Character: Unity
Now Wearing: Fleeting Shadow Armor
Location: The Clocktower - Durem
=Timekiller=
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Unity had arrived once again in the somber city of Durem, and despite the prevalent shadows, a strong sense of disquiet gnawed her stomach as she mounted the spiral stairs of the ancient clocktower. The last time she had set foot here had sent her fleeing minutes later, and the idea of being locked inside a building to fight in, even non-lethally, gave her goosebumps... or it would have, had her entire body not been vacuum sealed into an armored bodysuit. While the base layer left little to the imagination on its own, the cutting edge plating gave her a rather formidable appearance; a far cry from her favored provocative attire. That being said, not being gutted like a fish had its upsides as well.
As usual, she had arrived early, which suited her just fine - it gave her a chance to size up the arena without interruption. The interior space was large, but dimly lit, with dust swirling faintly in godrays peeking in past gothic window grates and boarded-up alcoves. The great machinery that drove the timepiece lay silent, the face left here in the attic to be repaired. Immense though it was, it seemed oddly fragile and distant, as if it was merely a discarded antique.
A thin layer of dust coated the device, and was only lightly disturbed, meaning the repairmen hadn't been touching it for a few days now at the very least. Sadly, as obtrusive as the hands were, the bulk of the room and the white clockface were stunningly empty, and offered few opportunities for subterfuge. A small huff of air from the rogue's nostrils indicated a resignation to work with what was offered as best she could.
Striding easily across the cracked surface, she matched her footsteps to those of the departing workers, gradually spiraling in to the central pillar. A strong jump and quick hands let her scramble up the metal crank, alighting atop the pin in a flat-heeled squat. Her eyes fluttered closed, and Unity let her mind's eye imagine the room as she had seen it, tracing the paths of the ambient light falling in from this window and that...
...gradually altering them in a fashion more to her liking. Mid-afternoon turned to the last dregs of dusklight as light drained from the room, reflecting back off outside instead of coming inside. The rogue herself also changed, her form taking on the hue and metallic tinge of the steel pillar she was perched atop until the materials were indistinguishable. It looked truly as if she had been carved of the very same metal, an ornament atop the otherwise drab clock.
In this forced twilight, her hands moved to a harness on her back, and released Premiere, unfolding as it went, into a rather sophisticated modern crossbow. Its silhouette in her graven lap was the only real indication that she might not just be a forgotten statue in the dark.
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[Contrast] - Sheathed
[Blur] - Sheathed
[Premiere] - Drawn, readying
[Tools of the Trade] - show spoilerhide spoiler18M sulfuric acid, 1 fl oz glass flask(stowed), garrote, steel wire(stowed)
[Sounds of Silence] - Active, muting sounds of movement and activity to 1/4 normal decibel value
[Saturate] - Active, metallic grey camouflage
[Atmospheric Lighting] - Active, dimming the light to near-darkness
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