Caimileir tinkered with the client's leg. The man had been sitting patiently for the last two hours. The calibration of balance and joint movement had taken longer than expected. "Apologies for the wait." Caimileir said with an apologetic smile. He tightened one last screw. "Can you feel everything?" The client nodded, bending the limb back and forth. Caimileir gestured for him to stand. After having him walk around, the mechanic declared him repaired and ready to return to work. He waved as the client disappeared back into the city.
The smile rapidly slipped from his face. "Idiot" He muttered checking the clock on the wall. The man was a heavy construction mage. His original leg had been crushed in a related accident. Instead of ordering a stronger leg, the man had gotten one made of lesser materials. Thus, the leg had easily torn and broken during a similar accident. It had been used well beyond its means. Caimileir wished he could strangle the man. His current leg would constantly break down. Plus, the man had made him late for his date! Pandora was set to meet him. Then they'd be getting temporarily married in order to test a company's wares.
That thought made Caimileir shiver. Married to the buxom redhead was a fantasy come true. Sure, they'd hit a couple of bumps in the romantic road but it was nothing they couldn't work through. Detecting elevated heat signatures in lower body. Detecting Ego: Caimileir. No countermeasures are taken. There was that strange voice again too. It had a strange ability to keep interrupting at inopportune moments. Whatever. Caimileir looked down at his mechanic's outfit. A grimace stole across his face. It looked like he couldn't tidy up.
Caimileir hurried about closing down the shop. It caused a serious thought to hire an assistant or two. He'd been resisting such a move based off liking to be hands-on. However, with the ever-expanding clientele, he couldn't handcraft and do maintenance on every single piece. Otherwise, he'd be doing too many late shifts plus taking the extra twenty minutes to close the shop itself. Caimileir sighed as the final metal door locked into place. Time to run his ass off. Pandora could really chew him out for being this late.
Caimileir ran the entire way to the location the company had set up. Sweat streamed down his face. He swept a hand across it, trying to look at least slightly presentable. An aide tossed him a towel. "Clean yourself up, hot stuff, then book it over to the tailor mage. Better avoid the misses" Caimileir gulped as he dabbed his face. "Is Pandora mad?" The aide chuckled as she started away. She tossed one last comment over her shoulder. "I wasn't talking about her, cheesecake. The coordinator, Hydra, she's a real menace when her schedule is messed up." Caimileir paled. Two angry women? He didn't need that. The shark man scurried to find the tailor mage. Please let Pandora at least be understanding!
WC: 500
@Pandora Dagger
The smile rapidly slipped from his face. "Idiot" He muttered checking the clock on the wall. The man was a heavy construction mage. His original leg had been crushed in a related accident. Instead of ordering a stronger leg, the man had gotten one made of lesser materials. Thus, the leg had easily torn and broken during a similar accident. It had been used well beyond its means. Caimileir wished he could strangle the man. His current leg would constantly break down. Plus, the man had made him late for his date! Pandora was set to meet him. Then they'd be getting temporarily married in order to test a company's wares.
That thought made Caimileir shiver. Married to the buxom redhead was a fantasy come true. Sure, they'd hit a couple of bumps in the romantic road but it was nothing they couldn't work through. Detecting elevated heat signatures in lower body. Detecting Ego: Caimileir. No countermeasures are taken. There was that strange voice again too. It had a strange ability to keep interrupting at inopportune moments. Whatever. Caimileir looked down at his mechanic's outfit. A grimace stole across his face. It looked like he couldn't tidy up.
Caimileir hurried about closing down the shop. It caused a serious thought to hire an assistant or two. He'd been resisting such a move based off liking to be hands-on. However, with the ever-expanding clientele, he couldn't handcraft and do maintenance on every single piece. Otherwise, he'd be doing too many late shifts plus taking the extra twenty minutes to close the shop itself. Caimileir sighed as the final metal door locked into place. Time to run his ass off. Pandora could really chew him out for being this late.
Caimileir ran the entire way to the location the company had set up. Sweat streamed down his face. He swept a hand across it, trying to look at least slightly presentable. An aide tossed him a towel. "Clean yourself up, hot stuff, then book it over to the tailor mage. Better avoid the misses" Caimileir gulped as he dabbed his face. "Is Pandora mad?" The aide chuckled as she started away. She tossed one last comment over her shoulder. "I wasn't talking about her, cheesecake. The coordinator, Hydra, she's a real menace when her schedule is messed up." Caimileir paled. Two angry women? He didn't need that. The shark man scurried to find the tailor mage. Please let Pandora at least be understanding!
WC: 500
@Pandora Dagger