♨ Six Apples and Cinnamon - Action ♨

[crytearsofjoy]

[The rain puts a damper on Winry's plans. She had intended to spread out a blanket, and eat outside the smithy during her lunch break today. Instead she stays inside, sitting by the couch. She welcomes all who come in, whether they be costumers, or just seeking refuge from the rain. In front of her she has a sandwich, and a juice box.]

[But that's

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[meanandgreen]

[Raph's been working in the back room all morning, pounding out links for his second manriki chain when suddenly, the bad feeling that's been growing in the pit of his stomach since Winry's return twists inside him like a knife. His senses sharpen to the scent of blood and Winry's happy humming.

He drops his tools with a clamor of metal and pads toward her workbench.]

Yo Winry?

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[crytearsofjoy]

[She looks up from what she's doing, wiping off some sweat off her cheek. This action leaves a smudge of red.]

Yeah, Raph?

[Action]

[meanandgreen]

[Raph sees the blood and his eyes go wide. Immediately his instincts take over and he firmly grabs her shoulder, trying to physically turn her around for a better look.]

You're bleedin' all over the place!

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[crytearsofjoy]

What? Oh, that's just the oil, I'll clean it up when I'm done.

[Action]

[lists_to_port]

[Jack pokes his head into the smithy, with small rivulets running off his hat and dripping down onto his face. The pirate is drenched and has clearly been wandering around in the rain for quite some time. He's holding an unsheathed sword and has an inquiring look on his face.]

'Ello? Think I can get a quick sharpening here? My blade's dull as a Sunday service.

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[wings_thatwait]

Sure! Would you rather do it yourself, or have someone here do it for you? We have the tools for sharpening in the back. [Winry gestures to the back area. Heat from the forge radiates from there, keeping the whole place relatively warm.]

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[lists_to_port]

[The pirate is about to mention the fact that there is blood everywhere when the mass "good holy night that's not a prosthetic arm" intervention begins. He decides instead to keep out of the way and locate the nearest whetstone, sparing a backward glance for Winry, poor girl. He tries to be comforting in his way.]

Erm--by the bye, lass--should you go septic, I know a fellow what's brilliant at fashioning limbs out of wood. Not very bendy, but excellent for prodding things.

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[crytearsofjoy]

Why get a wood one when you can get one made of steel?

[asmilethatkills]

[Selim's been feeling more or less moody after returning from being mallynapped. He's also been...concern for Winry since she had been taken as well. So, he decides to go out for a walk and visit her at the smithy, umbrella on hand of course. Soon as he enters, his keen sense of smell he had inherited from Gluttony picked up the scent of blood.]

...[Quietly, he searches around the smithy to locate the source]

[wings_thatwait]

[He'll find Winry working away at her arm. Oh, is that bone? She might be getting close... But then she notices Selim, and smiles.]

What brings you here?

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[asmilethatkills]

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[asmilethatkills]

W-Winry! What are you doing!?

[markofthewise]

[Sokka hadn't been paying much attention to Winry and after returning from a class at the school, he initially just gives her a slight wave as he goes to find his own lunch. He has to do a double take when he notices blood and what she's doing. He'll be coming at her and trying to take the screwdriver away.]

What in the hell are you doing!?

[crytearsofjoy]

[She protests as he tries to take it away.] What does it look like? Give that back!

[markofthewise]

Blood, that's what! [And no, he's not giving it back. He's ripping off his sleeve and is going to try and bind that gaping wound.] What were you thinking!?

[crytearsofjoy]

[She'll block his attempt at her arm.] What blood? Sokka, what's wrong with you? I'm just doing a maintenance check on my arm!

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[sing_thrush]

[ Someone's bringing Winry her lunch... and he doesn't notice things at first. ]

Winry? Are you hungry?

Action

[wings_thatwait]

Oh? Al? What're you doing here?

Action

[sing_thrush]

I decided to bring you a hot lunch.

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[wings_thatwait]

[Winry rubs the sweat off her forehead, leaving behind a smudge of blood.] You're too kind, Al. What'd you bring?