==> NI: Be the Heiress [Bel]

[isixis]

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He sure was insistent on it. Isixis stared at him quite intently for a long time, raising her blood-covered fingers to her mouth and chewing on the tips absently as she thought. He was her champion and she couldn't just let him run away. But then he did assure her that he would be back. If he didn't come back there was also a good chance his arms would break down, as she was the only one capable of servicing them.

She hesitated for a moment then shrugged. "1 guess hav1ng a champ10n 1s n0 g00d 1f he d0esn't g0 0ut and pr0ve h1s greatness," she said dismissively, then walked over to a panel on the wall. Her fingers left rusty smears of blood on the keypad as she hit a command and the door hissed open. It sealed tight to prevent the greenbloods from escaping, and only she had the password. Her lab doubled as a confinement chamber.

"There's a submar1ne d0ck 1 use f0r certa1n de11ver1es. Y0ur sec0nd 1eft, d0wn the 1eft sta1rcase f0r three f100rs, then d0wn the ha11way and up the sta1rcase at the end 0f that." She paused for a moment to consider. "Then y0u turn r1ght, take y0ur sec0nd 1eft, then y0ur f1rst r1ght, d0wn the sta1rcase and 1t'11 be the 1arge d00r at the end 0f the center ha11way."

There was one more issue to take care of. "Bef0re y0u g0 d0 y0u want me t0 react1vate fee11ng 1n y0ur arms, 0r w0u1d y0u rather they rema1n the way they are?"

[al]

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"Mn. Yeah, I think that would be a good idea," he said, "I hate to even ask, but what all can these things do?"

At least if he had feeling back in them he could pretend they weren't made of metal. Maybe he could make flesh colored sleeves or something. Or start wearing coats again.