<div class="floatright">(http://i985.photobucket.com/albums/ae338/flamingdeadman/Elliquiy/corners3_2_2.png)</div><div class="floatleft">(http://i985.photobucket.com/albums/ae338/flamingdeadman/Elliquiy/corners3_2_3.png)</div><div align="center">(http://i985.photobucket.com/albums/ae338/flamingdeadman/Elliquiy/vracitheantipodum4.png)</div><hr/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i985.photobucket.com/albums/ae338/flamingdeadman/Elliquiy/Plague_Hunter_by_pyxelated.jpg)</div>It had been a long few days since Vkraci’s last return.  He was tired, sore, and even bleeding in a few places beneath his black attire; blood-stained skin poked through the fabric in places, meaning Vkraci would have to take the time to sew up the holes if he didn’t want to risk standing out in the darkness.  It wasn’t too difficult a task, but Vkraci was no tailor.  The fabric was already riddled with weak stitches; it was starting to look like he’d have to get a new suit, soon.  It was always a pain to make them, but at least he’d only had to make one helmet, so far.  This one was incredibly resilient; the most he’d had to do was replace the lenses a few times when the wiring was shot or the glass shattered.  Even the little headset attached to the inside had lasted.  He was surprised, but happy.  In that respect, anyway.<br/><br/>He limped in after entering various codes and almost literally jumping through hoops to not set off the various traps set for any Krovi clan intruders.  He’d become accustomed to it, however, able to perform the motions in his sleep.  He didn’t remove his helmet until he was safely hidden behind thick walls and his identity could remain anonymous.  He had to admit that though he did love his disguise, the thing did get bloody hot, and taking it off was a relief like no other.<br/><br/>He hobbled to his room in the right wing; the cell was further down the corridor than most, but he liked it that way.  He’d opted for a hand-scanner to secure his little dwelling; a quick press of his bared palm had the metal door opening to reveal a brightly lit, white padded room.  It was spacious and as clean as anything could get in that world, just the way he liked it.  He stripped completely naked after closing the door behind him — a panel had been installed on the inside to unlock the door from within — and hung the fabric over a metal rack, perched the helmet on the end, and carefully placed each of the weapons he’d taken with him in their respective slots.<br/><br/>He was sweaty as all hell and felt disgusting, quite frankly.  The cool air of the room was pleasant after having spent days nearly constantly shielded by his costume.  A look in his mirror offered a map of his new wounds: he’d gotten into a few tight spots and ended up killing much more than he’d thought, but the bounty was good.  He was a rich man, depending on how one looked at him, though only the merchants he bought from had any inclination of such wealth, and just where it came from.<br/><br/>He opened a drawer of his dresser to retrieve a small satchel of soaps and other hygiene products.  He felt a bit spoiled with them, even if he didn’t use them nearly as often as he’d like; they weren’t really<em>rare</em>, but they were a luxury nonetheless.  You could loot them from many of the standing shops in the city — their supplies had lasted decades and were still in bulk, thanks to the lack of people around to use them — but that didn’t mean everyone wanted to take the time to retrieve them.  Clean, comfortable clothing, a towel from another rack, and a rather large knife were gathered, then he headed off to the showers.  He was, of course, still naked, but given the (mostly) trusted safety of the building, he couldn’t find himself caring, really.  And he didn’t exactly have any shame for his appearance, either.<br/><hr/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i985.photobucket.com/albums/ae338/flamingdeadman/Elliquiy/corners3_2_1.png)</div><div class="floatleft">(http://i985.photobucket.com/albums/ae338/flamingdeadman/Elliquiy/corners3_2.png)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">&lt; <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">Languages</span> || <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">Italian, English, Japanese, Chinese</span> &gt;</span><br/>&lt; <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">Tagging</span> || <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">—</span> &gt;<br/>&lt; <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">Location</span> || <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">Entry hall, then bedroom; heading to showers.</span> &gt;</div>