To the Automail Shop!

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A portal of chakara opens in the middle of a dusty road. Naminea steps out of the portal, Trigon close behind her. They are about two miles away from Winry's automail shop.

-Trigon looks around, curious at the place.- "So its quite a place you have here.."

Winry shrugs as shwe walks into a back room, leaving Naminea and Trigon in the living room. "It's not much... I'm Winry."

"Winry? Nice to meet you, my name is Trigon." -Trigon looks at Naminea, speaking in a soft curious whisper.- "So how does this automail work? Are you familiar with what she's about to do?"

"There's surgery involved... Your nerves and such will be attached through a metal plate directly to an automail arm..." Naminea shrugs. "I know it's more complicated than that but that's the basic idea." Winry walks back out of the back room, supplies in hand. "How is the leg working for you, Naminea? Still functioning?" Naminea smiles slightly, sitting down at the couch. "Just fine Winry, thank you."

-Trigon's one eye brow raises at what he hears.- "Now I understand why you brought me here..." -Trigon then turns to Winry.- "How long will this take is you dont mind me asking? I need one last smoke before you start."

*Ed comes from the back room rubbing the back of his head, his long blonde hair in a ponytail and an obvious metal arm visible to trigon* Ed: good luck, win doesn't like smokes my friend. *ed completely oblivious to who he was just speaking to*

-Trigon quickly gets into stance, after seeing Ed walk by. But the fact he walked away, Trigon relaxes and waits for Winry.-

Ed:....geez, that woman takes forever, i could have had you a new arm in little to ten minutess.

-Trigon decides to go back outside and light him a cigar. He is a patient man, which is usually not a characteristic of evil minded people.-

Ed: *watches him leave then shrugs* winry could be on to something with this people thinking i'm annoying thing *opens a soda can he discovered from the fridge a moment ago and takes of sip of the drink then walks back down the hall into a room*

Winry looks around. "What did I miss?" Naminea shrugs. "I'm not sure, I wasn't paying attention...."

-Trigon walks back inside.- "Your fixing my arm remember?

"Oh...Yeah. Sorry. It's an off day." Winry gestures at Trigon to sit down.

-Trigon sits in his seat, taking off his jacket. To everyone's surprise in the room, he has alchemy tattoos that he never mentioned to anyone in Akatsuki.-

Naminea's eyes narrow slightly. So...he's entwined in the world of alchemy as well.... She shrugs slightly and stands up. "Oi, Ed! Could you give my leg a check up while Winry is doing her thing?" (Naminea has an automail leg... It's one of my FMA backstories on another thingy with Kei XP)

Ed: i suppose so, bring it on over here *plops down on the couch and pats the open spot beside him*

-Trigon sits still, allowing Windy to openly work on him. He ignores the pain but a cigar wouldn't hurt him right now.- "........."

"Alrighty!" Naminea taps her right leg, which glows slightly and shows an automail leg. She stands up and walks over, sitting next to Ed. "How have you been?"

Winry continues her work quietly, nearing completion. (It takes longer in the Anime but anywhooo XD)

*ed is running his hands across the leg checking for any dents or marks* i've been good, it's been boring since al went off to camp.

"Probably... When is he coming back?" Naminea watches Ed, then glances over to check on Trigon.

*feels a long crack down the backside of her leg* pfft i dunno, but what have you been up to lately, you have a huge crack back here

"Umm....well....nothing." Naminea shrugs innocently.

*rubs hands together* time to rock and roll *slaps his hand on top of the crack then runs it all the way down to the bottom then copies the motion with his other hand as the crack began to fillwith dust metal that was in ed's hand, it then began to melt down filling the crack leaving it as good as new* repair work is a sinch.

"..Thanks." Naminea smiles at Ed. "Hehe. How's it going Winry?" Winry look up. "Just about...done." She connects Trigon's new arm.

-Trigon sits patiently, not saying a word. He listens to the small talk but doesnt really poke in on the conversation. He is the old man of the group after all. There is a big generation gap.-