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star_kingdom2012-09-21 12:55 pm
brbgettingwrench) wrote in star_kingdom2012-09-21 12:55 pm
6th Wrench Thrown | Video
[Winry was glad that the mist had finally gone and now they could possibly rest a lot easier. But for Winry this wasn't going to be the case. Far from it in fact. With her arms in bandages, she had set about still working on various pieces of automail, making sure to build them from scratch and to make sure they are separate to begin with. She knew even in her little better tired state, she could work like a pro. It was something she was use. So with her focused look on, she had started to carefully piece the thing together one bit at a time. She a smile, she screwed one of the first two piece together before wiping her head against her head, getting rid of some unwanted sweat.]
It's nice to be able to do things again without fear of what was in the mist. Though did anyone actually find out what was the cause, or even how it came here? [She puts down the wrench and stretches, giving herself the first break she had in a while since the mist left, standing up and making her way to some drawers, going to look for some change of clothes. Picking through them she soon found a log sleeved top and a skirt before closing the draw again to throw them on the bed.]
I just hope everyone else is okay and isn't suffering the after effects too much. [Pausing at that moment, she looks down at her bandaged arms and gloved hands, remembering what it did to her personally. Never again would she let that get to her that badly. Going over to the device, she smiles slightly before picking it up, cupping it within her palm.]
So now I've dealt with my second odd thing, would it be okay to ask how often does things like that actually happen?
It's nice to be able to do things again without fear of what was in the mist. Though did anyone actually find out what was the cause, or even how it came here? [She puts down the wrench and stretches, giving herself the first break she had in a while since the mist left, standing up and making her way to some drawers, going to look for some change of clothes. Picking through them she soon found a log sleeved top and a skirt before closing the draw again to throw them on the bed.]
I just hope everyone else is okay and isn't suffering the after effects too much. [Pausing at that moment, she looks down at her bandaged arms and gloved hands, remembering what it did to her personally. Never again would she let that get to her that badly. Going over to the device, she smiles slightly before picking it up, cupping it within her palm.]
So now I've dealt with my second odd thing, would it be okay to ask how often does things like that actually happen?