Another snap... One more to go. She has to angle the saw now, turning it to get to the last weld, hoping the the cell in the saw would last long enough to finish the gory job. Blood has joined the shower of sparks, a grimace now working it's way across the woman's face as both bounce and stick to both of them. "This is probably going to fall when that weld snaps, watch yourself." She figures he already knows that, but she figures it wouldn't hurt to tell him anyways.

It popped again. The weight had been lifted, it was gone. The metal mask hit the ground in a rhythm of clanks, which was music to Darims ears. It was gone, at last it was gone. He longed to look at his own face again yet at the same time he was afraid to. Slowly he pulled a pocket mirror, his mother's, from his pocket and looked at his face. The top of his head was smooth with a bit of hair growing on it though nothing like he had had before. It was darker than he remembered though at this point he didn't care. And his face. It was just as he remembered through the dirt and grime. He looked past the blood, past the pain. He was nearly human again. Tears stung his eyes as he began to cry. Every fiber in his being wanted to hug the woman yet he could find no strength to do so. He sit there in silence as tears and blood seeped down his face.

She steps back as the mask falls, quickly turning off the saw as she does. Silver eyes look at the man's face, and part of her is relieved to see that there actually was a human face underneath the metal. There's a smile ghosting her face now as she turns, looking around for something to clean Darim's face. "There's not as much damage as I thought there'd be." she says quietly, bringing over a dingy shirt, gently putting her non-robotic hand on his shoulder. "This is for your head."

With shaking hands he took the cloth. "A thousand thanks." He said before hugging her. It was a long drawn out hug and not to mention awkward. Darim let go suddenly his face red. "If this is all you can do I'm still thankful." He said looking away. "It's more than anyone has done for me this far."

She tenses when he hugs her, eyes wide, and face equally as red as the man in front of her when he finally let go. "Uh... Ahem, yeah... You're welcome... I guess more people should help out more, eh?" She pats his shoulder before scratching the back of her neck. "I can get to work on your limbs, but I won't be able to get to them today."

"It's fine, take your time." Darim said with a light smile. He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit of his. "Is there any way I can help? I hate to have bothered you like that."

"I'd rather you bother me with that. Better than other times I've been interrupted." She's moving back to her tools now, setting down the saw, not bothering to clean it or herself off right yet. There was still work to be done... "Can you make pistons and anti-grav panels from scratch? Cause that's gonna be the best way to help me with this piece of ******e I gotta fix."

Darim shook his head. "I can hand you tools." He suggested, though he was sure he could help out a bit more than that. "I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to mechanical work."

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-Name:Phoenix
-Nickname: (Go by something other than your name?) if you call her anything else be prepared to get punched
-Gender: Female
-Age: (Try to be reasonable here. A five year old might have trouble surviving without an adult) 25
-Sexuality: Bisexual
-Personality: She is easily angered but loves to help the underdogs, She beleives that everything deserves a chance but doesn't respond well to betrayal. She becomes deathly calm and attentive in dire situations
-Appearance: (Pictures are allowed)

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She has a loyal dog named Levi

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-Background: (Were you around before the Meltdown?) before the meltdown she was 5 when the meltdown began her parents were ready to give their life for her, and they did. They had taught her a bunch of survival techniques like what plants you can eat, How to hunt. when she was 19 a gang planted a bomb at their front door. When the door opened her parents recognized the sound and acted as her human sheilds. The last thing they said before the explosion was "we'll always love you." She buried her parents mangled bodies, and left their sacrifice left her without any scars just a few burns and scratches but they eventually healed. when she was 23 she found a basement and now lives their. it's so well hidden that even Phoenix who knows it's location can sometimes have a hard time finding it and the house that went with it is know non existent. When she found the basement she found an almost dead German Shepard puppy and eventually nursed it back to health. The German Shepard is named Levi and is much larger than normal his head is around her shoulder height and Phoenix uses him almost like a mule.
-Skills: (What kind of skills have you acquired out in the Wastes?)
Knows how to hunt, heal, scavenge, and is good at fighting with her fists
-Other: (Got anything that makes you tick?)
Phoenix enjoys being with Levi and likes to try and make new types of "medicines" and "poisons" that she could use in case of emergencies. She also likes to expand her basement with a pickaxe. She also trades in some of the towns she charges based on how well off you are, if your on the verge of dying she might give you some food for free, If you have stuff to spare you'll need to pay up. She also believes that money is useless and will never trade anything for it.