(Let's get it going then. :) Ah, don't worry about post length.)

Alright do you mind starting so I can get a feel of where we are?

The sun was just rising above the horizon, and the star was already scorching the earth despite being early morning. The mutated creatures of the night scurried back to their dens, the noise of the day time dwellers quickly replacing them. She could hear them now, the start of engines miles away, the roar of hovercrafts carrying for miles across the desert that had been Sydney at one point. Mountains of sand replaced the city, phantom shapes of degraded buildings jutting out of the dunes like a graveyard. Mercury stood outside for a moment, silver eyes squinted against the rising inferno. She had orders due tomorrow, orders that she had been slacking on. The parts they had given her to 'fix' were beyond repair, and there was nothing the mechanic hated more than building pieces by scratch.

Scowling, she ducks back into her home that doubled as a workshop. At one point in time it used to be a fully functioning shop of some sort, but now it was a crumbling shamble being held up by rope and half done welds. How this much of the frame withheld all these years, she didn't know, but she didn't dare question it. The little hut sits almost in the middle of nowhere, somewhere along the pre-Meltdown Sydney border, ghostly shadows of gang cities sticking out in the heated distance. Close enough to keep the business going, far enough away to stay out of gang related trouble. The sound of metal meeting metal soon joins the day time ruckus, a few sparks flying out of the cracks of the building before a misshapen wrench joins them... Followed by a stream of accented curses.

Clearly, it's not the mechanic's day.

The sun slowly climbed to its point in the sky sending the long visited moon back to the fading darkness. He had been up for ages it seemed though it was not clear just how long. Darim was sitting at the corner of a building carefully watching as people passed him. They were to meet here, but where was the other man? Stupid merchant was late, again. Yesterday he had not shown up at all and now he was yet again late. Darim was beginning to think he would never show that this had all just been a hopeless cause made to make him hope that someday he could again be normal. He lowered his head in sorrow the tip of the metal beak that was his own touching the back of his hand. So many times he had tried to pull the helm from his face and yet each time he only managed to hurt himself and not the metal. The hood he wore did little to hide the beak but managed to cover all of his managed body. In the heat of the day he suffered dearly for wearing the cloak but in the end it helped that no one could see the mess of his body. He readyed himself to leave when from the growing crowd came to old merchant in his way ward hobble. Darim's hopes raised when he saw the man, and deep inside he wanted to hug him though he reframed. "Did you find it?!" The man asked hopefully. The merchant nodded and held out a stained piece of paper. "There's the information you wanted, just tell her I sent you alright. Be warned she is one you will have to reason with. Take care son..." The merchant said before leaving just as he came. Darim waited till he was gone to open the folded paper finding a small sum of cash and the address to the mechanics home. "Finally, maybe I will be normal..." He pocketed the paper and started out of the town towards the 'abandoned' building that sat in the middle of the desert. It took a good hour of walking in the blinding heat, but he made it to the ruined building. There were sparks coming from the cracks in the walls of the home, and curses tumbling through the air. Darim hesitated before knocking on the wall. "Hello? Is this Mercry's shop?"

The noise all but stops shortly after the man knocks, a few moments of silence following. She doesn't recognize the voice, and that's all she needs to be put on edge. New people could mean business, or could mean trouble... "It might be..." she calls, flesh hand closing around another wrench she had nearby. "That all depends on who's askin'." There's the sound of shuffling before she moves towards the wall, not quite moving close enough to look out or to be seen. She tries to make out the shape based on the shadows she could see, but she couldn't tell who or what was standing outside of her home.

"Who are ya, what do ya want, and who sent ya?"

"The merchant La'Ahad he sent me, he said you could help me." Darim stepped through a hole in the wall and lowers his hood before holding out the paper. "He told me to give you this. My name is Buddy. Please I was told you could help me...." He undid the cloak and let it fall to the ground reviling the monster he was. "Please you're the last person that can help."

La'Ahad... Crazy old man. she muses, form relaxing ever so slightly. She's tensed up like a statue a second later as the man steps into the room, eyes narrowing at the mask as she backs up a few steps, charred knuckles turning white under the dirt and oil from how tight she was clenching the wrench. Mercury makes no moves to take the paper, watching as the cloak reveals...just whatever this poor soul. Part of her isn't phased, she's seen far more monstrous things in the Outback, but none were ever sentient enough for speech. She looks him over once, twice, before hesitantly reaching out with her robotic limb to take the paper from him. "And... and just how exactly am I t' help you..?" she asks, looking between him and the parchment as she looked over it.

His hand drew back as he suddenly felt uncomfortable. Why was he even here? There was no way she could help him, not even if she did have the parts. "I-I was hoping that you could make...make..." He fell silent for a moment before looking away his only human arm, which was covered in a variety of strange tattoos and brands not to mention scars, grasping his fur covered one. "Make a pair of robotic limbs." Darim said suddenly spitting each of the words out. "I have money, I'm willing to pay." He posed looking back at her his emerald eyes pleading for her help. "Maybe them people-people will respect me more. Please I don't have long before they find I've come here...." He said looking back before pulling on his cloak again. "Can you do it?"

She regards his words for moment, looking at her own robotic limb instead of his eyes, unable to meet his gaze. Inside, she's cursing the unsteady pulse of her heart, cursing how soft she was when desperation in others arose. But people were after him, how long would it be until these people found him? Mercury sighs, shaking her head before finally returning the man's gaze.

"I'm gonna regret this, I just know it..." she mutters, folding the paper and putting it in her pocket. "Look, I'm gonna give it to you straight. I can make the limbs, but I can't promise I'll be able to put them on. I'm a mechanic, not a surgeon..." She's walking away now, still talking, motioning for Darim to follow her. "That and I have an engine to repair before tomorrow otherwise I'm probably gonna get another fake limb. How much time do you have before 'they' find you?"

Last he checked they were a few days off but there was no telling now. "I have a few days at the most..." Darim said following her slowly. "You're a mechanic right? Do you think you can take this mask off me? I don't have the tools to do it with, but you might..." He asked the least bit hopeful. She was the only one to give him hope this far, maybe she would be able to help him. He smiled some at the thought. The bracelet on his left hand jingled some as it fell, reminding him of the life before and putting an end to the smile.