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♨ 1 Apple Pie + Sixteen Apples and Cinnamon | Voice+Action ♨

No, not again!

[Both people over the journals and near the smithy can hear her yelling. Winry, in her surprise had dropped her journal - and then stepped on it when moving back a little. Over the journal the crunching sounds of metal (yes, metal) can be heard. A large Pokémon is eating the supply metals in the Smithy's closet. It's always a wonder how they get in there, but somehow they do. Winry tries fruitlessly to coax the creature out of the closet, but it doesn't seem to want to pay attention to her.]

Oh, come on! I thought we had agreed you'd at least ask first.
[In which Winry mistakes Giovanni's Aggron for Sapphire's ~~all Pokémon look alike, hush~~. Because her lack of luck she turns to the journal, picking it up.]

Can one of you trainer guys come get this guy out of here? He's ruining everything he touches.

[ooc: forward dated to tomorrow because I'm dumb. Whoops.]

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[That doesn't... sound so good.]

Are you okay?

[Does he need to head over and smack a dinosaur bitch.]

No. [She whines mournfully.]

It's eaten at least three of my prototypes.

[Oh, so nothing dangerous then. Okay.]

What the hell is it?

A Pokémon. It's a weird animal pet thing.

...A pet that eats metal?

[What the hell.]

Yes. This isn't the first time it's happened.

That's pretty messed up. You need a hand?

[Kind of tempted just so he can see it, wtf.]

If you could help me clean up that would be great.

[Wow, so now he gets to play clean-up maid? Lame. He did offer, though, so he's stuck now.]

Yeah, sure. I'll be right over.

Don't drag your feet, now.

I just said I'd be coming, sheesh.

[Heading out now, though, so he doesn't get nagged.]

Well don't lollygag around.

[All she gets is a grumble in response, but he heads over anyway, poking around the smithy shortly afterwards. Geez, what a mess...]

Winry? You still here?

[She's sitting on the couch. The aggron has already been picked up and Giovanni has left. Winry sits up straight.]

Took you long enough. [Okay no she's just pulling his leg.]

[Brat. He heads over, glancing around, hands resting on his hips.]

That thing did a number on this place. Anything important you need fixed?

The door to the supply closet, and a few shelves. Could you do that?

Yeah, sure. [That's him, Mr. Fix-It. He heads over to the closet to survey the damage and make sure there's enough material.] So you managed to get that thing cleared out, huh?

Yeah, its trainer came to pick it up.

Well, good. [He claps his hands, and with a flash of alchemic light, the closet is restored. One job down.] Would've been nice if he'd helped.

He actually offered to do some landscaping at the house as repayment.

Oh... guess that's alright, then. [Unexpected and convenient, go fig. He moves on to work on the battered shelving as well, fiddling with the warped supports.] Anything else to fix?

I'd appreciate it if you put the scraps back into sheets? Just make sure to keep the same types of metals together.

How much did it end up eating? Anything that can't be fixed?

[He heads over to the aforementioned scraps, starting to sort the metals.]

Whole sheets of iron are gone, and Hiccup's axe is totaled.

Oh geez, that's a pain. At least your stock gets resupplied... too bad about the axe, though.

[That's kind of important to vikings, isn't it? He very vaguely recalls this.]

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