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Atelier Something Something [Open]
Ed was up and about and puttering around a small building that he had found. It was a fancy little thing that looked like it stepped out of a French boutique. Inside he had found a workspace, like it was a mechanic store, but there were vials everywhere and other assorted items. One of the rare few places that still retained some presence of the former owners.
As such, he had come up on an idea while getting better: a store for Alchemy. Not just any store, but a store designed to make little things for people that were within the realm of transmutation.
Thus, gathering loose items such as ores, junk, broken toys (he checked to make sure they weren't alive like Woody), and other such brick-a-brack, he had placed them around the shop to make it feel more welcoming.
Finally he was done, and with it came a name. The faded sign read Atelier which meant an artists studio or workroom. Thus being said, he was pouring over a list of possible names for his store, keeping in the tradition of Atelier something something.
In his haste to keep the items together, he had left the door open, awaiting visitors.
As such, he had come up on an idea while getting better: a store for Alchemy. Not just any store, but a store designed to make little things for people that were within the realm of transmutation.
Thus, gathering loose items such as ores, junk, broken toys (he checked to make sure they weren't alive like Woody), and other such brick-a-brack, he had placed them around the shop to make it feel more welcoming.
Finally he was done, and with it came a name. The faded sign read Atelier which meant an artists studio or workroom. Thus being said, he was pouring over a list of possible names for his store, keeping in the tradition of Atelier something something.
In his haste to keep the items together, he had left the door open, awaiting visitors.
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So says the man who makes maces with his face on them.
Taking the list, he nodded and read through it. "I can make these all. Looks like a big order too. Fortunately, Alchemists work fast and cheap. Cheap is a given since I can't charge anyone."
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"That's good; can you make sure this gets sent to the W.I.T.C.H. bus asap? Possibly around the afternoon since I should be there."
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He gestured to a pile of random junk. "Want to see how it's done?"
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Rolling up his sleeves, he concentrated on the item and brought his hands together. Blue light flared with the sound of a metallic shing to it, and in an instant, the first object required was on the table. "See? Nothing to it. I could do that all day."
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Part of the girl's mind reminded her that she would have to look up a blue-haired young girl at some point in the future.
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"While you're here, is there anything I can make for you while I'm at it?"
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"You can make me miniature versions of my weapons and a silver chain-like necklace to keep them secure." She wanted tiny mementos to carry around so she'd always be reminded of her duty. Of course she'd never tell Negi or her classmates about this...!
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Setting it on the table, he clapped his hands and placed them on either side of the chunk of metal. It flashed with light as the material thinned out and reshaped itself into a long strand of links. "A bit long."
Breaking off the end, he fashioned a clasp on the two ends before reshaping the remaining material into two delicate versions of her sword and fan. One final flash of light and he attached it to the strand. "Finished. C'mere, I need to check the size of it."
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"I've got it! You name your store Atelier Alchemist, and we'll spar together when you've got a free day all to yourself."
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"Alright, we'll have a spar. Good enough payment for quick work." added Ed. He hadn't noticed but she was just a hair shorter than he was. A testament to how much he had been growing lately.
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