ManatheArcane

    "And just where do you think you're going?"    The young artist turned and smiled when she saw her grandest creation standing before her. Lazarus, the engineer class machina. He approached her, his metal nose brushing against    her neck, a sweet gesture even for a machine as massive as he was. She did not hesitate to throw her arms around his thick neck as best as she could, soaking up that the heat that    he radiated, though that acted a reminder he need his coolant system installed to prevent internal damages from overheating.    "I'm saying goodbye."    "To what, little artist?"    "Everything. Every little piece of unfinis