William listened tentatively to the other alchemist introduce themselves. Out of the four others who stood before him, only one stood out, naturally. Emilia B. Krowitz, the Blood Rose Alchemist. From what William knew about her she is a researcher (researching what, william couldn't say), she is a higher ranked officer than he was, she has skill in medical alchemy (which is rare) and she wields a very dangerous Alchemy. William's interest was peaked by her, but he wasn't sure if it was in a good way. Even though she was a higher ranked officer, William didn't feel like she should be treated any differently than how he would treat another state alchemist. William observed her for a moment. She looked young, almost to young to be a colonel, but her looks didn't necessarily mean anything. The more William thought about it, the more he started to stress, he decided to just leave it and get on with this trip.

thoughts and speculations were flowing through his head as he processed the information given to him by his fellow alchemists. He took into account the Corrosive Alchemist, thinking of how deadly of a team they could make. But he didn't leave out Gresham or Valorie, each person he thought about gave him ideas. Sadly, however, the wave of information about his peers stopped and it was his turn to introduce himself. William had almost forgot that that's what they were doing in the first place, introducing each other. William didn't wast anytime introducing himself to the other. He erased his chalkboard and wrote on it. In bold, thick letters, so everyone could see, he wrote,[color=lightgreen]"My name is William Campbell"[/color] he watched closely at everyone eyes, making sure to lower the board at the appropriate time. William decided he wanted to change things up a little bit. Seeing as William was the only person who could safely use his alchemy on the train, he did. The air shrieked as he preformed his alchemy, turning the plate in his hand half into water and half into sand. The water instantly saturated the sand, leaving a small glob of goopy, runny sand dripping between his scrawny fingers. After a few seconds he scribbled on his board again,[color=lightgreen]"I make quicksand. Anywhere."[/color] William left it at that. A feeling of satisfaction hit him like a wave when he came to the realization that all this introductory stuff was over with. Now, he could finally sit down and relax till the east.