<strong>Character:</strong>Helena Vogel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=311812.msg15116297#msg15116297)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rush Valley<br/><strong>Player:</strong>Crensler<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"When was the last time you brought this in for maintenance?"  The automail mechanic asked in a disgruntled tone, causing Helena to roll her eyes as he looked over her prosthesis.  "Cracked housing, burnt out wiring... what did you do, shove it into a wall socket or something?"<br/><br/>"Just tell me you can fix it," the mercenary said, getting annoyed with him at this point.  The tech-head let out a huff, chewing on a mouthful of tobacco as he thought it over.  "Well?"<br/><br/>"Not gonna be cheap," he informed her, causing her to sigh, her lone eye wandering away from him as she caught a glimpse of a man performing alchemy.  Seemed he was making ice cones for the local kiddies.  How cute.  "But yeah, I can fix it.  You got the money for it?"<br/><br/>"I have the cash, don't worry," Helena assured the mechanic.  "Just hurry up and get it over with."<br/><br/>"Alright, disconnecting the nerves..."  She braced herself, gritting her teeth for the pain to come.  "...now."  With a rush of pain like someone had set a burning brand to her shoulder socket, the nerves plugged into the automail were disconnected and her arm removed, the ex-soldier having to fight not to shout in agony as a result.  "Come back in a couple days and I'll have it ready for ya."<br/><br/>"Thanks," Helena grunted, sweating a bit now from the strain the pain had inflicted on her.<br/><br/>"My pleasure."