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“They are made of thick, densely quilted multi-layer fabric, with seagrass lining and the whole thing is reinforced with leather elements. The last part of the armor is tare, an apron, hip protection and is made of multi-layer, densely quilted fabric.” “Would you like to practice a little with us?” Nick interrupted his lecture. “I have an extra kimono in my bag. Just picked up from the laundry.” “Really?” “I picked it up today. Additional kendogu and a sword also.” “How can you deprive me of company, brother?” Elen was disappointed. “Look, you've got Mike on the bench over there.” He pointed in his direction. “You can keep him company.” “But he is boring to the max…” She muttered leaving the

Corie shrieks out. Looking down I see that I am dressed in my old clothes: a clean ivory cotton point collar shirt that had a deep-V to it, my dark brown frock coat, my dark brown tied breeches, and my black calf length boots with gold buckles on the sides. My sword was back in its scabbard, attached to my hip. It felt both wonderful and weird being back in these clothes that had so long ago felt comfortable. Looking at Edward, Harry, Arthur, and John I could see that they were all just as amazed as I was. “Guys! We look so fucking badass!” Nerina squeals.

Rujin said and handed me the peplos. "Uh no, I'm not allowed to wear those." I said and motioned my finger on my body and my clothes changed into himation, draped on my body down to my ankles, my sneakers changed into gold six inches stiletto, pins on my shoulders, gold bracelet clamp in both arms and a sash on my shoulder. "Wow." They awed upon seeing me change my clothes after I stopped motioning my finger. "You can change your clothes just like that, then why do you have to let us steal clothes?" Jiroo asked sardonically.

I could only pray he wasn’t outraged enough to kill me since I didn’t have the courtesy of time to change before he called me in. My blue pattern pajamas happened to be an armor made from a strange creature that showed up tears back, but due to the creation technique, it could also be taken as lingerie. I didn’t know I was putting it on, not until Jimmy’s head rolled over and hit my thighs. How stupid had I been to dress like a harlot before everyone in the pack? Now the ladies wouldn’t even trust me. “You’re observant.” He strode around me, sniffing my body as he made turns. “How did you know that Kyle had sabotaged the imposter?”

The golden bracelet remained exposed, its warm glow a reminder of Fafnir's presence. When he finally emerged from his chamber, he found his chosen companions waiting, each similarly prepared for whatever might come. Marcia wore her full battle regalia, the insignia of Dracoterrum's imperial guard gleaming on her breastplate. Kiri had exchanged her usual flowing garments for something more fitted and practical, though no less elegant, silver runes embroidered along the edges that hummed with power. Dilo stood tall and proud, her void-corrupted arm not hidden but displayed openly, a statement and weapon both.

And this time, he was thankful that no one could reprimand him once he sneaked out along with Althy and Rade. The cousins reminded him not to wear winter clothing so they wouldn’t catch much attention when they arrived in Argia. He chose the simple gray tunic accented with silver, paired with black pants and leather boots. He wore a cloak without hesitation since he was used to it, as regular clothing in this world. He picked the crimson-colored with a silver brooch.

I heard a little boy say as he points at me and look up to his mother as they walk pass me. I look at myself to see that the boy is right. I am wearing the same clothes I am wearing in Evetora and I am soaking wet, even my braided hairs with ribbons and butterfly pin that is made of jewels are soaking wet. I look at my hands to see that my wounds there are gone even the taint of the blood of Vlash. I look at my hips to see my larp bag and my golden sword on my side. Somehow the boy is right; I look so weird wearing like this in a city.

"It resembles a lot like the Chaos Steeds of Willowdale. But that only takes into account its appearance. No Chaos Steed would match an immortal. Not even if you put a trillion legions of them together." A man whispered his observation. He was dressed unlike most with his robes appearing to be made out of the earth and nature. Leaves of green covered his body in a healthy vivid representation of the bountiful lands. "We can't pause to ask it first, can we? HAHAHA!" Garett with his usual dark humor showered the scene in levity. "NEIGGGHHHHH!!!!!" "Time to find out if I can make it then." he added and a fierce smile showed on his hard face.

The rough jeans and shirt I had been wearing were replaced with something completely different. My new attire consisted of a dark, ornate tunic that clung to my frame. The fabric was a deep, rich violet, shimmering faintly in the dim light, embroidered with silver thread that twisted around the edges in intricate patterns. The tunic was adorned with golden clasps that held it together at the chest, and the sleeves were long, flowing down to my wrists before tapering into tight cuffs. Around my neck, a silver chain hung, bearing a delicate gemstone—deep green, like a forest under the moonlight.

Fucking amazing. “I said let’s leave, here are your clothes,” Genad said turning around as he handed Feral a bunch of clothes to put on as he was already dressed. He had on a simple light purplish shirt with ruffled wrist cuffs alongside a dark-blue cravat tucked in neatly, a purple sleeveless tailcoat with a low V-neckline which he had buttoned up, and matching trousers. A pair of dark-purple knee boots, amethyst, and white colored finger gloves, and finally a lovely headband which had a beautiful large amethyst jewel laid on it which was used to tie up his hair in a ponytail.