Thread: Vertigo & Forge Who: Vertigo & Forge When: Morning, Thursday, September 11 Where: The LAIR! What: Vertigo's gone without her bionic hand ever since she accidentally got it stuck in the dishwasher and it went through a cycle and broke. Forge has offered to help her, so she's going to see him. He's not her true love (Tessa!) but he'll do.
Well, really, she had to do something about this if Sinister was going to put her on the job. It was bad enough that she lost her robot-nerd niche market on her website and was back to catering to amputees. She hated that. It was humiliating. She hated being an amputee. Whether she had the hand or not, that was what she was. Handicapped, forever damaged. It was disgusting. Remy Lebeau was a real son of a bitch for what he did to her. She might give him some bumps and bruises along the way, but blasting off her hand? Fuck this. Fuck him! Fuck him right in the ear!
She navigated her way through the Lair, keeping her right ... stump ... hidden in a pocket of her well-worn hooded sweatshirt. She had a tote bag slung over her shoulder, and inside of it was her busted up prosthetic and all of its harnesses. This was the third or fourth time she'd busted it. She really needed to take better care of it. She couldn't always help it happening in battle, but stupid accidents? Not cool. She was just clumsy with it and she shouldn't have been.
"Uh... hello?" She called out. "Uh, hey, I'm looking for a dude named Forge who said he'd help me out..."