Slowly drawing to a full stand, purple haggard hair draping around his head, he regarded her with a piercing gaze... "The first kill, is always the hardest... It does, however, get easier..." leaving her on that note before turning and traveling along the into the room, moving in that strange, snake like manner. He moved from chest to box... Counter to table before finding a crudely folded pile of black, gray and off white cloaks. "Ah..." He intoned, more to himself then anyones else. And so he unfolded it, revieling an artisically crafted full body suit of form fitting leathers. Many buckles, straps, clasps and lashings adorned the attire, each making a unique sound as he slipped on an off gray shirt, then his leggings, clicking and buckling it ever other inch along each leg, padding on the knees. The boots almost reached his knees! Also sinching tight to his body. The sleeves of his vest reached just past the elbows, the gloves form fitting in much the same way as his boots. Oddly, both teh gloves AND boots were open toe, though each digit, every single finger and toe had it's own seperate hold in the garments from which they protruded. Though shoulderpads were bulky, though moved seamlessly with him once properly fastened.<br/><br/>The belt went on next, as much of his body was now consumed in the leather armor. Upon it went a dagger for the left side, thin but long and slightly curved. Some would call it a wakazashi. A rapier went on the right hip, soon joined by an old paladin's ankh and oposite to an alchemist's stone... Then came throwing daggers, many and many rows of throwing dagger bandoliers. there were even a set of diamond shaped daggers on the underside of each bracer, but instead of hands, they each had hoops attached to nearly invisible fishing line. The bracers were fitted loosely. On the back of his belt, were equipped more of the exploding stars, and a three barrel quick injector needle. The rest of his belt was occupied with metal vials, all bering controled bumbs in organized style instead of normal lables...<br/><br/>Yet, something seemed amiss...<br/><br/>Ah yes, lastly, but more defining of all, the capes and cloaks. There were many of them, all looking more like seperate rags then an organized shawl to cover his body, woven and linked together to form a bundled wrapp about his neck and shoulders, before spilling out and over his body, masking his figure from view, concealing the armory of tools... And of course... His hood, it seemed almost reverent as he slowly reached back, with both bone finger hands, and lifted it up, and over his head, casting his face into shadows... All, save for those golden glowing eyes. Which peered at her like the otherworldly creature he was... "You said, there was another set, of leather armor..." Gesturing over to the rough, barbed ordeal she had found earlier. "Will it fit?" The words sounded more like demand then question...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>