Post by Felix Talbot on Jun 11, 2013 21:33:19 GMT -5
How many hours has Felix been sitting in the Central Library, looking through old files, reports, and various other forms relating to the coup a year ago? Thankfully since the First Branch of the Library had been burned down, more recent files involving the Government had been stored in a less... Flammable environment, but despite future preparation for mysterious bouts of combustion, it still wasn't easy....
There were so many reports from that day, damage assessments, Central/Briggs casualties, repair costs, and a lot of other crap to sift through. It wasn't surprising just how much of it there was, the so-called "Promised Day" certainly did a number on the Military, Central Command, and quite possibly Amestris itself. However, all that didn't really matter, but what did mattered, was the fact that everything the Infinite Blade Alchemist had pawed through was completely, and utterly USELESS!
"Damn it! There's got to be something in this pile that has some info on what happened in the courtyard in Central!" Felix grunted angrily before quickly being shushed by a nearby librarian. He quickly apologized, and timidly went back to looking through folders of past paperwork. He couldn't help but be annoyed with the progress he was currently going at... Which was slower than he normally went about this day, and that was saying something!
It was just mind-boggling, he could find nearly enough information, that if he was a grad student writing a report on the "Promised Day," he'd have enough to get an A plus. But when it came down to a single battle, which pretty much ended in victory for Mustang's Forces... He couldn't find anything! At least anything that mentioned what that thing he felt was.
Felix knew he wasn't crazy, he had the Dragon's Pulse, and it never proved him wrong. He knew what he felt that day, and whatever that thing was, it certainly wasn't the product of a bunch corrupt generals, who weren't even Alchemists.
Maybe he was looking in the wrong place, maybe these weren't the right files to look into. Sure, he was a Major, and had access to a lot of government files, but as mentioned before... He was a Major, and his reach had limits... He could almost hear his old commanding officers laughing at him... Bastards.
There were so many reports from that day, damage assessments, Central/Briggs casualties, repair costs, and a lot of other crap to sift through. It wasn't surprising just how much of it there was, the so-called "Promised Day" certainly did a number on the Military, Central Command, and quite possibly Amestris itself. However, all that didn't really matter, but what did mattered, was the fact that everything the Infinite Blade Alchemist had pawed through was completely, and utterly USELESS!
"Damn it! There's got to be something in this pile that has some info on what happened in the courtyard in Central!" Felix grunted angrily before quickly being shushed by a nearby librarian. He quickly apologized, and timidly went back to looking through folders of past paperwork. He couldn't help but be annoyed with the progress he was currently going at... Which was slower than he normally went about this day, and that was saying something!
It was just mind-boggling, he could find nearly enough information, that if he was a grad student writing a report on the "Promised Day," he'd have enough to get an A plus. But when it came down to a single battle, which pretty much ended in victory for Mustang's Forces... He couldn't find anything! At least anything that mentioned what that thing he felt was.
Felix knew he wasn't crazy, he had the Dragon's Pulse, and it never proved him wrong. He knew what he felt that day, and whatever that thing was, it certainly wasn't the product of a bunch corrupt generals, who weren't even Alchemists.
Maybe he was looking in the wrong place, maybe these weren't the right files to look into. Sure, he was a Major, and had access to a lot of government files, but as mentioned before... He was a Major, and his reach had limits... He could almost hear his old commanding officers laughing at him... Bastards.