<strong>Character:</strong>Viktor Ursa<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rush Valley<br/><strong>Player:</strong>JessieJames<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All Players<br/><hr/><br/>The sun beat down upon the harsh near barren lands of the western quarter of the great country of Amestris. Barely a breeze blew tossing some sand from the towering cliffs and mountains that surrounded the heart of Automail country. Glimmers of gold in the distance that quickly became clear was merely an off tan brown that could only be sand.<br/><br/>Streets of the great town known as Rush Valley were loud and bustling despite the god forsaken heat that had many seeking the shade of pavilions and shops which were only hotter thank to their furinses that helped smelt and shape their ‘gold’ of the hills. Iron.<br/><br/>Iron that was used to make the best automail available. It glimmered on the shoulders of many who walked among the crowds. The unmistakable sound of people walking with the steel limbs echoed about as much as the ringing of hammer to steel on anvil.<br/><br/>People generally seemed happy despite the loss of some part of themselves. It saddened Viktor though. His icy blue gaze traveled from one person to another as he sat in the safety of a shop next to a wall of premade mail. These were people who found a hope in something he couldn’t wrap his head around.<br/><br/>It was nothing like his alchemy. His alchemy was sensible and clear to understand. Who would have thought it couldn’t help those who lost flesh and bone to mend and heal. Well not easily and not without a high price for that matter. A price that most couldn’t pay.<br/><br/>Bored with the sitting around doing nothing he headed towards the front of the shop and grabbed a bucket filled with clean fresh water. Slipping on a pair of fur lined leather gloves he smiled down at the liquid. Etched into the leather was his circle.<br/><br/>Pressing his palms together he then touched the water in the bucket with his finger tips. A flash of beautiful blue and white light later the water was ice. Shifting his weight he pulled out his knife and started chipping away at the substance and scooping it into little paper cones and handing them to children that passed by.<br/>