Inside the Room and Mind of Fraulein Fennix - RP post for metody_green
Bella's almighty claimed sideroom is one of the larger ones.
It is so, for a reason. Various mechanical objects and devices litter the room in parts, and in various states of completion, and off to one side is the start of a new portal generator. Bella's managed to clean off most of the black soot from where the first one exploded.
One might notice her sheets from her bed hanging outside her window for that same reason, as well as her more beat up clothing.
This is not, however, what she's doing currently.
As life is never dull for the average Spark (combined with, perhaps, a certain subset of Luck), Bella has a predicament.
"Look, I'll give you the wrench for it, how about that?"
Ding. Ding.
Ding the scorpionish-crab-clank is sitting on Bella's workbench, just out of reach, and he's carrying one of her left boots (Yes, she has more than one, the heeled one to go with the dress for that dance comes to mind). And Ding is holding it up triumphantly in all three claws, both arms and the tail. Having the beaming (n) expression. Ding!
"Then what do you want to trade for it?" Apparently, Bella's grown tired of chasing the Clank around for the boot. That little guy's fast when he needs to be.
Of course, into this comes another factor....
It is so, for a reason. Various mechanical objects and devices litter the room in parts, and in various states of completion, and off to one side is the start of a new portal generator. Bella's managed to clean off most of the black soot from where the first one exploded.
One might notice her sheets from her bed hanging outside her window for that same reason, as well as her more beat up clothing.
This is not, however, what she's doing currently.
As life is never dull for the average Spark (combined with, perhaps, a certain subset of Luck), Bella has a predicament.
"Look, I'll give you the wrench for it, how about that?"
Ding. Ding.
Ding the scorpionish-crab-clank is sitting on Bella's workbench, just out of reach, and he's carrying one of her left boots (Yes, she has more than one, the heeled one to go with the dress for that dance comes to mind). And Ding is holding it up triumphantly in all three claws, both arms and the tail. Having the beaming (n) expression. Ding!
"Then what do you want to trade for it?" Apparently, Bella's grown tired of chasing the Clank around for the boot. That little guy's fast when he needs to be.
Of course, into this comes another factor....