*Whiskey Lullabye; ( Open )

[Kierra 'Kika' Kimblee]

"Nmph...*thump*" All of the words had started to run together, repeating the same sentences she had read many times before. The research was becoming endless, and just as she thought it was coming to an end, the Librarian would bring more books to her table. It had been close to three days, and Kika had ate little, slept even less. The mistreatment of her body was catching up with the Scarlet Alchemist, if the library was silent enough the sound of her stomach would reach the bottom floor of the building.

All of the books in the State Library and not one thing had any more about her father, the homonucli or the Elric brothers that she didn't already know. Kika rolled her head across the table, the cool hard wood releaving her impending headache. It had only been nine months since she got her State Alchemist title, and she had used up most of the resources in Central. No one really talked to her unless they had to. Being the daughter of Zolf J. Kimblee kept most people away, no one wanted to risk being turned into a breathing bomb.

It was interesting to think about what her father could do with the touch of a hand, but it wasn't Kika's forte. Her's was water, cool and calm but pervoked could be deadly. Beautiful to look at, but hard to grasp. After a few moments of rolling her forehead against the table, the busty state alchemist rose to her feet. "I admit defeat, stupid books..." The brunette glared at the books before turning to leave. Her green eyes fell to the floor as she walked down the stairs, her tattooed hands clasped behind her back.

"Ms. Kika..." Kika heard someone speak and turned around, her boots leaving light scuff marks on the ground. "Will you be wanting to use that spot tomorrow?" The soft spoken librarian asked the young girl. Kika nodded and smiled to the lady. "Yes, please. Thank you for letting me dictate that spot for so long." She said playfully before continuing down the stairs to head for the closest bar in central.

Words; 358 :]
Outfit; Uhm. This.
For; Open
Credit; Moi :3 I did eet!

[Jessica Davis]

It was nice not having to worry about recertification.
Technically that wasn't the way to word it. But her every day achievements and the achievements of the past had made the need for recertification unnecessary. It was nice not having to compile new findings into something the state would use.

Honestly, it was also nice that Gran was gone. He was the only reason she had so much pressure at recertification those days. Every time they expected her to replicate the red stone. And every time she found a way to keep away from that entirely. Other then that, Jessica never really had a reason to come to the library.

She knew that somewhere in the thousands of books some of her research notes were compiled. The alchemy of changing the particles in the air to a solid object, in her case, diamond. But she wasn't coming to the library to reminisce. In actuallity it wasn't the library she was going to in the first place. It was just on the path that she was on.

The Brigadier General was in full uniform as she took her stroll around Central. She wasn't looking for anything in particular. Other than an excuse to stay away from her office. It wasn't because she was taking a break from work, it was work taking a break from her.

But that wasn't possible.

She noticed a State Alchemist come down the stairs of the Central Library. It wasn't hard for her to recognize who it was. That was the side effect of being new when only a select few are accepted every year. "Scarlett Alchemist," Jessica called out. "Do you have a moment?"