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Ruukil woke on his bed. He had been slipping in and out of consciousness for the past few days. an operation on his arm had recently allowed him to gain a new cybernetic arm. Unfortunately he was still having problems doing the most basic things with it. He'd crushed the door handle on his door and was unable to exit. he had to wait until the next person came around and read the scribbled note on the floor outside the door. He sat moving his arm in common patterns. His mind still remembered the movements but the arm was still learning to work itself through the movements.
"Only the best...that seems to be a little double edged..."
There was no false skin covering the arm and in some parts it could be seen through. He smiled though. He now had some very useful parts in his arm, there was a small motor that he could attach certain tools to that he had figured out how to use. so far he'd figured out how to use some basic tools in conjunction with the motor and had successfully taken apart his rifle and placed it back together with awkward efficiency.
He looked up to the door as he heard some one approach...
"Only the best...that seems to be a little double edged..."
There was no false skin covering the arm and in some parts it could be seen through. He smiled though. He now had some very useful parts in his arm, there was a small motor that he could attach certain tools to that he had figured out how to use. so far he'd figured out how to use some basic tools in conjunction with the motor and had successfully taken apart his rifle and placed it back together with awkward efficiency.
He looked up to the door as he heard some one approach...