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[Aggie Se'Leraun]

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She was a crafter in her own right, she had become experienced to a degree with fleshcraft. Her true love hinged upon bloodwork which closely coincided with the flesh. Her eyes zoomed in on the tiny vessels, these pain receptors, and began to hook each nerve-ending into place. It took hours of long laborous work, she could try a spell to bind them but there were some things left to the efficiency of hands...

When she worked it demanded perfection, and the man on the table before her faded away. The sounds of the lab distant, she was lost to her task as always. She loved this, it was her calling, and always had been. Mixing the proper amount of magic with skill, she was convinced his arm would be perfection...it had best be. She shivered upon that thought and moved faster now binding and looping each into place the gentle rythmic sound of each popping into form swelling with blood as she released the blood flow bit by bit. And then it was complete and all that was left was to seal the top layer of skin letting the natural regeneration of a vampire take shape and finish the job for her.

Why had Jon placed a mechanical arm within this fleshcraft was a good question. She could have fashioned him a new one in entirety but she suspected he felt the other arm had failed him, his anger at Myrddin ab'Arawn was almost palpable at times, the day each paid a price in battle resounding in her head. Jon could not have attached to his person, anything less than perfection and so a mechanical arm to this technomancer was far more reliable. For he had constructed it and not left it up to the obvious weaknesses of nature..

She wondered how long before the man himself was much like many of his own constructs, a soul captured within a metal frame. A clock work organism born and filled with life...

Aggies task complete and her master having spent hours in countless torture she bade Jon Strathmore take in blood and rest for at least a day, counseling him on his quick regeneration saving him from weeks of healing. She had to admit she did enjoy these parts of her servitude, and ran a tired hand thru her dark red hair.

Now to set out upon her next task....