Sifen watched Braska disappear from his view and sighed. He was in too deep to dig out and he'd rather be buried alive at the moment as opposed to seeing who was waiting for him on the surface. He pushed through the crowd, people made room for him now that he was very obviously missing an arm and trying to push something, people felt bad but not bad enough to help it seemed. He made it to the shop, but the man wasn't there, just a sign on the door written in Al Bhed detailing where the keys were and where Sifen should put the money. That man put some joy into Sifen's life, trusting him not only to pay but to hold the key to his business. Sifen wouldn't mess up twice in one day, that was for certain.

he pushed the chair off into a corner of the workshop, it wasn't gonna take too long to fix and he needed more time for his new project first. He had a basic understanding of a lot of different types of Al Bhed tech, and recalled a man named [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/2767099]Raphael Siegfried[/url], who went by the name Raven at the time, asking for a custom order from one of his many mentors. He had helped build a machina prosthetic that also had the ability to be weaponized in multiple ways. However the ways Sifen had planned for weren't the same as this Raven man had wanted. He searched the shop for a multitude of vices, files, drills, saws and sandpaper. A few wires and some scrap metal and he was set.
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Sifen, using the vices as a second hand and the various tools, had managed to make a functional arm. He had a bit of help from a stranger who wandered in at the three hour mark, but he was just dropping off some supplies and didn't do anything other help map out nerves and veins in his arm that he couldn't do without a mirror. The worst part of the whole thing was wiring the thing into his arm, it hurt more than anything but once the connections were made they felt good as new. Sure, he couldn't feel with his new left hand, but he could store more bullets and other things in it's hidden compartments. He even had plans for some weapons he could build into it, but he didn't want to spend all his time on that and forget the chair. Ok, he really did want to, but he couldn't do it from an honor standpoint.

And so he did some tests and it worked perfectly after the last few tweaks he made to it. He felt almost whole again. He tested out carrying heavier things and he still relied on muscles in his upper arm and shoulder for that so he wasn't any stronger, but he could take hits with it he couldn't before. It'd take a lot more to cut this one off. With that done, he moved to the chair. This mysterious floating chair. The crystals on the bottom seemed dimmer for some reason, but Sifen was already fairly tired and was sure Nai could deal with it.

He attempted putting the chair on it's side far too many times before giving up and sliding underneath it. He separated the piece holding the crystals from the chair and let that just sit in the corner hovering more... wildly than before, it must have been used to the chair's weight and was now adjusting for the lack of it as it danced on the ceiling. Machina could've adjusted by then but magic must have been different. He scoffed at it. What a useless thing magic was. He pulled out all the parts int he chair and put the shell over by a wall and got to work on the rest of it.

The engine was gutted and rebuilt, cleaned and greased. Something it looked like nobody had done in a while. The hum he heard when he first encountered it was substantially lower, but the rest of the pieces needed work and a new power source was needed for sure. it seemed that the magic was what did it before but Sifen couldn't have that nonono! He walked over to the crystals and put them on the table before him and stared at them. He poked them and even tried to chip a piece off with a screwdriver and a hammer but nothing happened. He hooked a few wires up to his arm  and felt a surge of energy go through it, a new energy he had never felt before and he immediately felt sick. He had no idea but that was the first time Mana had ever moved through his body and it was a worse feeling than any he had felt before. He was light headed and dropped plopped his metal hand on the table and began dry heaving almost immediately. He ripped the wires off of his arm and staggered back, wiping sweat from his forehead. He noticed he had ripped a crystal out and flung it across the room, bouncing off a saw blade and hitting concrete hard twice after bouncing off of a wall. Sure enough it was undamaged and a new challenge presented itself. He used a shovel and a pair of grips to put the crystal back in place and managed a little tweaking in to make the crystals not fall out again, not that they did before Sifen got to them, but he fixed it so that it wouldn't happen should he need to check it out again.

11 hours and 45 minutes had passed and Sifen was finished, or so he thought. He had to test it and hopped into the chair, which instantly adjusted to his weight. He turned the thing on and it was much quieter (although most people probably wouldn't notice. It was a very well made machine and was quiet to begin with.). He pushed forward and the device moved. He continued running speed tests and at the exact 12 hour mark since he had received the chair he got the idea to make an overclock function to make it go faster when the chair just dropped. Everything inside was running fine but it just wouldn't float. He looked and the crystals were no longer bright, they were near black and had a much less saturated color. He clicked the whole chair off and the owner of the shop was approaching. His time was up and he had no more money so he hurried out the back before the man would notice he stayed a few extra minutes.