Silence falls over the small group of recruits to the audible, authoritive 'click' of a pair of solid black, teel toed combat boots shined perfectly. Their owner stops as she looks around at the rather shocked recruits. It's been a while since anyone has seen a female alchemist; especially a female alchemist trying out for STATE alchemist.
She turns to the officers who are in charge of the final stage of recruiting. "I apologize for my tardiness. I had to find a babysitter for my cat." she apologizes as she bows slightly. Some of the officers nod at her smoothness and turn their attention to the alchemist on the element field. She feels a set of hard, assessing eyes looking her over. Slowly, she turns her head to meet the unwavering gaze. His hazy, coal-grey eyes lock with her fresh, lighter-than-honey ones. She raises an eyebrow as he turns away to watch the recruit as he creates a giant sphinx unmelting ice. The officers nod approvingly and hide sniggers when the man tries to stand and falls back down. "There's always one." murmurs an officer through hi low chuckles. She nods once and pulls off the guiter gig-bag on her back. She effectively takes out the guitar and dropping the bag in one fluid motion. Bored, she sits and begins to quietly strum on her acoustic, ignoring the world around her and humming ever so gently.
She deosn't recall how long she sat there, playing softly and humming, but she feels it; the imminent danger of a large object flying at her.
Suddenly, the guitar is on the ground and she leaps forward, towards the rather large flaming boulder flying at her- faster than he could move. Her hands make contact, and a blinding light fills the grounds.
The officers open their eyes to find themselves on thrones, each on reflecting their abilities and personalities. The recruits found themselves chained with a fusion of diamond, titanium, and steel, to the ground. But her throne is the most magnificent.
Every element ever known surrounds her in some form or fashion, but mainly solid. She even solidized elements that were only suppose to remain as air particles. Graceful wings carved of moonstone grace the back of the chair with dorsal ridges down the middle on the back. The bottom of the throne is surrounded by crystal quartz fairies. Their dancing figures gives on the impression that they were frozen in time. Four fairies hold up a giant jade and lavender-colored topaz shell with a velvet seating on which she lounges relaxingly. Onyx bones make the armrests and hematite skulls with the ruby eyes adorn the corners of the arm rests where her hands lay still. A smirk entertains her features.
The officers and recruits alike just stay there, stunned. "Is there something on my face?" she asks innocently, the smirk never leaving.
Col. Mustang is there first to come back to his senses. He stands from his garnet and ruby throne of mesmerizing flames. Real blue fire surrounds the throne, but he ignores it. He looks at the woman with calm eyes. "Thank you for your demonstration." he answers her unnesseccary question. She then gives a genuine smile and leaps from the throne, landing in front of Mustang with ease. As she lands, her display disappears, blown away in the wind as dandelion tufts.
She crosses her arms and gives Mustang a once-over. "For someone with an infinity for a hot & wild element, you sure are calm and cold." she states with obvious impression. "What's your name?" Muastang asks in a voice void of any emotion except authority. "Mmm... so you're here to judge the recruit and you don't even know their names? There's only about a dozen of us here!" she scolds in a mocking tome. "Man, you have some gall." she dismisses his existence and walks off to retrieve her guitar. Mustang's fists clench, but otherwise no one can see the irritation grating within him.
"Ah, don't worry about it, Colonel." an officer, a Captain, assures him. "She's just moody because she took the time to come here even though she has to work tonight. Not to mention she worked last night. So, she's just a tad cranky." he explains with a small, fond smile on his face. "You know her?" Mustang asks in his same, even voice as his anger ebbs away.
"Yeah. She works at a 24-hr, 4-star diner that has some of the best steaks and scallop alfredo in town. They have some pretty good pancakes and desserts too." he adds on, not really paying attention anymore. Mustang is betting his next paycheck that the Captain is daydreaming of food.
But Mustang was thinking about a certain chocolate-brown brunette alchemist that had an attitude and could push his buttons like a pro and not even know him. Mustang and starts to walk off when he hears the Captain's voice behind him. "Oh, and if you want to go to the diner, I'll be more than happy to take you."
Mustang keeps walking.