Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-10380701-20140201163733/@comment-11644980-20140214011435

Allen paused for a moment as he noticed the odd spectacle of Noir, Cain and Azura's interaction. He may have seen a few odd things in his time, but that... was just plain wierd. For some reason the glance he had seen of the girl's scars stirred a flare of anger in his soul. Not at the girl, of course, but rather the unknown party responsible for her condition.

Ciano shook the unwelcome thoughts from his mind after a moment, and turned to the tailor behind the counter. "Good morning, sir!" He beamed at the man as he spoke. "I was just passing by, and I couldn't help but notice the fine craftsmanship of the displays in the window." He leaned an elbow on the counter and grinned. "You wouldn't happen to have any experience with combat-proofing suits, would you?" He tugged at one of his lapels as he spoke.

The tailor pt a hand to his chin, sizing up Allen's outfit for a moment. "Well, it's not exactly the most common choice in combat attire style, but I'll see what I can do for you," the tailor finally responded.