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!b0vpMZLBb6 02/07/12(Tue)23:07 No.17851451>You can put me outside. If someone tries, I'll just fire.
"..." she looks at you, then sets you down outside of the fitting room. "Why do you keep saying I'm a good weilder. I'm having trouble understanding why someone like me is a fit." he says, the sound of cloth shifting slipping past the door.
>The way I would be best used is as what I call a sniper. Hide for long periods of time, watching a target before picking the perfect moment to strike. Then running like hell as we aren't as useful against the target's friends. In short, we are an assassin's weapon, best weilded by someone who prefers fighting unseen to direct confrontation.
"...I see." she mumbles, and the pants she wore previously pool around her barely-visible bare feet. Smooth, pale, delicate, almost.
>Well, if you can stand sneaking about behind enemy lines?
"...I can probably manage." she says, stepping into the armor pants. The armor is thicker leather than the pants were, and she slips her feet into boots that go with it. "This armor isn't so bad."
>Well, we'll want to add a ghilly suit, too.
"What?"
>Set of clothes with lots of strips stained with earthy colors on. Occludes your silhuoette.
"I see. I'll mail for it..." she says, and you here a series of belts being tightened.
>Well, really, you'll probably want more sets of clothes for different terrain...
"You really are all business, aren't you?" she asks, the door opening. The suit...
Well, it's certainly adequete. You can't help but notice, however, that she's... slim. Well, no, that's the wrong word. Slim implies thing, without figure. She's healthy. The suit has trouble hiding it. Her curves are...
Wait, you're a gun. You spend a moment in confusion pondering why you were checking her out, and she picks you up. "Well? How do I look?" |