Isla
"Curiosity," Isla admits, her voice quiet and soft as she peels away the flesh to reveal the mechanisms beneath; bone coated in a sheen of quicksilver, cabling and fluid and other workings that she's only vaguely familiar with, at present. "Everything I have done seems to be in the name of curiosity. I don't regret it for a moment, though." Gathering her tools, she leans in closer, her eyes flashing a bit as she engages her optical upgrade.
Smirking a bit as she starts to make incisions and to release the arm from its socket, she glances briefly up at Cal. "A new one?" she asks. "Yes, I imagine she could do something with it at least. And if not, there is something of a graveyard out in the Hollowed Grounds, filled with various Ascended parts. We could give it a proper send-off there, if you change your mind about the party trick."
Smirking a bit as she starts to make incisions and to release the arm from its socket, she glances briefly up at Cal. "A new one?" she asks. "Yes, I imagine she could do something with it at least. And if not, there is something of a graveyard out in the Hollowed Grounds, filled with various Ascended parts. We could give it a proper send-off there, if you change your mind about the party trick."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
