a. z. fell
She/Her
30
December 21st
Fortree, Hoenn
Bisexual
Surviving
Civillian
i'm just a demon who goes along with hell as far as she can.
Handy-Capable
POSTED ON May 4, 2024 15:34:29 GMT
[attr="class","samcam"] Fell’s Custom Orthotics & Prosthetics ran out of a smallish warehouse-type building tucked away in a poorer part of Ever Grande. Not that there were any poor parts of Ever Grande, mind. Just like her house (respectable, with a view, but dogshit compared to the neighbors), her official workfront was more rundown than other businesses in the area. Long stretches of highway with little in between ran along the sea, and this is where her shop was perched. The lobby was small and sterile-white, with a little sitting space like a doctor’s office and a table scattered with magazines; it smelled clean, metallic, with just a hint of motor oil. The OPEN sign blazed neon-green in the tinted front windows. A door behind the counter had a passcode lock; a Medicham sat cross-legged on the reception desk, and cracked one eye open when Razz walked in. He cocked his head at the human, blinking, stuck one finger up in the air, and then jabbed it down, pressing a button and causing a loud beep to echo throughout the building. She’d been working on some gyroscopic internals for her new leg in between working shifts for freya morningstar, and had moved the more finalized prototypes to her Outward Facing shop. She didn’t mind people seeing this part of her work, and there were-- obviously-- no organs, stolen or otherwise, on display. Nothing but shelves of components and diagrams, some laser-cutting tools, a welding station, and haphazard array of computers. She wiped grease off on her jeans and headed to the front, pulling the velcro on the wrists of her gloves as she typed in the passcode and the pneumatic doorlocks hissed open. She walked into her lobby to see a dark-haired individual standing on the other side of her reception desk, semi-occluded by her Medicham. “Hey, welcome in,” she rubbed at an errant grease-stain on her forearm with one thumb, then looked up, smiling. This portion of her business was new. She may have forgotten to put by appointment only on the website. Oh well, didn’t matter. “What can I do for ya?” [newclass=.samcam] [/newclass][newclass=.samcam b] color: #d49736; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam i] color: #d49736; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: dashed 1px #d49736; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam a] text-transform:uppercase!important;font:800 15px Poppins!important; [/newclass]
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