Post by Echo on Aug 19, 2014 6:25:01 GMT -8
A low pitched vibration played on several frequencies as they had walked throughout the city. The maintenance area in particular mimicked a rumble at a more consistent pace, each piece that the god retrieved for reuse on Zealous sang its own metallic choir. As Echo wrapped a giant hand around a chunk of steel, he mentioned to Yuku,"I am Nameless. My city is me, and I am my city. Jakyb, sweet Jakyb, would have it no other way...but even Time rusts and corrodes that which was once well fastened. Absolute. Therefore, I build, repair, and demolish. I evolve". The rogue probably hadn't asked for a mini lecture, but the god of science was only trying to create possible conversations.
Turning his attention to Zealous, he let his free hand press against her small form,"Commencing repair procedure. Default benchmarks exceed expectations in several areas; however, the body is compromised", he mumbled to himself as the feline's form was cut open. Nimble fingers worked, shattering the ribcage on one end to pull out the oily lung, the greasy substance splattering over the god's upper arm; a new mechanical breathing device had taken the place of the real lung, the geared heart replaced, and the ribs were capped with bronze tubing so as to not pierce the outer living flesh; all of this was installed within a fraction of a second--but the agony felt would still register with even the most pain tolerant. The god toiled with the remainder of Zealous' imperfections, stabilizing the dysfunctional limb with a thick band of steel over the fracture sites.
Finally completed with his work, he cauterized the incisions he had made and made quick work of stitching his little anomaly back up. "Full functions restored", he stated,"Do try to be more careful, Zealous". Echo gave her a little motioning with his oil drenched hand that meant she could go about the city as she wanted to again, half expecting to leave him for her new friend--not openly admitting it, but he felt something about it. Was it isolation? The rhythm of the city changed to match this short lasting emotion, throwing the Pattern off course, only to get back on track again.
Turning his attention to Zealous, he let his free hand press against her small form,"Commencing repair procedure. Default benchmarks exceed expectations in several areas; however, the body is compromised", he mumbled to himself as the feline's form was cut open. Nimble fingers worked, shattering the ribcage on one end to pull out the oily lung, the greasy substance splattering over the god's upper arm; a new mechanical breathing device had taken the place of the real lung, the geared heart replaced, and the ribs were capped with bronze tubing so as to not pierce the outer living flesh; all of this was installed within a fraction of a second--but the agony felt would still register with even the most pain tolerant. The god toiled with the remainder of Zealous' imperfections, stabilizing the dysfunctional limb with a thick band of steel over the fracture sites.
Finally completed with his work, he cauterized the incisions he had made and made quick work of stitching his little anomaly back up. "Full functions restored", he stated,"Do try to be more careful, Zealous". Echo gave her a little motioning with his oil drenched hand that meant she could go about the city as she wanted to again, half expecting to leave him for her new friend--not openly admitting it, but he felt something about it. Was it isolation? The rhythm of the city changed to match this short lasting emotion, throwing the Pattern off course, only to get back on track again.