[CLOSED] Now I know I got to play my hand. What the winner don't know, a gambler understands.

[beatupgrass]

Who: Rocket (beatupgrass) & various others
What: A series of closed prompts for stuff Rocket is up to this month.
When: From September 1st to September 13th
Where: Various places.
Warning(s): Some vaguely alluded to cybernetic surgery. Will update as needed



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Comments

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket removes a metal arm that has been covered in some some sort malleable plastic that resembles flesh, even if it doesn't quite match Sesshoumaru's skintone. It's better than just having a random metal arm and gives it a nice layer of protection.

Also it has a red stripe. Because aesthetic... or Rocket remembers dumb details when he's drunk.]

Eh. It's stronger and more durable than a fleshy one. I couldn't go in for anything real fancy, but if you get in the market for an upgrade, at least I got a base model.

[antipathic]

[ sesshomaru isn't picky. he's tried several arms, demonic or otherwise, and they've varied in terms of shape and size. unfortunately, none of them ever worked for long.

it's interesting to him that he'd keep the stripe there, though, effectively matching the one on his other arm. ]

This is impressive work. [ even he has to admit that... ]

[beatupgrass]

You're welcome. [Rocket climbs up on a stool so he can be at shoulder level.] Next time you're in a barfight and you punch someone into the next building over, just remember that, even drunk off his ass, Rocket keeps his promises.

[a beat, as he lines up the metal arm with the stub to make sure everything will go properly, completely unaware that... Sesshoumaru's weird demonic arm fusion energy is probably gonna make this surgery part pointless.] ...If that promise benefits me in some way. So tell your friends.

[And also tell them that they all will be in his debt forever.]

[antipathic]

I have no... friends.

[ but he supposes that rocket is on par with that now. and maybe a few others not with mentioning, but don't worry. ]

However, I will keep your assistance in mind. If this works, then you'll have made an ally of me.

[ he'll protect him... even though rocket doesn't seem like someone that needs saving if he's capable of such weaponry. but as soon as the metal is lined up with the severed part of his arm, it's as though his body absorbs, assimilating with it.

sesshomaru hisses; the pain is excruciating, but it doesn't make him lose his cool. ]

[beatupgrass]

Yeah, they're overrated, anyway. [HAHAHA FRIENDS. WHAT FRIENDS. ROCKET DOESN'T HAVE ANY FRIENDS EITHER. WHO NEEDS THOSE, AMIRITE?

Ahem.] But I could always use allies [that I've basically manipulated through services rendered into trusting me].

[He might be on the way to say something else, but the second he's starting to calculate how best to connect metal to flesh, he's treated to... that. He makes a noise and stumbled off the chair, hitting the floor with enough force to probably wind a normal animal. He skitters to his feet and stares, wide-eyed.]

The fuck is- shit. That's never happened before.

[It seems to have... actually done what it needed to do, but that doesn't change the fact that his body sort of just

absorbed

a cybernetic arm.]