Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-10380701-20140201163733/@comment-7497475-20140215125811

Lifting the combat skin up, Noir admired it. The armour was fantastic. A marvelous piece, the kevlar weave was stronger than what she had now. And combined with the titainium scale plating, it was amazing. Still completely black, it was a masterwork of her tailors.

''Who ordered this for me? Maybe I have a stalker, now that would be fun. He'd probably enjoy me breaking him, such fun.''

Running her actual hand over the titainium, Noir let Phantom Limb take hold. The upper limb twisting round, it gave a hard jab at the combat skin. It didn't even scratch the paint.

"Wow, I love this. I'll have to get him to make a couple more."