<div class="floatleft">(http://mimg.ugo.com/200906/22909/cuts/domino_288x288.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Domino<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Breeding<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Staging Area<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Deadpool, Captain America, Ares, Scarlet Queen and those assembled<br/><hr/><br/>The table clattered to the ground and Domino merely answered with a bemused look.  There was an edge to the air when Ares entered the area, one that had her stepping out of the armory so that he might stake his claim.  Such a claim had apparently been to the table which now rocked back and forth on what little could maintain the structure.  Eyebrows lifted before she glanced toward Deadpool and Captain America.  There was a slight shrug of her shoulders and a twist of her lips to indicate she had no explanation to offer.  Slowly she moved back toward the armory to pick up her own bodysuit.  Bits of gun metal lay across the floor where her weapons had been assembled on the table.  There was a sigh as she rummaged to see which would still be useable and find replacements for the others.<br/><br/><strong>“Glad he isn’t going CQB with the rest of us.”</strong><br/><br/>Black polymer soon covered her flesh.  Like leather the material glistened dully in the light of the room.  Similar to skin the material sealed her body tightly so that there was little left to the imagination.  Though the weave was light, she could sense and feel the tiny structure built into the outfit.  Dragon armor had been the version released to the public, but closer inspection showed the overlapping of the substance used.  Each meant to reinforce and cover another so that a layering of the armor made for greater protection with less required.  The body suit went on first so that soon her white skin was replaced with the endless depth of the fabric.  Small designs were worked onto the surface, displaying differing shades to break up her outline.<br/><br/>Across her top was pulled a heavier vest, though heavier is not the term many troops would use to describe the lightweight armor.  Stiffened plates of the same material encased the firm plates of a another to provide more protection to her vital organs and areas while keeping her movements largely unrestricted.  Unlike many of the members here, Domino was very much vulnerable to projectiles.  Remaining combat effective and not dying were high on her priority list for this mission.  Both hands slammed against the vest to make sure it was secure before she layered her straps onto the material.  The outline of her chest could be seen so thin was the material and when her belts were layered so that a holster rested at either side of her breasts, the image was certainly that of a woman.  Two small weapons pistols were set into the holsters, along with flash-bang and EMP grenades.  Apparently the team would conduct its first mission in PG.<br/><br/>Another belt was laid around her waist with an extension down her right thigh.  A holster for a larger pistol was made available to her and then filled with an accommodating weapon.  Along her backside a kukri was housed, resting flat against her spin with the hilt slightly extended for a fast draw.  People often mistook the katana as the only weapon to strike from the draw by design.  The smaller kukri was certainly up for the task and any weapon known as the limb-catcher was good in her book.  Without the need for ammunition magazines, her weight was further reduced and more space was given to movement and speed.  A carbine was selected with its shorter barrel.  Along the butt and barrel she affixed her sling so that the weapon settled across her chest securely with the barrel pointed downward.  The strap was quick release, however; so that she could switch to the single point when the time was ready.  The last component was a pack of cigarettes, one of which she pulled out while making her way toward the ready station, and a lighter that was then used to ignite the end of the white stick.  There was a stream of smoke from her lips, slowly curling their way up her face and into the Heavens above.<br/><br/><strong>“So, whose taking me to prom?”</strong>