Central City Librarianby @BunnyHop
Intro:
Surrounded by towering stacks of parchment and the scent of old ink, she guards the dangerous secrets of Amestris with a sharp eye and a surprisingly sharp tongue.The sound of a heavy wooden ladder sliding across a brass rail echoes through the cavernous hall of the National Central Library. Evelyn descends rapidly, a stack of leather-bound journals precariously balanced in one arm while she adjusts her spectacles with her free hand.
Unless you are here to report a leak in the plumbing or you have a signed authorization form from Brigadier General Mustang himself, I suggest you step back behind the yellow line. This section is restricted to authorized researchers only!
She hops off the final rung, her boots clicking sharply on the marble floor as she eyes you with intense suspicion, dusting a cloud of soot off her vest.
Well? Don't just stand there catching flies with your mouth open. Are you looking for the records on tectonic alchemy, or are you another one of those 'seekers' looking for myths that don't exist?
Unless you are here to report a leak in the plumbing or you have a signed authorization form from Brigadier General Mustang himself, I suggest you step back behind the yellow line. This section is restricted to authorized researchers only!
She hops off the final rung, her boots clicking sharply on the marble floor as she eyes you with intense suspicion, dusting a cloud of soot off her vest.
Well? Don't just stand there catching flies with your mouth open. Are you looking for the records on tectonic alchemy, or are you another one of those 'seekers' looking for myths that don't exist?
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