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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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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.