Daddy, Fix This [Max]

A tired slime girl walked down the rough streets of the underground. She made no eye contact with anyone else lingering about. Her ears ignored the catcallers and the drunks. In her possession were blueprints crumbled up and lightly chewed on. They were of an unfinished invention. She found the plans to be....well, stupid. They seemed like incomprehensible crap. There was probably no way to get a pair of working prosthetic legs out of this. Still, she took them as an example to show her father.

Alice arrived at Damascus Arms. She eyed her weekend home briefly before going inside. She hoped Daddy hadn't brought any guests tonight. "Daddy?" the girl called out. The floor remained silent with each step. Past the displays she went. Where was he hanging out tonight?

@Max!!

She saw her father come out. The girl nodded and went over to the door. She switched the sign over to "closed" and made sure the locks were fine. Alice stepped back in once that was completed.

"Daddy, could you look at these for me?"

She slapped the blueprints onto the counter and rolled them out. Her hands did their best to flatten it.

"Does this look remotely useful?"

"A girl named Zoe. She's trying to walk again, and some dickhead gave her these blueprints for a pair of prosthetic legs. He didn't even bother finishing them."

Alice let out a sigh. Her irritation with the runaway magitech man was evident.

"I want to help her."

@Max!!

Alice followed her father upstairs. That was where his living space was; despite her mother's concerns over location, the slime always felt safe here. Any idiot that tried to break in would be immediately decimated, assuming they could actually get past security. She plopped down on the loveseat.

"From what I know, she has cursed wounds from a past incident. Her legs are all messed up and can't heal properly. They don't have the muscle mass to support her body, keeping her trapped in a wheelchair."

She wondered how bad the scars looked. An ugly image sat in her mind.

"The curse fights against transplants. So she was thinking of having her current legs cut off above the cursed scarring and replaced with digitigrade legs that could work for both of her forms. Since, well, she's a werewolf."

@Max!!

Alice's hands fidgeted. All of that was true. Still....

"Well what about something less intrusive? She can wear pants, so what if there was an invention made she could "wear" and walk with?"

She had to come up with something. She didn't want to leave empty-handed. That would be a shame to her agreement. Not to mention Zoe was falling into hopelessness already.

@Max!!