40th Zi'da, 716
Everything was ready, there was just one thing left to do. She'd waited weeks for this moment, Arcs flying by with seemingly no accomplishments to show for it, no achievements or trophies. But after a while, Rey stepped forward and changed that. She'd promised her mother she would become a monster, a creature of poison and disease to ruin Andaris and any enemies of Lissira - and now, with one more step, she would be.
She fastened the mask on, the leather straps at the back fitting near enough to perfectly. She lifted her hood, before walking to the mirror. A chuckle escaped her lips when she saw herself. Her leather tunic gave her some protection from falls and the like, but wasn't as good as armor. It would do, if all worked she wouldn't need protection from anything but her own diseases. Her black cloak ran down her and stopped just above her ankles, so it avoided tangling with her legs. Her black leather breeches paired well with the tunic, also matched by the boots and gloves.
The main source of contrast was her mask - a brown leather material. The theme of leather gave off a much more sinister tone than most items of clothing would, but they were uncomfortable, hence the cotton equivalents under both the tunic and breeches. It was more comfortable, which was going to be more than useful in her situation.
She reached in to her cloak and felt for the pockets. They were roomy enough to carry poison, exactly why she hoped to use them for. The only problem this outfit had was it's blatant appearance. Not that it mattered much, Rey didn't care for subtlety when her plan happened. Nobody could stop her if they were spluttering out their innards on the floor.
"If you can see me now, mother, I did it. I did what you asked" she said in to the mirror, hopeful Lissira was listening. "Now I'm to find a way to change my voice, and I'm set. I can do what you asked of me. I pray we will meet soon."
She undressed herself from the outfit and placed it back on her bed. She didn't need the attention where she was going. She had a 'friend' to meet.
She fastened the mask on, the leather straps at the back fitting near enough to perfectly. She lifted her hood, before walking to the mirror. A chuckle escaped her lips when she saw herself. Her leather tunic gave her some protection from falls and the like, but wasn't as good as armor. It would do, if all worked she wouldn't need protection from anything but her own diseases. Her black cloak ran down her and stopped just above her ankles, so it avoided tangling with her legs. Her black leather breeches paired well with the tunic, also matched by the boots and gloves.
The main source of contrast was her mask - a brown leather material. The theme of leather gave off a much more sinister tone than most items of clothing would, but they were uncomfortable, hence the cotton equivalents under both the tunic and breeches. It was more comfortable, which was going to be more than useful in her situation.
She reached in to her cloak and felt for the pockets. They were roomy enough to carry poison, exactly why she hoped to use them for. The only problem this outfit had was it's blatant appearance. Not that it mattered much, Rey didn't care for subtlety when her plan happened. Nobody could stop her if they were spluttering out their innards on the floor.
"If you can see me now, mother, I did it. I did what you asked" she said in to the mirror, hopeful Lissira was listening. "Now I'm to find a way to change my voice, and I'm set. I can do what you asked of me. I pray we will meet soon."
She undressed herself from the outfit and placed it back on her bed. She didn't need the attention where she was going. She had a 'friend' to meet.
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