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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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Picking up some plastic and wood, he laid it down on the workshop table and clapped his hands. "You know the door is open," he called out as he laid his hands on the table.
Electric blue light flashed and crackled, and a sign flared into being, constructed from the materials on the table; a simple thing with the picture of an alchemist circle with a vial in the middle of it reading Aletier Alchemist.
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He pushed up the pair of glasses that he wore
for looks gdi not that his eyesight hadn't been weird for a whileand arched a eyebrow. "Looking for something in particular? Don't be too shy, speak up on it."no subject
He went a little red and frowned, picking up the plush. Why was it bothering him so much? It made him sort of sad, while at the same time he felt a lot of affection towards it. "Wh-where... Wh-where did y-you f-find this?"
It had a sort of seeming of being something almost remembered, which scared him in a way. That sense of sadness meant that it could not be from a very good memory.
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He picked up the sign and set it to the side before picking up a broken doll that was shaped like a girl. "Like this. I'm sure people would enjoy it if I fixed it up a little. Not too many kids that'd play with it but it's the thought that counts."
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He backed away to the couch and sat down, staring at the little plush rather than at Ed. "Y-you m-mean that... flashy s-science s-stuff?"
He was perfectly okay with other people studying science, but he really wanted nothing to do with the field- well, no more than he had to. Rather than show any real interest, he began mending the ripped seam with a tight but uneven stitch.
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Moving to straighten one of the circles on the wall that he had on display, he hadn't missed the scars but knew he himself had some he liked to keep hidden. Thus, the gloves.
"Could use a little more room in here," muttered Ed, "if I'm going to be teaching in here."
Clapping his hands, he created a door in the wall and opened it up to the alley and checked the next building after creating another door. "This'll do," called out Ed more to himself as he had emerged into a cavernous dance hall.
More bursts of light flared up as Ed set to work connecting the two buildings together and vaporizing the walls.
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For some reason, he kept smelling the scent of something burnt as he sewed, but it was faint. Someone probably had just lit a fireplace somewhere nearby.
He glanced at Ed as Ed went about doing his work. His curiosity finally got the better of him and he asked, "h-how c-can you e-even d-do that? I-it's l-like y-you're j-jus' c-completely ch-changin' things." He stopped sewing for a minute as he spoke, though he kept absently pricking his finger, though not hard enough to ever draw any blood.
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He pointed at the ground which was now covered in wood from the wall. "Everything has to go somewhere. You just can't create something out of nothing, unless you use something unquantifiable like magic."
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"And yeah I getcha," he added. "No worries."
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What was more impressive was that a kid about his age could.
"Y-you... m-must be talented..."
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For now at least, between the conversation and Alex's return to his sewing, his mind was off of the things that had transpired recently.
It had been a whole ten minutes without either being asleep or making a sobbing sound.