Edward Elric sighed in boredom, and looked over at his younger brother. Alphonse was still a suit of armor, sadly, but he was still optimistic about finding the Philosopher's stone. Ed was still on the hunt for it, but the military was cracking down on him finally. He sighed again and looked away from his brother. Ed was told he could come to this exam by Hawkeye, who sat next to Colonel Mustang aka Colonel Useless. A soft sentence caused Ed to be roused from his thoughts.
"Brother, are you alright? You are sighing a lot." Al asked him, his red orbs for eyes glowing with concern.
"I'm fine, Al. Just a little tired." Ed replied, then sat forward and rubbed his face with the palms of his hands. After doing that, he sat back in his chair and yawned. The opening speech started and Ed just barely stifled another yawn, which got him a glared from Colonel Useless.
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My god, that was really bad, Edward thought at the last alchemist finished up her performance. She then walked back to where the other alchemists were huddled together. So far, the only one that was even a possible candidate was the one man who specialized in water alchemy. And all he did was have it swirl around him in almost hypnotic patterns with different colors. Sure, it was nice to watch but what was the purpose of it if all he could do was make pretty designs and colors? They needed someone who could do some damage, who had some real control. The announcer stepped up again and cleared his throat.
"Kat... Dragonwrath?" the announcer said slowly, as though he had read incorrectly. Strange name, Ed thought. But then after seeing her, he saw that the name suited her just fine. His eyes bugged out a bit and his mouth slackened and was slightly open. Al's eyes had gotten bigger as well. They were both thinking the same thing: Holy Crap.
She was about Ed's height, dressed all in black, with a toned body underneath. A black trench coat that was ripped/frayed at the end stopped about her knees. There were two buckles tightened just right around her arms on both sleeves. She had a black, form fitting t-shirt on under that, which Ed could tell from where he was that it was light and thin - right for heat and coolness. But the shirt had a reddish-silver spiral like marking, with 'spines' coming out of it. Black jeans hugged her waist, but the actual legs were baggy - there was a red stripe going down the side of her legs, where it started in the middle of the leg at a point - but due to them being baggy, the end of the leg covered almost all of her boots. The only part of her boots you could see was the toe, which was steel plated. Black, slightly wavy hair with crimson streaks came down to her waist, and was pulled back into a loose braid. Only what was left of her bangs were out of the braid, and parted around the sides of her face, much like in the style of his own. Only she didn't have the one 'crazy hair' and it was much longer - all one length. Her eyes looked around the arena as if she was searching for someone, or just taking in the sight. He could see, from where he was sitting, that she had grey eyes. Grey eyes flecked with blue, and a blue halo around the pupil. The young woman walked without abandon. Just by the way her heels scuffed the ground lightly, he knew she was not proud, but her name fit - despite the slight scuffing, he couldn't hear her move. He could tell she wasn't an ego-maniac. Although her attire suggested a little insanity. But that was okay. She appeared non-judgmental, even though people scoffed when she stepped forward. The chick walked toward an unused part of the arena. And looked around as if calculating, measuring...