Turn 1

[soulbait]

[Action]

[Ciel Phantomhive arrived in Luceti this morning sometime after sunrise but before the bustle of people starting their days. After finding his demon, his clothes, and his cane all relatively quickly he then set out to get his bearings for the town with his demon-butler in tow. Of course, being a rich, spoiled, noble, this walk around

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[crytearsofjoy]

[Winry will be around the smithy. At the moment she sadly doesn't seem to be working on anything. Feel free to bother her about anything. She's supposedly here to help.]

[soulbait]

[Where is the master of this facility? After his talk with Saleh (useless) above there Ciel still hasn't located someone with which to quire his firearm. There's a girl a little older than Lizzie here, yes, but there's no way she's a shopkeeper for a facility like this. He grips his cane firmly, growing ever more annoyed and trying not to show it]

[crytearsofjoy]

[A kid with a cane. How cute. The blond notices the boy, and approaches.]

How may I help you?

[soulbait]

I am looking for the master of this smithy. [...Wait. Wait. She can't possibly mean- Oh there's no way even if she is wearing pants (how arrogant, she doesn't look a think like a doctor. Likely a factory worker... even if there were no factories here. Either way, if she's offering, perhaps she'll answer]

[wings_thatwait]

Sokka isn't here at the moment, but if it's a request or an item you need I can take care of it.

Sebastian in after this then into Ciel -> Sebastian -> Winry

[soulbait]

[...His wife, perhaps? Or his daughter or- Well whatever. He clears his head and them lifts the cane before popping it right down on the ground again and then in a commanding tone:] I require your finest revolver.

[soulphile]

[Sebastian, having been here the entire time, only smiles because he knows Ciel had to calm down for a moment there. Really, Ciel? Your own aunt was a doctor. Think more progressively.]

[crytearsofjoy]

[Winry looks Ciel up and down. A child asking for a gun? Winry did not approve. Yes it's true Ed went after his State Alchemist's license at 12, and thus became a human weapon, but... And especially considering her history with guns.]

[Winry puts her right hand on her hip.] And why would you be needing such a thing?

[soulbait]

[This girl is questioning him?! Him?!] That is none of your concern, miss. [Yeah, let's be extra civil] I am Earl Ciel Phantomhive, and I have told you that I require your finest revolver. [Must... keep... tone... civil...]

[soulphile]

[...Despite the minor freak out there, Sebastian says nothing. Ciel is capable of forming sentences right now, after all.]

[crytearsofjoy]

Well if some kid is going to go around using a gun provided from my workplace then I do think it is my concern. I'm not going to hand away a lethal weapon to a child.

[soulbait]

[A child?! What-WHAT! He's about ready to ri pehr head off Sebby this is your cue]

[soulphile]

Excuse me. [and here he steps forward. He bows a little to Winry, and then straightens his back--] My master would like one of your finest revolvers. [The emphasis on master is there, man. It's there.]

[crytearsofjoy]

[...Blink, blink. WHAT?] I'm sorry, I...

[She doesn't know what to make of this.]

[soulbait]

[Good pet. But with that out of the way he uses commanding voice-] I am Earl Ciel Phantomhive.

[soulphile]

[That reaction was unsatisfactory, Winry. Sebastian picks up what looks like a rifle, to him, and points it directly square at her face.]

Made by hand, was it? Remarkable. I detect not single blemish. Perhaps we shall take this and a revolver. [...smiles--] Miss.