To Grok [Seraphina]

[Vriska]

Vriska itched. That was really the only way to describe it. She'd tripped in the street, brought her prosthetic in front of her to break her fall, and now something had shaken loose. Half a day of normal activity had failed to fix the problem. According to her own rules, Vriska knew what had to happen next. To prevent further damage, she would need to open it up and fix the problem.

There were few smiths in the city who catered to the needs of people like Vriska. Vriska knew the best. More watchmaker than blacksmith, more artificer than watchmaker, and more of an artist than anything. Remus had a directness to him that Vriska found oddly endearing. To him, she was neither a hybrid or a knight, but a piece of flesh unfortunately attached to a construct. A construct he hadn't designed, which Vriska loved to remind him of when he became too direct.

He looked up from his work as if her entering his shop was a personal insult. She waved at him, and then winced when it just made things worse. "What did you break this time?" He spat.

"Nothing that warrants you getting your fat ass out of that chair," Vriska retorted. "Feels like a cracked proximal radioulnar focus."

He just grunted and muttered a rambling diatribe on quartz as Vriska cleared a bench of the various parts and debris that seemed to form naturally everywhere Remus went and set to work. The joins in the arm were worked so as to be almost impossible to open unless you knew how. At a mental command from Vriska there was a click and the casing of her inner forearm moved slightly. Some time with a screwdriver later had it opened up, revealing an organized network of crystals, rods and wires. Vriska always felt weird doing this. It was odd to be reminded that this was all that kept her arm moving, and harder still to be reminded that this was not, in fact, her arm at all.

[SERAPHINA HERODOR]

Her eyes were wide, almost like dinner-plates as she walked from the back of Remus' stockrooms to see a woman with a prosthetic arm, a meshing of cabling, plating, gears and crystals. Fascination gripped her, as she almost dropped the glass focussing lens she carried, ready to purchase. She and Remus had a standing order, that she would get anything she wanted from Remus, and Remus was allowed access to her smelteries, now they were complete, and could recoup the costs in raw material, as well as her expertise in exactly this sort of field.

A smile crawled upon her face as she watched him work. She admired his skill, and his patience, but most especially his evident intelligence. This had to be almost unique by design, and yet he had figured out how to correct the errors within the mechanism. She stepped forward to watch carefully, exuding heat from her enthusiastic observations. She cocked her head to the side, inspecting the mechanism as the screwdriver was swapped for a pair of 'needle-nosed pliers'. A shortened name from her original wording. Something he had a talent she would never have. Short names.

[red]Hope you don't mind me watching miss. I'm have a vested interest with this sort of thing.[/red]

Remus looked up, his eyes displaying the irritation that filled him. She was forever making noise, asking questions. This was art to him. To her, it was simply something to be unravelled, deconstructed and replicated. Seraphina was a technologist, where Remus was an techno-artisan. Two sides of the same coin really, but different on so many levels. Except the stigma attached to the two of them.

[red]Don't give me that look. You're also gripping too loosely, the rod will simply snap it back in place if you don't hold it tight.[/red]

She pointed to the 'offending' rod, a small accurate gesture, before smiling at the woman again.

[red]Sorry, I've been remiss, Seraphina. And you are?[/red]

She cocked her head again, continuously glancing down at Remus' work. He was slow, but methodical. And still gripped it too loosely. She shook her head mentally, waiting for the inevitable 'crack' as it slotted back into its designate recess.

[Vriska]

[[Short because I'm tired]]

Really, the last thing Vriska wanted at this moment was spectators. It made her feel weak. But obviously this chick wasn't going to take no for an answer. "I'm VriskARGH." The rod snapped back into place with a loud clack, ringing every major alarm bell in Vriska's head. "Whoops. Forgot to do the thing."

She did the thing. The arm went as limp as a lump of metal and wire. It felt unbelievably uncomfortable, and the past few weeks of involuntary shapeshifting had given Vriska an entirely new standard for uncomfortable. "Vriska Seraphine." Seraphina had smiled. Vriska didn't. "You're the Champion, right? That one with the temper. I've heard about you."

[SERAPHINA HERODOR]

A smirk lit up Seraphina's face as the rod snapped into place, catching Remus' fingers in the process. He cursed loudly, before gesturing at her. She looked on at his cursing and gesticulation, repressing the urge to laugh. He really did look ridiculous, waving the simple tool around, while VriskARGH's arm lay limp on the table.

Well if you're so damnably clever, YOU do it!

He thrust the tool into her hand, cursing again in pain, before going back, resuming his inventory of his stocks. Seraphina's smile broadened as she sat down next to the woman's arm.

[red]You have no idea how much I wanted to be doing this. And yeah, I'm the one with the temper. I'm a red head, what do you expect?[/red]

She laughed a little, as she deftly pulled the rod out of place, before disconnecting it, going entirely by touch and sound, her eyes looking at the woman, still smiling. She found her route in to the core of the joint, and began systematically deconstructing each piece, the position of each one seared into her memory, being placed with unerring position in a specific location, an unseeable design in her head, for ease of access.

[red]So, Vrisk, something, the last syllable was more of a reaction to pain than a real syllable. And you can call me Sera if you want, after all, I am taking your arm apart, can't get much more personal on a first meeting really.[/red]

She smirked, before looking in her elbow joint for the offending part. She couldn't see anything yet, and so continued to disassemble the mechanism, trying to find something wrong.