[The wards around the town were looking well today, though Mika made certain to double-check Jezebel's machinations and automatons just like the woman had showed her how. They hummed and chortled and blew oddly fragrant steam, their filigree hiding all the protective inscriptions that Jezebel and Mika had carved into them themselves. Rift was pleasantly quiet today, the town sleepy in the afternoon sun, the train station in a lull between arrivals and departures while it was still far too early for the saloon to be in full swing.
Mika took a moment to ease herself into a chair on the general store's porch, unhooking a wrench from her tool belt and setting to work on the metal and embellished leather harness that kept her right leg from limping. Well, usually it did. Today she'd found the knee-joint sticking and making her stumble, grumbling to herself as she had to adjust the straps around her shoe and noticed how it was rubbing her ruffled spats. She would definitely have to talk to Jezebel about that.
After several arduous minutes it became clear that she was simply not going to be able to fix it herself with the tools she had to hand. Jezebel had designed the mechanisms in the framework to allow her to walk smoothly as if she hadn't been lame at all, while still giving her exercise to strengthen the bad limb. Which meant that outside of the simpler maintenance like she'd done with the ankle, Mika required a more mechanically-trained eye to help her with it. The knee joint looked as if it was jammed somehow, grit and dirty grease had probably gotten it stuck, and she raised her wrench to give it a solid whack to loosen it out of pure frustration.]
Rex Marksley ...oh nuts now it's stuck in my head
Mika took a moment to ease herself into a chair on the general store's porch, unhooking a wrench from her tool belt and setting to work on the metal and embellished leather harness that kept her right leg from limping. Well, usually it did. Today she'd found the knee-joint sticking and making her stumble, grumbling to herself as she had to adjust the straps around her shoe and noticed how it was rubbing her ruffled spats. She would definitely have to talk to Jezebel about that.
After several arduous minutes it became clear that she was simply not going to be able to fix it herself with the tools she had to hand. Jezebel had designed the mechanisms in the framework to allow her to walk smoothly as if she hadn't been lame at all, while still giving her exercise to strengthen the bad limb. Which meant that outside of the simpler maintenance like she'd done with the ankle, Mika required a more mechanically-trained eye to help her with it. The knee joint looked as if it was jammed somehow, grit and dirty grease had probably gotten it stuck, and she raised her wrench to give it a solid whack to loosen it out of pure frustration.]