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Susan Sto Helit / Discworld (ms_susan) wrote in silverage,

Susan sighed, then put on the Aspect she used when she had substituted for her grandfather. Susan had looked at herself in a mirror; she knew her flesh became transparent and her bones showed through. There would be a bit of an unearthly glow about her if Donna looked closely. "STAY CLOSE ENOUGH THAT I CAN CONTINUE TO TOUCH YOU. I PUT US OUTSIDE OF TIME FOR NOW." Death's Voice could be a little intimidating, but at least people generally listened to what she had to say. People who would ignore her teacher's Voice would not ignore Death's.

She put her grandfather's sword back into its Place and gave the machine man a closer examination. At Donna's request she took a Look inside the thing, finding it a complex mechanism based on surprisingly simple principles. It was clockwork! She Reached through the thing's clothes and 'skin', took hold of the mainspring housing, and pulled it out. "IT WILL NOT FUNCTION WITHOUT ITS MAINSPRING. IT IS NOW ONLY A BROKEN TOY. GIVE YOU A HAND WITH WHAT? WHAT DO YOU WISH TO DO WITH THIS THING?" Did this make her Death of Clockwork Men?