Emogene
"Home at last are we?"
*Horace mumbles to himself as the vision of his land comes into view. A towering building of lumber and paint, the words "Club Caranaro" Splayed across a sign in various languages. The elf is dropped off at the front by something of a taxi service, the cart wheeled off soon after to it's next customer.*

*The thief gives a gentle huff, rubbing his wounded arm, sore from the ride. He walks around the back of the building, through an alleyway and to the back entrance. He reaches into his pocket, fiddling with a key and unlocking the thing before swinging open the door.*

*Upon which the aroma of sizzling meats, boiled vegetables, and a menagerie of spice fly into his face. He smirks gently, remarking to himself about how busy this place must have been in his absence. He steps through, greeting his employees and the like as he heads up the stairs and down a hall. Stopping just before he reached his room at the end of the hall, glancing to a guest's room just beside it. He knocks twice, be fore reaching for the door handle.*
"Diao? You home?"
Ryan
*The sound of small metallic pieces going against each other could be heard through the door. Diao was incredibly focused, hunkered over a device. This device, of course, was her metallic arm. She currently had a thinner arm in its place as well as another one over her right shoulder, holding small tools like screwdrivers and tweezers. Glasses adorned her eyes, which she typically didn't wear, but it helped zoom in on the small details. The bronze and steel held an incredible amount of artwork in it, both sturdy and decorative; numerous gears and pulleys helped to control the joints. The forearm and hand were partially disassembled; a scythe-like blade was connected by two extending branches from the forearm, and what seemed to be just a piece of metal with a spike was placed where the knuckles usually were.*

*She would be completely oblivious to Horace, taking a small sip of an herbal tea next to her. Horace could probably walk right up to her without her noticing.*
Emogene
*The elf enters, curious about what the girl seemed so fixated on. Gently sliding the door closed behind him as he slinked up behind her. At first, merely peeking over her shoulder at what she was doing. Glancing over the work of metal, not completely understanding what was happening with it.*

*As time passes though, the elf grows bored. Deciding to play something of a prank on the woman. He reaches up his good hand, placing it on her shoulder and speaking quietly before she could respond.*
"Hello~"
Ryan
*Ever closer and closer the elf Horace sneaks, until he's directly behind her. It takes a while for her to realize that someone's behind her, and only after Horace says hello does she react. She jumps from her chair, and the sudden reaction causes the scythe blade to be sent flying across the room, now completely disconnected. The wooden wall has now a forearm sized blade stuck in it.*

"HOLY FUCK!"

*Diao quickly looked towards her tea, then slowly to the person behind her.*

"Oh, Horace. Jeez, you could have cost me quite a bit."

*The artificer takes another sip of the tea, standing up and taking a look at the metal blade now inside the wall.*

"What brings you here?"
Eileen
I didn't get the ping lol
Maureen
*The elf blinks blankly as the blade is flung across the room and embeds itself in his wall. Well then. Can't say what he expected. The thief looks back to Diao, smiling lightly at her.*
"Sorry sorry. Working on that arm of yours?"

*He looks back to the blade, approaching it and attempting to wrench it from the wall. A great deal of difficulty, considering his_ arm.*

"What? Can't I drop by to say Hi? I've been gone awhile after all."