And awake with a bang. (no not that kind!)

It's damn chilly this morning; stupid wings, keeping me from wearing normal shirts...

I continue to go over our supplies out of boredom, with no one to speak too at the moment. Bell is catching up with Ariel, Cilla is out re-supplying at the local Runacathy, Gabriella was last seen spouting her gospel to the street, Scott was adjusting the 'wing-accessibility' of those same shirts I needed, Zana was still recovering, and Ashes...

"Hey Monster! I need your help over here."

Something to do? Good, the boredom was almost as draining as Bell last night... my legs are still tingling.

I follow the Mohun Artisan over to the room she had been staying in at the church. The room itself was a mess, with random bits and bobbles thrown about seemingly at random; a table sitting across from the bed being the only thing to have some semblance of order to it. On the table were neatly lined up parts of varying sizes, bronze-ish metal plating, and a few select tools.

"I just need you to hold this down while I tighten this screw and do... other stuff. Okay?" She says, wiping a mixture of sweat and grease from her forehead.

Seeing the large, thick bronze tube she was pointing to, I follow her instructions, pressing down firmly on the metal.

"Perfect! Now don't talk, wiggle, or breath. I don't want this one to blow up too..."

"What?!"

"Shhh!"

I hear the sound of a screw being tightened; as well as a few words spoken by Ashes, as her eyes glow with the green hue of Necromacy.

"Affixed to life, from ****."

"Given wrath, like dragon's breath."

"For my cursed friend."

"A helping hand, I lend."

"Hold your fire, then release."

"My Masterpiece."

Her incantation finished, I see her necrotic power seep into the metal objects on the table. The parts begin to move as Ashes moves my hand from the large tube, and we both watch as the structure assembles itself. As each piece slides into place, I begin to see what Ashes had been working on.

A prosthetic arm.

"Woo! Hey, could you 'hand' me that?" Asks Ashes, her voice shaking alongside her body as she points to a Soul Sedative sitting as a paper weight for a blueprint, over by her bed.

I hand her the tonic. "So... that's for Zana."

"What? Naaah, I was gonna chop my arm off and use this instead. Of course its for her, dumbie." She looks over the metal arm, grabbing a bit of cloth and what I assume to be polish. "It needs to be perfect..."

"Is it a gun?" I ask, jokingly.

...

Ashes blushes, turning away. "... you were holding the barrel in place..."

Stifling a sudden urge to burst into a fit of laughter; I instead make my way to the exit. "Then its perfect..."