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[charityandfaith]

Characters: Charity, Winry, maybe Ed, anyone else
Time: daytime; after this post of Ed's
Location: the Hilton's parking garage, across the street from the Blackstone Hotel
Content: Charity's forge is set up, and is available for all your weapon, armor, automail, and car repair needs!
Warnings: none at the moment; depends who shows up

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[nowhere_winry]

Winry took a deep breath as she entered the forge. Sweat popped up immediately on her skin as the heat surrounded her. Swiping her forearm across her forehead, Winry reminded herself she needed to get coveralls and boots later today, or at the very least, denim work clothes. She turned in a slow circle, looking over the layout. Raising her voice, Winry called, "Mrs. Carpenter?"

[charityandfaith]

The weather beginning to get colder now, the forge fire would soon be all that kept the workspace usable; Chicago winters weren't particularly forgiving. It might be a little too warm in the space right now, but since it wasn't enclosed, the heat dissipated enough to keep it from getting too bad.

Charity looked up at Winry with a smile, replying warmly, "Hello, Winry." After a few more blows of the hammer, she eyed the blade critically before placing it into the quenching bucket next to the forge, the water boiling with a loud hiss.

[nowhere_winry]

Winry stayed out of the weapon being forged and the steam rushing up from the blade being submerged. She'd mixed metals in a forge before, usually pouring them into a framework and cutting, filing and shaping the metal into the forms she needed. It didn't mean that she couldn't appreciate what Mrs. Carpenter was doing; in fact, Winry knew something about hand forging as well.

"Who are you making that for, if you don't mind me asking?"

[once_whole]

Across the street from the Blackstone... well, this had to be the place. Until he got a new arm, there wasn't a whole lot he could really do except read up about this country and city. While useful, he wanted to get a hop towards alchemy.

Fat lot of good that was one-armed.

This would at least be a distraction for Winry; give her something to focus on so she dives into the work and he can sneak off easier. He followed the echos of work and talk - most notably Winry's voice.

He's wearing a dark blue, longsleeve shirt and black pants when he walks up to the two, hand in a pocket. He hasn't quite thought about the weather of this location, or what it will mean for him.

"Hey."

[supremeweek]

Franky had spent a large part of the last few weeks just trying to keep his body running at top level--one bit or another kept making a mess. After the disaster with that hoard of monsters a few days back, his hand still wasn't fully acting proper. But he didn't want to just do maintenance. A proper craftsman could never be satisfied with the basics. He'd joined the Strawhats to keep inventing for them, and returning to idle time beating the crap out of things was just not all that acceptable anymore.

Which is why, when Franky heard the sound of a hammer on metal, Franky became pretty curious to check it out. Entering the garage, it was instantly clear what this place was meant to be, and he perked up a bit. Whoever that chick was by the anvil, he could sufficiently say she was making a good first impression; he'd been thinking about doing just this, for a bit.

"Oi, Chica," he called. "This place private?"

[charityandfaith]

Franky, unfortunately, was making the opposite sort of impression. "It's Mrs. Carpenter," she informed the very strange man, her eyes narrowing. He wasn't wearing pants, for Heaven's sake! And was his nose... metal? "It is a public garage," she allowed scrupulously, "but since I built the forge, it's my responsibility to see that it isn't put to ill use." Charity's cold welcome and dry tone made no effort to conceal the implication that she didn't trust the newcomer as far as she could throw him.

[supremeweek]

It would be hard to guess whether or not it was a good or bad thing that Franky had deafened himself to such tones of dissent. As such, the cyborg seemed to completely miss the vast majority of what she said, verbal or implied, and instead decided to strike a contemplative pose.

"Super! Don't want someone comin' in and messin' up your stuff, I catch ya." Leaning in the opposite direction, he surveyed her equipment. "Not a half bad setup you got 'round here, either, sis. Didn't expect much people 'round here to know jack shit about forging."

[charityandfaith]

"It's not that I am trying to protect my possessions," Charity said sharply. He certainly had missed the majority of what she said. "If anyone were to forge weapons here and use them to harm innocent people, I would be partly at fault for providing them with the tools necessary to do so."

And now it was sis. "And I'll thank you to call me Mrs. Carpenter." she corrected again. Charity didn't even know where to start a tirade directed at this bizarre man, but start it she most certainly would if he didn't say something to alleviate her annoyance and mistrust.

[burnoutthenight]

To be quite honest, it was mostly sheer luck that brought Axel to the little forge. Luck and the fact that he'd need to figure out the place one way or another and what better way to do it then to talk to people?

Besides, you could argue that if there was anything that he was meant to take in interest in, it was a forge. Fire calling to fire, not that he felt any sort of draw to the place or anything. It was just the next place down the line, and a place that he trusted himself to be hold up a decent enough conversation without sounding too odd - which was always a plus in a new place.

So with that in mind, he wandered on in. No harm in that certainly.

[charityandfaith]

Charity looked up from her work at the new arrival. Evidently the sounds of the forge attracted an audience. At least this one was wearing pants. That she found herself grateful for this fact merely reinforced the absurdity of her previous visitor. Red spiky hair was nothing by comparison to nigh public indecency.

"Hello. Can I help you?" she asked the stranger.

[burnoutthenight]

Could she? Possibly, but not in actually making weapons. That part he was covered on, for the most part.

"Just thought I'd drop on in," he answered with an easy shrug. "Checking out what there is to see, and all that. Looks like a nice enough set-up, though."

Not that he really knew all that much about forges, but it didn't look out and out bad, and he figured that was a good enough start. No matter what the thing you were starting.

[8000_followers]

Honestly, it had been a really dumb idea to go out on his own, especially after he'd just been reunited with his friends; Usopp knew at least that much. Still, something here was messing with Franky's body, Sanji was still pretty badly injured, and Brook was...well, Brook. He knew his crewmates could handle anything that came their way barring robotic fruit-using bears, but events had been pretty rough on them as of late, and the last thing he wanted to be was unprepared in case those giant dogs or anything else that might consider Strawhat pirates to be a good meal showed up again. To that end, he'd set out into the city - if those dogs were weak against iron, then he'd make a point of carrying Iron Stars. He just needed to make them, and for that he needed iron