This ship has taken me far away [OPEN]
Characters: Winry and OPEN
Content: Winry is not in a good mood. Stinkiness + Impending Storm means for a very grumpy mechanic
Setting: The Dungheap 4423's Deck
Time: NAO
This was one of those moments Winry wished she had kept her promise to Rhyme. That was, to pick up practicing her magic again. Though now that she thought about it she had never really done much with elemental magic, so it wasn't as if she could just conjure some water like those fancy smancy intellectual mages that pranced around the halls of Melior.
...okay so maybe she was a little resentful right now.
Yes, she was often covered in oil, or grease, or some smudges of dirt. Being deprived of bathrooms however was an entirely different matter. Not only was it just disgusting but it was also unhealthy.
Which was why Winry had lugged one of the larger and empty barrels from the storage room, and had filled it with water from the sinks in the kitchen. Hell if she was going to go around lounging in her own dirt.
After painstakingly filling it, bucket by bucket, she pushed the barrel towards the back end of the deck and then slumped against it. Jeez after that all she had just worked up even more of a sweat.
It wouldn't quite be the same, and it wasn't as if she could take off her clothes but it would do.
Content: Winry is not in a good mood. Stinkiness + Impending Storm means for a very grumpy mechanic
Setting: The Dungheap 4423's Deck
Time: NAO
This was one of those moments Winry wished she had kept her promise to Rhyme. That was, to pick up practicing her magic again. Though now that she thought about it she had never really done much with elemental magic, so it wasn't as if she could just conjure some water like those fancy smancy intellectual mages that pranced around the halls of Melior.
...okay so maybe she was a little resentful right now.
Yes, she was often covered in oil, or grease, or some smudges of dirt. Being deprived of bathrooms however was an entirely different matter. Not only was it just disgusting but it was also unhealthy.
Which was why Winry had lugged one of the larger and empty barrels from the storage room, and had filled it with water from the sinks in the kitchen. Hell if she was going to go around lounging in her own dirt.
After painstakingly filling it, bucket by bucket, she pushed the barrel towards the back end of the deck and then slumped against it. Jeez after that all she had just worked up even more of a sweat.
It wouldn't quite be the same, and it wasn't as if she could take off her clothes but it would do.