The old wooden door scrapes along the concrete floor as force it open.
"So, this is it," Ruby says as she enters the shell of building.
"What i've only been here once and then i was interrupted by Yang starting a fight, i couldn't even put those hinges i wanted on," I say as I carry a bag of parts in.
The inside of the workshop looks ever worse than when i had first arrived with the clean morning light trying to break through the almost opaque windows. against most of the walls lies piles upon piles on scrap, Old tins and even older bottles.
"Looks, like the is method to Oz's madness," i say i shove a pile of scrap revealing an old Forge. "Let's see if its still hooked up," i say as i'm about to begin digging through the pile but Ruby is
I know what it's like to be attached to a blade, i still own the first blade i used and off the first true enemy i have fought, so how about this, you help me get this forge up and running and i'll help you repair, your crescent rose," i softly say trying to rise the broken girl's spirits.
"I built her i can fix her," she says feigning confidence. I draw my odachi and raise it into the light causing the blade to glow. Illuminating the wave shaped Hamon* of the blade and the damascan steel meld that makes up the body of the blade.
"Can you forge something like this," I shout as she begins to stares at my blade.
"So it's settled, i'll help you fix Crescent rose you'll help me get this place operational, shall we begin.
After a fair few hours of hard labour the room was cleared of shit revealing the beautiful machines. A near ancient lathe built in the year 1960 which according to Ruby was during the Great war. The forge was even older according to the decayed name plate on it which stated it was built in the 1950's by a company called Sigmar and son's. No corner of the workshop was free from the light of the windows no the rubbish is gone, but that's not saying much given how the shacks in the slums of the united cities had bigger windows.
"The forge needs to have it's fuel line checked, the lathe needs the gear assembly and chuck checked, and i want to give the breakers a once over, but what we've done today is a good start, so how about a celebratory rum" I say.
"But first i want to pop, some where," Ruby replies.
A small bell rings out as we enter a small shop on the outskirts of the Vale Comercial district.
"Welcome to Turpentine's toys," a human stammers as we enter the shop. The sound of children laughing a giggling can be heard while other ask their mothers for a new toy.
"I don't know, just try not to piss him off okay," one of the managers mutters trying to hide behind the till.
"Look at him he's built like a fucking tank," A group of managers underlings mutters in the back of the shop.
"You do have toy shops, where your from," Ruby asks.
"Yeah but only in the biggest of cities like Blister hill, Heft and few others that are a part of the united cities," i reply
"Why are we here, your clearly too old for toys," i ask Ruby.
"Well, i just want to have a look to take my mind off of things, you know to relax" she replies.
"Fair enough," I say as I spot, something in the corner of my optics. A section of the shop dominated by a metallic gray paint and a alter like structure to these toys.
*-Hamon, the hamon of a blade is where through differential harding
Originally the toy shop scene was a omake but i thought it would add a bit for the characters so i made it cannon and sorry for it being so late but i have been busy with work.