Post by Admin on Feb 10, 2016 22:34:48 GMT
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[attr="class","writing"]Mechanics that also advertised cybernetics were not common at all, which was why Isaiah was so intrigued at the sign outside of a recently opened mechanics. Going inside without needing repairs was an option but not one he was considering. Stepping into a shop like that without needing anything done might be considered shady, at best.
Sat in the warmth of his car he had circled the block three or four times in deliberation. Curious, but was he curious enough? Meeting a man proficient in cybernetics could prove useful. Not for him personally. Any damages caused to his own body he could repair himself, even without the function of his limbs.
He pulled up, and decided he would enter. With a need for a tinkerer. He took a deep breath, and got into character.
Approaching the door to the compound, arm in a sling, he shifted through what this obviously skilled individual might look and sound like. How should Isaiah approach him? With a deep breath he shouldered the door open, looking directly ahead of him with a smile on his face. "Ah, hello!" His voice trailed off, eyes lowering until he found the face of the mechanic
There was a minute of silence, Isaiah's face fixed with a look of confusion. He raised his good hand, mouth flapping as he tried to say something. "I'll uh...do that again."
He backed out of the door, graced himself with a few moments of silence, regaining his composure, trying not to laugh at how short the man sat inside was, before stepping back into the building with a 1000 watt grin. "Good afternoon! I busted my arm, can you take a look at it?"
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