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Takin' Ed to the Shop [Active/Open?]

Character(s): Cid, Ed, and anyone else that bursts in on the two?
Content: Ed, being without his trusty automail mechanic, goes to visit the resident mechanic in Paixao and prays he's not doomed.
Setting: Cid's Shop
Time: Afternoon?
Warnings: Ed being Ed.

Ed grinned as he terminated the transmission on his journal with that Cid guy and pulled up the map of the city again. It was nice to know that there was someone with mechanic knowledge in this hole, even if the guy had never heard of automail. He'd just have to be careful and not completely bust his arm or leg, but he was sure if a bolt or something came loose, Cid could fix it.

The shop wasn't anywhere near Muspelheim gate though, so Ed went straight for the train, riding it to the stop nearest to where Cid's shop was indicated on the map. It didn't take him too long to get there, and it wasn't too hard to find either. Ed walked in to the building. "Hey, is Cid around?"

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The building itself wasn't anything particularly interesting, on the inside. It fact, it could have been just another shop, if it hadn't been for the weapons on display. They weren't anything special, but Cid had generally figured that if he knew what they were, he might as well sell them. He had to do something with his time, and hell, he hadn't really seen a lot of call for a mechanic out her anyway.

For once, Cid was even out front, instead of hiding away in his workroom. He wasn't really sure he liked the assumption that he wouldn't be at his own store if the door was open, but he supposed he'd kid the kid the benefit of the doubt.

"Why in all of Ifrit's hells wouldn't I be in my own damn store?"

Ed saw the man standing in the shop. He reminded him strongly of Mr. LeCoulte, the man that had made Paninya's automail legs. He was already starting to miss Winry...

He ignored the statement made by the old man. "I'm Ed. I talked to you about my automail." At this he took off his gloves and stuffed them in his coat pockets, then took that off as well, along with the smaller black jacket he wore underneath to reveal his arm. "My left leg is automail too."

Well, now. Wasn't that something? He wasn't going to ask how the kid had got himself so bad off that he'd need to get new arms and legs, of course. That didn't matter. He wasn't here to grill him, after all.

"I've seen things like it before," he answered with a shrug. "Can't say if they'd be the same, but hell, it's bound to be something."

Well, at this guy wasn't asking questions. He was better than no mechanic at all by a long run.

"Their made out of steel, and there's wires that connect to my nerves so I can move them without any trouble." Well, if you ignored that fact that connecting the nerves was always pretty painful, but hopefully, Ed would be out of this place before he had to get things readjusted again. "You think you can work with it if I need it? I can pay you, of course."

Cid nodded at the explanation. He wasn't sure he could do any damned thing about the nerve bits - he'd been an engineer, not a neuroscientist - but he could keep the thing running alright. Even if he did wish he'd given more than a passing look at Barret's gun-arm that once. But hell, how hard could it be.

"I've seen things like it before," he answered. "Shouldn't be too damned hard t' figure the basics out."

"Really?" Considering the fact that the old man had never heard of automail, this bit of information came as a surprise to Ed. then again, maybe it just had a different name where ever this mechanic came from.

Ed found a chair and brought it up, taking a seat and kicking off his left boot. "I guess you ought to this one too." Despite being rough around the edges, Cid didn't seem too bad. At least he didn't drool over automail like the freaks in Rush Valley. He could get used to this.

...

He already was.

"Once 'r twice, yeah," Cid answered with a shrug. Okay, mostly once, but it had been a pretty long 'once,' given that whole working-to-save-the-world thing. Hell, you could probably call that thing of Vincent's something like it too, in a pinch. At least, assuming he was right about it and getting answers out of Vincent was harder than getting blood out of a stone.

"They built the same way?"

Just once or twice? Well, it was still better than never.

"Yeah. Same alloys, same kind of hook-up." Although, Ed didn't know the exact mix of the metals in his automail. Steel and chrome were the two that were coming to mind at the moment. Damn, why didn't he listen to Winry a bit more?

Oh, that's right. Because she was an metal-head.

"My mechanic's pretty good, so I shouldn't have any problems for a while." That is, he shouldn't have any problems if he didn't get into fights, but with what he learned from that Marluxia guy earlier, the chances of Ed staying out of trouble were very slim at best. "You think I could come to you if something happens?"

Cid nodded at that. It'd make things easier and hell, if he had to he could just look into the alloys himself. Finding the books he'd need to look up the right ones would be a pain, but he could do it. Even if he wasn't at all looking forward to actually having to.

"Sure. Just try not t' bust 'em up too bad."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I get enough crap from my mechanic. I'm won't bust it." Ed didn't want to know what this guy was capable of when he was pissed off. It was bad enough he had to worry about blunt force trauma from Winry's wrench. Ed could easily imagine this guy hiding a gun somewhere...

Edward pulled his boot back on and grabbed his coat before moving the chair back where he found it. "Thanks, gramps. Do I owe ya anything?"

Guns, not so much. Various sort of spears and the willingness to use them if pushed, on the other hand, he had in spades. He'd leave the guns to the people who were actually good at using the damned things.

"Well, you can start by not callin' me that again," he answered, with only mild irritation. "I ain't old enough to be anyone's grandfather and I sure as hell ain't yours."

Ed turned around and held up his hands. "Okay, okay!" Just don't try to kill me please!

"I'll see you around then. Well, not too often. I hope." Ed hated having his automail fixed. Not only did it take up a lot of time, but it also hurt like hell. As grateful as Ed was for Cid's help, the less he saw him, the better.

Cid wasn't about to kill him. For all that he tended to be rather rough around the edges, he was a decent enough guy when you got down to it. Well... decent enough and had a vocabulary that was enough to make most sailors blush, but that was something that wasn't going to be changing any time soon.

"Depends on you, doesn't it."

"I guess it does." Ed gave Cid an uneasy grin and bolted out the door. He might not have been an automail freak like the people in Rush Valley, but he was still on the creepy side.

Ed pulled out his journal and pulled up the map. Now what? He didn't really have any leads on this Organization...

Looked like it was time to just explore and see what he could find. It's not like any of the citizens would give him trouble for sticking his nose in a few places.

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