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[automailmaker]

I'm Home.

It's great to be back, no matter how much I love visiting Rush Valley.

Manabe, you and I have to talk.

For everyone else, if your interested in a home baked pie or some prosthetic limbs, just comment here and I'll be happy to see what I can do for you.

Comments

[slackermailgirl]

Mmm, homemade pie? Haven't had that in over fifty years.

[automailmaker]

Fifty years?

[slackermailgirl]

Yup. Back when I was alive.

[automailmaker]

Was alive? You're dead now?

[slackermailgirl]

I am! I was killed in a car crash fifty years ago. Sucks, huh?

[automailmaker]

Wow, that does sound like it sucks. So, what's your name?

[slackermailgirl]

Chiaki. What's yours?

[automailmaker]

Winry Rockbell, at your service!

[slackermailgirl]

Nice to meetcha, Winry!

So you make fake limbs?

[automailmaker]

Nice to meet you too, Chiaki.

Yeah, I specialize in automail, which is a metal prosthetic that connects directly to the nerves of the body.

[slackermailgirl]

.... Sounds pretty high-tech. And pretty damn awesome.

S'nice having a job that helps people, isn't it? I may slack off a lot with mine, but I do enjoy it~

[automailmaker]

It's pretty intense. Only one person I know hasn't cried during installation.

Yes, I enjoy being able to give those who could not walk the ability to move around again. What do you do?

[slackermailgirl]

Daaamn.

I deliver Shigofumi!

[automailmaker]

What's a Shigofumi?

[slackermailgirl]

A letter from the dead. When someone dies, they can write a letter to a family member, a friend, a lover... anyone. Anything. I once had to deliver a letter to a cat.

[automailmaker]

Wow.

That must be an interesting job.