walked above the peoples heads he could occasionally hear the sounds of sales from street venders and shops along with the calls of excitement from small children as they watched the ordinary looking man walk across the skies, he normally tried to hide his movements but with the festivities of the new fuhrer being inaugurated this was his only chance to get in and out of the library without hassle.
he stepped onto the tilled roof of a building, as he did so he canceled the alchemy and the light glow which had been emerging from below his feet disappeared, and at the same time he felt a shift in the air as if a discharge had happened within the building below; from his years as the wind walker alchemist he knew instantly that someone within the building had just performed alchemy. he stopped and crouched, waiting on the roof to see what happened or the emergence of someone from the building, he was a wanted man after all.
Semnia was doing nothing. Even on the day she was supposed to. She had been ordered to help with decorations and resizing things. But instead she wandered around the halls. She was bored, but looking at the building in and out again was some what entertaining. But she was really hoping to find someone to engage in conversation with. She had been walking around. The building was dull and grey as ever. She had run through many different styles of which she would add to the building to give it a new look. This time she thought of a water or sea look. Adding splashes of blue and white. Along with pictures of fish and coral. It would be amazing, like walking along the bottom of the ocean. Semnia smiled to herself as she turned a corner. She spotted some one she knew. It was Wil. She thought him fun and actually some what interesting to talk to. So she followed him. He walked fast and seemed on a mission. This interested Semnia. After he stopped, he met with his father. Neither had noticed her yet, even in plain view. She walked out and was about to greet the two before being struck by lighting in the chest. Semnia fell back and landed hard on the pavement. Her chest had a black mark from the lightning, but she dusted her self off and stood up. Semnia looked annoyed now. "Who shot that?" She asked clenching her fists. Looking up, she saw the fading shimmer of light. "Show your self!" She said before jumping high into the air and landed on the roof. "Excuse me you two. But i'v got to find who just attempted murder." She said searching for the culprit. She could sense his hidden presence. She followed his trail of alchemy. Being able to sniff out it out like a dog. "I'll find you." She said trailing after who ever it was.
Without even blinking his eye, Soren snapped his fingers, releasing an alchemic discharge into the air, ionizing it and forcing the lightning bolt to disperse out the window. He merely chuckled, turning his back on Wil and heading to the kitchen to start on some tea "When will you learn, boy? I can smell the change in the air before you even let lose a bolt. But still, please refrain from elemental alchemy in my house. No need for accidents to bring the military. If anyone was nearby they might sense the discharge and come running... I'm not quite ready to face Central yet"...
"Tch..." Wil tutted, scowling. "Come on! I completed your research into lightning alchemy! I mean, I'm practically better at it than you are by now! Give me some credit!" He sighed, seeing the other state alchemist and blinking. 'Did she follow me all the way here from Central?' He thought to himself, only for her to run off. "That was... Odd..." He mumbled before turning back to his teacher. "And technically I wasn't IN the house, now was I?" He asked, stepping through the doorway and into the meager country home. "You know, sometimes I don't get you... Even if I did cause a ruckus, between my rank and your history, I don't think any issue would be caused... And why even live in a place like this? Wasn't your commission reinstated when you came back?" He picked up a small trinket. In a small glass bubble was a magnet, and above it, floated a single ball bearing. Shaking the orb would cause the bearing to rattle about, but because of the magnet, it would never actually touch the bottom. He set the thing down, then sat on a couch.
He'd spent almost a decade living at this home half the year, researching under the man, learning his techniques and refining them, breaking down the complex theorems that constituted lightning alchemy, eventually creating his own subsets of it, breaking it down more than his teacher had ever taken the time to.
Not that it was Soren's fault: The man had created a whole school of alchemy on his own, but he had also focused on a second school, and doubtless, had he continued his research, the older man would have eventually made the breakthroughs that Wil had.
"So, same old, right? Tea and biscuits?"
"Hehe, but of course" Soren chuckled, getting the proper dishes for a second body. "As for my commission... indeed, I suppose it is to be reinstated, but in order to finalize it, I have some paperwork to fill out for the furher... and I never really did get along with Mustang, so I'm not looking forward to it. Besides, I'm enjoying my temporary retirement. No need to rush anything" he said, pouring the tea, and arranging the biscuits on the plates, then placing them on a tray. He brought the snacks out to the living room, setting them on the coffee table "Now, for what purpose has my smartass protege come to see me? Surely you're not just here to visit an old man?
"Actually just wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle for a bit," Will explained in a rather matter-of-fact manner. "Too much going on in Central today, you know?" He sighed, sitting forward. "Anyway, why didn't you get it reinstated while Grumman was still running things? Mustang's only just starting his reign today!" He sighed. "You know, I'm never going to get you." He mumbled. The man pulled out a small book, flipping it open and reading from it. It was a check ledger.